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term='Ryan'/><category term='Orlando Magic'/><category term='FuFu'/><category term='Forrest Griffin'/><category term='The Sex Machines'/><category term='Music.'/><category term='Magic Kingdom'/><category term='The Drean'/><category term='Hal Steinbrenner'/><category term='Lance Bass'/><category term='Allison'/><category term='Jennifer'/><category term='Girl B'/><category term='Joshua Radin'/><category term='Liza'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='Creek'/><category term='Nathan&apos;s'/><category term='Kenny Florian'/><category term='Josh'/><title type='text'>Dreaming a Reality.</title><subtitle type='html'>It's time to Realize the Dream.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-6610594344221039577</id><published>2011-04-29T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T01:41:40.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . .</title><content type='html'>My parents have thought that I've been depressed since I came home from Morgantown in November. I will always deny them. But I remember depression commercials from back in Italy and it talked about feelings of inadequacy and how they interlined with being depressed. And now, I feel like the word inadequate will never be close to how I feel. I can't talk to anyone about how I feel really, because nobody knows what I'm going through. I mean, yeah, they know WHAT I'm going through, but they can't comprehend the emotions that I get when I think about what happened and when I replay everything in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my thing, I hear about all of these depressed people committing suicide. I could never do anything like that, it's just one of those things that is so far past something I'm capable of, but lord knows I've thought about it countless times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know my parents reaction if I gave into their thoughts of "depression." I feel as though they would do the whole "oh you're not depressed," thing, counteracting on their original thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just want for it all to be gone. I feel like if I could talk to Christiane, then everything would be fine. But she has let me go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-6610594344221039577?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6610594344221039577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/6610594344221039577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/6610594344221039577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='. . . 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-8784102346820687095</id><published>2010-09-07T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:58:25.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You (Music Video Genre)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1tAYmMjLdY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1tAYmMjLdY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Genre)'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-3730090523825920792</id><published>2010-08-25T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:31:22.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should've not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AW5WFMkxRec?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AW5WFMkxRec?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here at WVU. I got into this girl. Too fast. We've been here before haven't we? She's got a mission and I'm collateral damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLLY LET ME OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-3730090523825920792?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3730090523825920792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/08/shouldve-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3730090523825920792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3730090523825920792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/08/shouldve-not.html' title='Should&apos;ve not.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-9111326875471988425</id><published>2010-08-04T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:54:58.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Rod.</title><content type='html'>Alright A-Rod hit the 600th HR today and I was watching Around the Horn when they asked if A-Rod was Hall of Fame. My answer? Yes. Take away the offense in Texas and look at the stats (as of August 4, 2010) He hits .300, 444 HRs, over 2000 hits, 1400 RBIs, and here's what are most important to me. He is a 10 time All-Star, 1 MVP Award, 2-time Gold Glove winner, and has won 1 Hank Aaron Award. Also, he will become a member of the 300-300. The 7th person inducted into the club. If not for the move to New York with the Yankees not willing to move Jeter, he would have 8 or 9 Gold Gloves compared to Jeter's 4. He's one of most complete players in MLB history with Barry Bonds, Willie Mays, Hank Aaron, Ken Griffey Jr., Honus Wagner, amongst others. &lt;br /&gt;This guy is Hall of Fame. Also, take away the numbers from '01-'03 and redo the season completely, he's still going to put up 35+ HRs, 100 RBIs, around 90 runs, and about 15 steals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is Hall of Fame. I don't care about steroids. Just like Bonds, I still believe he's Hall of Fame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-9111326875471988425?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/9111326875471988425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/08/rod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/9111326875471988425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/9111326875471988425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/08/rod.html' title='A-Rod.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-3206220768308770602</id><published>2010-07-31T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T23:38:52.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What'd you do?</title><content type='html'>You did nothing. I'm tired. Just believe me. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-3206220768308770602?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3206220768308770602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/whatd-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3206220768308770602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3206220768308770602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/whatd-you-do.html' title='What&apos;d you do?'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-1978107421996602911</id><published>2010-07-31T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:08:16.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I don't like when you talk about other dudes. But I'm trying my hardest to help you get through your issues. I hope you see that and I hope you know that it still hurts. But I guess it's the sacrifice I make right? Tonight sucked, but you helped make it better than originally slated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-1978107421996602911?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1978107421996602911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-girl-you-know-that-i-dont-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1978107421996602911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1978107421996602911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-girl-you-know-that-i-dont-like.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-6223594878414361132</id><published>2010-07-27T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T16:28:13.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>A person doesn't have to be perfect to be exactly what you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you so much right now. I wish you realized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-6223594878414361132?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6223594878414361132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/6223594878414361132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/6223594878414361132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-4296297112468745855</id><published>2010-07-26T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:35:24.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me I'm special</title><content type='html'>You see that? Nothing but a disappointment, hurting those around you. She said you're special, but she doesn't know you very well. You burn bridges. Build them up to burn them down. Just burn this whole thing down, nobody will notice except your heart and your mind... and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet she still describes you as a class act. You've got some learning to do, and so does she. Crazy girl. Someday you'll learn. Someday we'll all learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-4296297112468745855?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4296297112468745855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/tell-me-im-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4296297112468745855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4296297112468745855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/tell-me-im-special.html' title='Tell me I&apos;m special'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-3717648350988505395</id><published>2010-07-26T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:30:33.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance..</title><content type='html'>She's tall (5'9-5'11), brown hair, green eyes, beautiful teeth, porcelain skin, nice boobs and a big ass are nice (yet unrealistic), dress like this is the 60's or 70's, headband, good taste in music (know a little bit about everything, like me), know something about sports, work as a newspaper reporter (sexiest job in my opinion), wear those cute little thick rimmed glasses that should just be for reading but aren't, laugh at my jokes, tell stupid jokes that aren't funny but witty and appreciable, be a mac and not a pc, share my love for otters, ducks, and frogs, enjoy pokemon games for gameboy, know how to do math, love me, love yourself, dont talk about past boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of this all is that i dont mind sacrificing this for that. perfection is called perfection for a reason because it is utterly unobtainable. find me a girl with all of this and i guarantee i will make her mine, but until then, i will continue to live this mediocre life i live. so smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-3717648350988505395?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3717648350988505395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-bet-he-gets-nerve-to-walk-floor-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3717648350988505395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3717648350988505395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-bet-he-gets-nerve-to-walk-floor-and.html' title='I&apos;ll bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance..'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-591788642637716921</id><published>2010-07-26T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:06:27.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah</title><content type='html'>Erika,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're talking about some guy right now. I don't like it, but you already know that. I hate how you do this. You don't talk to me at all today and the first thing you talk about is some dude named Chris. I don't care about Chris. I don't want to know about him. Is it selfish? Yes. At this point, I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I want to talk about right now: otters, The Killers, Death Cab for Cutie, Shark Week, WVU, Kings of Leon Concert, crepes from iHop, a good bass line, Guitar Hero, Chris Paul to Orlando, the future not involving Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-591788642637716921?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/591788642637716921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/591788642637716921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/591788642637716921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/yeah.html' title='Yeah'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-3608076464305120753</id><published>2010-07-25T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:01:13.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep.</title><content type='html'>Erika,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about tonight, I'm being an ass. I don't know why. This whole thing about you wearing the pants is kind of weird. I don't really understand why you talk to me though. I'm not really anything special, yet you believe that I am. You believe that I'm going places, for some odd reason you believe in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that you think that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-3608076464305120753?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3608076464305120753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/yep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3608076464305120753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3608076464305120753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/yep.html' title='Yep.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-747656007548177150</id><published>2010-07-22T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:58:05.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motive for Murder</title><content type='html'>It's been a very long time since I've posted, but I want to talk about a subject that I research into often and is very near to my heart. Something that my beliefs are set in stone upon, the suicide/murder of Kurt Cobain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" To Boddah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speakings from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complainee. This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the Punk Rock 101 Courses over the years, it's my first introduction to the, shall we say ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has been proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to, as well as creating music, along with really writing something for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things, for example when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowd begins. It doesn't affect me in the way which it did for Freddie Mercury, whoseemed to love and relish the love and admiration from the crowd, which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any of you. It simply isn't fair to you, or to me. The worst crime can think of would be to pull people off by faking it, pretending as if I'm having one 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as though I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on-stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it, and I do, God believe me, I do, but it's not enough. I appreciate the fact that I, and we, have affected, and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of the narcisists who only appreciate things when they're alone. I'm too sensitive, I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm.But, what's sad is our child. On our last three tours, I've had a much betterappreciation of all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music. But I still can't get out the frustration, the guilt, and the sympathy I have for everybody. There is good in all of us, and I simply love people too much. So much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little sensitive unappreciative pisces Jesus man! why don't you just enjoy it? I dont know! I have a of a wide who sweats ambition and empathy, and a daughter who reminds me to much of what I use to be. full of love and joy, every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable self destructive, deathrocker she become. I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along and have empathy. Empathy only because I love and feel for people too much I guess. Thank you from the pit of my burning nauseas stomach for your letters and concern during the last years. I'm too much of a neurotic moody person and I don't have the passion anymore, so remember, it's better to burn out, than to fade away. Peace, love, empathy, Kurt Cobain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your altar. Please keep going Courtney for Frances for her life which will be so much happier without me. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I've read this multiple times and I feel like there is a motive for murder. Before Kurt's death, it was very known that Kurt was trying to write a will and keep Courtney Love out of it because he was seeking a divorce from her. Because this was so public, Love found out about it. Before Kurt could finish the will, he was killed by Courtney and all of his assets and future earnings were given to her because he did not have a finished will. I feel like the last line "...for her life will be so much happier without me." sounds like suicide, but wasn't suicide because he had not finished his will and was written for a future suicide attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that Kurt is wrong when he says "..for her life will be so much happier without me." because we know that Courtney Love is going through a custody battle for Frances in current time and her childhood has been plagued with a crazy mother, drugs, neglect, and disgusting boyfriends that skank mommy has had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only would Frances' life be better with Kurt still alive, but so many other people's lives would be better. No new music, just an alive Kurt Cobain, living his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-747656007548177150?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/747656007548177150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/motive-for-murder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/747656007548177150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/747656007548177150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/07/motive-for-murder.html' title='Motive for Murder'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-1429479798041374839</id><published>2010-03-30T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:42:43.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York Yankees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minka Kelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hal Steinbrenner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hank Steinbrenner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Steinbrenner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lance Bass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Derek Jeter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan St'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WVU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rickey Martin'/><title type='text'>Shazam</title><content type='html'>So I haven't dropped a new post on here in a long ass time. But it's 1:41 am and it's Spring Break and I'm bored out of my mind, so I'm going to say some things that I have been wondering about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'm really annoyed about all of the press that the Butler basketball team is getting. All of a sudden they're the greatest thing ever. Everyone is rooting for Butler, everyone thinks they're going to win. Just like everyone thought Northern Iowa was going to win it all because they beat Kansas. So yeah, my National Championship game prediction: Michigan St.-West Virginia. That WVU-Duke game hurts to pick because I grew up liking Duke and I'm going to WVU next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, all of these kids campaigning for student government on Facebook is really getting annoying too. I'm sorry if I don't want to join your campaign group, you should've told the other 20 people who invited me to theirs not to so I could've joined yours without being thoroughly annoyed. Funny thing is, I haven't seen any posters around the school with people campaigning have I? Naw, It's an electronic age we live in and I guess this is how we're doing it. But I am happy that it's "saving" paper that has already been produced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Rickey Martin came out of the closet a few hours ago. Big shocker right? I feel like that would be as big of a shocker as if Lance Bass admitted he was..... oh wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I saw that Jeter wants to buy a sports franchise. Even though he probably doesn't make enough money to buy any major teams (he can buy the NY Islanders and probably a cheap WNBA team) I feel like the Yankees should allow him partial ownership in that team. When you think of the Yankees anymore, you think Jeter and you think a short Left Field fence, so I feel they should not only give him his due, but also give him and Minka nice seats next to George up in the box, not next to Hank or Hal because come on, who even really cares about them anyways?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-1429479798041374839?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1429479798041374839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/03/shazam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1429479798041374839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1429479798041374839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/03/shazam.html' title='Shazam'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-8737603485497684307</id><published>2010-01-22T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:04:40.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Out.</title><content type='html'>So today I got a referral. I was making jokes about the hispanic kids in the PE class. People were laughing, even hispanic kids. But I believe one kid wanted to get me in trouble, so he tells a teacher. So the teachers call me over, and say they've had enough. Ms. Lawson takes me to the office where I wait for Dufrene. He comes in talks to me and I take it like someone should. I did something wrong and will be punished for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's my thing. People need to learn to take jokes. Everyone else is laughing about it, why can't you? What's funny is that I know that the kid that did it isn't afraid to get racial because I've heard him do it. Little hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you believe that telling on somebody is going to help you get people to shut up, then you've got something coming. This situation was just the tip of the iceberg. I imagine that if he would've done that to the wrong person then he would've gotten his ass beat (but me, being the person who doesn't retaliate like that, was kind of the right person). He could've at least been straight forward with me before going to a teacher. Have some balls and be like, "Hey, stop or I'll tell the teacher," because I would've stopped because I don't need the issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-8737603485497684307?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8737603485497684307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/01/call-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8737603485497684307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8737603485497684307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/01/call-out.html' title='Call Out.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-8775808757529452773</id><published>2010-01-14T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:03:59.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>I said "girl, don't say "I love you," to me" because if I said, "I love you too," I'd actually be meaning it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-8775808757529452773?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-1298279139018708212</id><published>2010-01-11T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:53:54.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for listening to everything you told me,&lt;br /&gt;sorry for thinking you made a bad decision,&lt;br /&gt;sorry for talking about myself all the time,&lt;br /&gt;sorry for believing you cared about what I thought,&lt;br /&gt;even though I thought love was caring,&lt;br /&gt;sorry for anything I said that you disagreed with,&lt;br /&gt;sorry for actually thinking muppets playing &lt;br /&gt;Metallica would actually make me happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for trying really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God you make me mad, but I love you, even though you're a dick,&lt;br /&gt;but that's one of the reasons why we're friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-1298279139018708212?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1298279139018708212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1298279139018708212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1298279139018708212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry.html' 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href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-still-in-love-with-trying-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3835082004718423949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3835082004718423949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-still-in-love-with-trying-to-do.html' title='I am still in love with trying to do this.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-4734035706317090613</id><published>2009-12-14T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:06:07.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skadoosh.</title><content type='html'>Waddup?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-4734035706317090613?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4734035706317090613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/skadoosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4734035706317090613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4734035706317090613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/skadoosh.html' title='Skadoosh.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-864620083843811635</id><published>2009-10-13T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:37:08.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Up Osama?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so yeah, we're at war. But with whom? Really. We're at war with everyone, ourselves, our neighbors, Taliban, Al-Qaeda, our weight, high-fructose corn syrup, fast food, gangs, our own government, space, Mayan and Nostradamus conspiracy theories, pesticides, high gas prices, over-population, disease, and high emission ratings from cars. That's just a brief list. Think of anything else and you can pretty much add it to that list. Towels? Yeah, I'm sure towels are doing something to hurt us somewhere. Bastards. But the problem is what are we doing to take out the problems that are the most threatening to us? At a few points in time the United States Government knew what was the most important. And I'm talking about the World Wars with the Germans and their allies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitler was a douche. He was a super douche. Probably the biggest super douche of all-time. Yeah, he was that much of a douche. He killed an upwards of 5,000,000 Jewish people because they had a different belief than him. He believed that they were the reason behind everything wrong in the world. Well, we've got someone like him who plagues our earth right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person is Osama Bin Laden....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, I know. We've had this problem on our hands for about 25 years. He came on the scene in the 1980's when the Americans "fought" the Soviets through Afghani rebels called the Mujahideen trying to rid Northern Afghanistan of Soviet troops. We helped the Afghanis rid their land of the Soviets. We put billions into ridding their land of the communists. Thank you Charlie Wilson. Thank you for such compassion that you showed our people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Now those tools that we bought to help take out the Communists are now being used against us. Also, this guy named Osama now does what Hitler did about 60+ years ago. He wants people out because they don't live the same life he does. He believes that we are the reason that the Saudi Arabians turned against him as a person. What this guy does is he is the key figure in groups that set out to kill those of western influence. We've seen attacks such as the London Underground bombing, the bombings in Madrid, 9/11, and many, many more attacks. Yes, Hitler wanted so many dead. Yes, many of the people he wanted dead died, but Osama is a bit more. Osama wants an upwards of 400,000,000 people dead. American and American Allies are those he wants dead. He's killed many, but many more is his goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you've got to admire about Osama is that he gets what he wants done while being smart. Hitler was out there with his troops, rallying them while being in the eyes of his enemies. We were able to get Hitler because of the mistakes he made in making himself known. What Osama has done is beat us like a pussy would. It's like a fight where the other guy hits you in the nuts. He may have looked like a bitch in hitting a guy in the nuts, but he won the fight. That's all that matters. That's why this guy has been so successful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, personally, is more of an evil than Adolf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-864620083843811635?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/864620083843811635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-up-osama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/864620083843811635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/864620083843811635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-up-osama.html' title='What Up Osama?'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-8454842147071791734</id><published>2009-09-01T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:44:57.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start New When Your Heart is an Empty Room</title><content type='html'>Alright, so lately I've been thinking and I've come to the fact that I haven't really posted about my life in the past few months. I've come to the terms that my lack of success with women.... strike that..... girls is the reason for my 1000+ page views. It's been hard to come up with things to write about because the girls I've been interested in over the summer are nothing more than "jump-offs." You like that? I learned that word from Twitter (@KyleOfficial- follow me). So, due to my lack of real interest in any girl has promoted un-Kyle-esque non-depressing posts. I apologize and during this upcoming school year I promise to either bring you A. A relatively successful love life. (I doubt it) or B. Very interesting, depressing stories that help you feel better about your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, a blog is meant to get someone's thoughts out about certain topics that they find interesting. But I mean seriously, everybody knows that the only people that that's true for are well-established sports writers and of course Perez Hilton. So I should stop talking about what I think about things and make with the stories that make it easier for people to pass judgement on me and give you that few seconds where you don't feel like your life is the worst in the world. And here's a very premature "You're welcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this site will also become a temporary shrine to whichever girl I am interested in at the time. If you look at the past posts, you will see girls who the site has been stuck on for an extended period of time and it's safe to say that that will continue to happen. Like this one girl I talk to now, she was once the main topic for my writing. Well, she was told that there was a kid who had a blog about her when in-fact it was about a kid's life, but I can understand how somebody would believe it was about her seeing as she was all that I talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Welcome to whatever my life is. Welcome to Kyle. And if you just so happen to be a psychologist in the DC-area skimming through random sites and you read mine and think that I would be a good candidate for psychoanalysis, don't be hesitant to drop me a comment. I need exposure, regardless of whether it's good or bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. &lt;br /&gt;There's some flavor for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-8454842147071791734?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8454842147071791734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/09/start-new-when-your-heart-is-empty-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8454842147071791734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8454842147071791734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/09/start-new-when-your-heart-is-empty-room.html' title='Start New When Your Heart is an Empty Room'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-5678103528673581788</id><published>2009-08-30T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:00:44.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Benoit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Copeland'/><title type='text'>Chris</title><content type='html'>This is future WWE Hall of Famer Adam Copeland talking about should be Hall of Famer Chris Benoit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to say "I Love You," since a couple of years ago. But, I think if anyone could make me cry as much as I have tonight that it's quite appropriate. I don't think you know how much you're missed If this is how fans of yours react, I can't image how people close to you feel. I love and miss you Chris Benoit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/y1qJZwQC7Nk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/y1qJZwQC7Nk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-5678103528673581788?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5678103528673581788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/08/chris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5678103528673581788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5678103528673581788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/08/chris.html' title='Chris'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-2625275176386705347</id><published>2009-08-20T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:21:49.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Dream...</title><content type='html'>...that one day this nation rise up and live out the true meaning of it's creed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't think I knew any of Reverend King's speech did you? Well I do. I had to learn it in fifth grade thanks to Mr. Pellerito *RIP* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know it's been a long time since I've been on here so I wanted to talk about a subject that's very near and dear to my heart. The WWE. Wait a minute no. The World Wrestling Federation. I'm going to go into my time machine back to 2000. When the World Wildlife Foundation took over the name WWF officially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the main thing I'd do is buy all of the rights to the initials WWF. This would cement the foundation that had been in use since March of 1979. Then, I would sign all of my big name guys to contracts. These guys are The Rock, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Kurt Angle, Steve Austin, Chris Benoit, Eddie Guerrero, Mick Foley, Kane, and The Undertaker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acquisition of WCW and ECW was very smart. I would have had three shows. WWF Raw, WWF Smackdown, and ECW. The draft would be implemented to move people around with the incoming new talent, retiring older talent, and the acquisition of WCW and ECW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. The Pay Per View schedule would be different than it is now. This whole thing where they make a Pay Per View all about one match where every match is the same type is just bogus. The Pay Per Views will be Wrestlemania, Backlash, Judgement Day, Extreme Rules, Great American Bash, Bash at the Beach, Summerslam, Starcade, Taboo Tuesday, Halloween Havoc, Survivor Series, Armageddon, Royal Rumble, and St. Valentine's Day Massacre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that will be put back into place is the trash of ECW and WCW. I remember ECW One Night Stand in 2006 and Bash at the Beach 1996. The places were crazy for the Maint Events. Mainly I'm talking Bash at the Beach. WCW vs. NWO 6-man tag match. Sting, Lex Luger, and Randy Savage vs. Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, and a partner to later be announced. The match went on and eventually Hulk Hogan came out and was the third man for the NWO. Eventually the NWO went on to win the match and the place erupted. There was trash thrown everywhere. A man even ran into the ring and attempted to attack Hogan. It was that intense. That's what I want in the WWF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the title situation. The main titles will be the WWF Championship (RAW), the World Heavyweight Championship (Smackdown), and the ECW Championship (ECW). The secondaries will be the Intercontinental Championship (RAW), the Hardcore Championship (Smackdown), the United States Championship (ECW), and the Cruiserweight Championship (Smackdown). The women's titles will be the Divas Championship and the Women's Championship. These can be on any show. The World Tag Team Championships and WWF Tag Team Championships can be on any show as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to compete for the three major titles, the required weight limit will be at least 240 pounds and the maximum weight limit for the Cruiserweight Championship will be at least 220 pounds. Other titles have no weight requirements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big strong men will do Chokeslams where the opponent is in the air so that his arm is at a 180 angle. The Last Ride will have the person being slammed at least 13 feet. The shit will be crazy. Like late 90's Undertaker crazy. The wrestlers will not be bitches. There will be no "one chair shot to the head and you're out" mentality. Unless it's a conchairto, then I'll make an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hell in a Cell match will happen ONE TIME  A YEAR. This is to preserve the matches former elite status like HHH-HBK, Mankind-Undertaker days. Also, the Elimination Chamber will only happen at the ECW Extreme Rules PPV. On each of the four pods, there will be a weapon to spice it up. The pods will not be made out of plexi-glass, they will be made out of real glass. If the Undertaker can send Stone Cold Steve Austin through a glass window in 2000 then these guys can handle it. I will be reinstating the Dead or Alive matches and the Inferno matches to bring back the feel of the Attitude Era. Also, permanent stables will be invoked (i.e D-X, The Hardy Boyz w/ Lita, Edge and Christian, Legacy, and the Rock N Sock Connection) D-X can be attacked on their reunion show, but it will be a law that Triple H will hit somebody with a sledge hammer. And there can only be one reunion. No more, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the announcers for RAW are Jerry "The King" Lawler and JR Ross. The announcers for Smackdown are Michael Cole and John Bradshaw Layfield. The ECW announcers are Tazz and that one white dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to the Troops will happen every year seeing that I come from a military family. I find it necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The divas will have great looking faces and great looking bodies. If they lack on either, they will not be in the business unless they're super monstrous powerhouses like Beth Phoenix, Chyna, Jazz, and Ivory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Benoit is a Hall of Famer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. The Undertaker will NEVER lose at Wrestlemania. He could be 94 and he will NOT lose at the grandest stage of them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-2625275176386705347?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2625275176386705347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/2625275176386705347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/2625275176386705347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-dream.html' title='I Have a Dream...'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-1166064966011795769</id><published>2009-08-08T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:28:30.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hooters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BJ Penn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny Florian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anderson Silva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forrest Griffin'/><title type='text'>Hooters</title><content type='html'>Alright, it's always just been a matter of time until I talked about this fine eating establishment. Okay, I went there tonight with the boys to watch UFC 101. It was a half decent pay-per-view. The main events were Anderson Silva vs. Forrest Griffin and BJ Penn vs. Kenny Florian. I loved the Silva-Griffin match. I knew that Silva was going to make Griffin his bitch. But that's an understatement. Silva didn't have his guard up one time in the fight. Griffin was throwing bombs the whole time and I swear he connected on like one punch. Silva only needed like five punches to knock Griffin on his ass, and the finisher was hardly a punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy that Anderson Silva beat Forrest Griffin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next match got to the fourth round, but BJ Penn controlled the whole fight. Kenny tried to pick BJ up but failed the whole time, while BJ was 1/1 in takedowns. BJ eventually got Florian with the rear naked choke for the submission. I wasn't very entertained by the fight but it's whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Hooters stood for big, luscious, beautiful boobs. Now? Yeah not so much. The girls now are mediocre looking with small chests. What the fuck happened? I don't know. Now the girls are okay looking with serious muffin tops. How can you do this to me? I mean tonight I think we got lucky. We got a pretty good looking blonde, but she didn't have any outstanding features like a fat ass or a big chest. Just good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when Hooters is going to live up to it's name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-1166064966011795769?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1166064966011795769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/08/hooters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1166064966011795769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1166064966011795769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/08/hooters.html' title='Hooters'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-5740548488726784629</id><published>2009-07-28T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:00:56.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Knew You. Cage</title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm in love with this song. I don't know why. It's so weird, the lyrics, they confuse me. I hate the dudes voice. The topic of the song. I hate it. Anyways listen to it. Enjoy it like I do. Creeper's National Anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4Sxm6zx4e8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4Sxm6zx4e8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to cuddle. What about you? Tells me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-5740548488726784629?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5740548488726784629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-never-knew-you-cage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5740548488726784629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5740548488726784629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-never-knew-you-cage.html' title='I Never Knew You. Cage'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-8977808221822526661</id><published>2009-07-19T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:59:20.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jam Master Jay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tupac Shakur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orlando Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony Braxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andre Harrell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snoop Dogg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eazy-E'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sean Coombs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suge Knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dogg Pound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pimp C'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher Wallace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce Sheldon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Tyson'/><title type='text'>Gangsta-Gangsta</title><content type='html'>Alright, so today I was walking with Jasmine and we were talking about all the dead rappers that should have their own movies. The first two that came to mind were obviously Tupac and Biggie Smalls. Both of which already do. Then I thought of a few more being Eazy-E (problem, he's alive), Pimp C, and Jam Master Jay. Then I started looking into Tupac and what happened with his whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang war started between East and West. It went Tupac, Suge Knight, Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound vs. Sean Coombs, B.I.G, and Andre Harrell. This is pretty ironic seeing as Tupac and Biggie were friends early on and that Tupac was born in New York. In 1994, Tupac was shot up and robbed in a production studio lobby and said that the three east side rappers were behind it. Then later in 1996, Shakur and Knight attended the boxing match between Mike Tyson and Bruce Sheldon in Vegas where they sighted Orlando Anderson. Shakur beat his ass. Anderson was a member of the South Side Crips, one of the West Coast gangs AND ALSO the gang that the east side group called upon for protection whenever they took trips to the west coast. Later that night while in the car, they were approached by another vehicle which shot almost twenty rounds the car. Tupac was hit four times then later died in the hospital. Suge Knight was hit also by one bullet. The shooting is said to be a retaliation by the South Side Crips for the beat-down put on Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March of 1997, B.I.G was in Los Angeles during an awards show where he presented Tony Braxton with an award. After that, he went to a party at a museum which was eventually overfilled and evacuated by the police for overcapacity. They left later so everyone else could get out. They were stopped by at a red light later when Smalls rolled down his passenger side window to what he thought was a fan when instead was a black guy in a suit with a bow tie who shot Biggie four times with a 9-mm blue steel pistol. He later died at the hospital as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these murder investigations have been abandoned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, Snoop Dogg admitted in an interview that Suge Knight was the main man involved in the Tupac killing. You'd think that he would be worth more alive than dead right? Maybe. Tupac had hundreds of unreleased songs when he was dead. Seeing as he had no family, the next person to take those songs would be the record label that he was under, being Death Row Records and their owner, Suge Knight. There was so much money to be had with Tupac dead. But yeah, Jeff pointed out to me that Snoop Dogg is a complete idiot, but who was closer to Knight and Tupac than Snoop Dogg and the Dopp Pound. Nobody.  Knight was heavily involved in the killing of the Notorious B.I.G also. Let's think about it really quick. Suge was feuding with Sean Coombs who was a producer making the most money off of which artist? Biggie. With Biggie gone, Coombs would fade. So one would think that him being dead would make Diddy fade. Wrong. Diddy was more than just Biggie. Also, Knight bragged about killing Biggie while he was in prison. Sounds like he admitted it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, personally the biggest era in hip-hop was broken up by a man who would eventually have to declare bankruptcy. What the fuck Suge Knight? And yes, I'm telling you that I agree with Snoop Dogg in saying that Knight killed Tupac, and I believe that he also was in on the slaying of The Notorious B.I.G. This dude killed probably the two greatest rappers of all-time. But would they really have the legacies that they do if they weren't murdered? I doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-8977808221822526661?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8977808221822526661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/07/gangsta-gangsta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8977808221822526661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8977808221822526661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/07/gangsta-gangsta.html' title='Gangsta-Gangsta'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-959398829987232658</id><published>2009-07-18T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:58:24.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Happens for a Reason.</title><content type='html'>Does it really? Everyone says that everything happens for a reason. But do they really believe that and mean it? I really don't think so. I've noticed that our world is falling apart. People have realized that the economy is failing. While that was happening companies were going bankrupt. And what happens? Bail out. What was the point of those companies going bankrupt? Were they supposed to learn from their errors? Yes they were but our government has helped those assholes out. These are the assholes that are each taking their individual jets to a bankruptcy hearing when instead they should be flying coach like the rest of the country. These bankruptcies were happening to car companies. Let me tell you why these companies should be going bankrupt. The reason is because they are helping the deterioration of our atmosphere. Everyone acts like they care, but do they really? I call bullshit. Humanity has been around for a few thousand years. Those years are a mere fragment of the life that this Earth has lived, yet the deterioration of our atmosphere has been centered around humanity and the mistakes we've made. If we've done so much to hurt our Earth in such a small amount of time, then why can't we help out by slowing down? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says that it's so hard, but is it really? This is a dude that walks to school being five minutes from the back of it while all of his neighbors drive what can't even be a full minute. This world is all talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-959398829987232658?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/959398829987232658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-happens-for-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/959398829987232658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/959398829987232658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='Everything Happens for a Reason.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-8814529296994139195</id><published>2009-07-16T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:49:14.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pat White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Pat White Tweet History 7/17/09</title><content type='html'>Not being about to Tweet is what happens when Kyle tries to get Pat White as a trending topic on Twitter. They dont like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPat WhitelikePat Whitecheese.&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is like a space&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White started at update 217. he is now at 335&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White cant be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nfl should do what the nba did and make a wvu alum their logo... how about Pat White...&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WVU should rename their stadium Pat White field.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants a Pat White jersey.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will never stop with the Pat White&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pat White Experience.&lt;br /&gt;6 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you do for a Pat White bar?&lt;br /&gt;6 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is finding it hard to make a Pat White background with all these Pat White posts hes making.&lt;br /&gt;6 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making a Pat White background.&lt;br /&gt;7 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White. say what? yeah. pat white.&lt;br /&gt;7 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White. for the win(s)&lt;br /&gt;7 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White was voted most likely to fuck a ni**as bitch.&lt;br /&gt;7 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White has won three grammys an oscar and five golden globes.&lt;br /&gt;7 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call Pat White 8675309&lt;br /&gt;8 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White rising.&lt;br /&gt;8 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is making $124 million this year even though he was drafted in the fourth round.&lt;br /&gt;8 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White post number 100!&lt;br /&gt;9 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White please.&lt;br /&gt;9 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White rapes aliens.&lt;br /&gt;9 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is the leading rushing QB in NCAA history.&lt;br /&gt;9 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White&lt;br /&gt;9 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a Pat White background.&lt;br /&gt;11 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;11 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White will be there.&lt;br /&gt;11 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait. 92 Pat White posts whoops.&lt;br /&gt;11 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 Pat White posts =]&lt;br /&gt;11 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is really chuck norris' father.&lt;br /&gt;12 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White can fly&lt;br /&gt;12 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White to the max&lt;br /&gt;12 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White can find rates better than those of orbitz.&lt;br /&gt;12 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White created the internet.&lt;br /&gt;12 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White doesnt spit DBZ punch lines. he is DBZ.&lt;br /&gt;13 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White offers you protection. just like pedro.&lt;br /&gt;13 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needs more help from star power. Pat White will reward you later.&lt;br /&gt;13 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will see my determination when Pat White is on the list.&lt;br /&gt;13 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is close to the top of the list. keep going.&lt;br /&gt;14 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White&lt;br /&gt;14 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its up to you guys to help me... and Pat White&lt;br /&gt;14 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the n Pat White would team up with mario to rape evil doers&lt;br /&gt;14 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White would run for infinite yards.&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Pat White would finish with 97353465346.3 touchdowns.&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Pat White wouldve thrown for a million and a half yards.&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White then shouldve been traded to denver&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White shouldve been picked first by detroit.&lt;br /&gt;16 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White all day. F adrian peterson.&lt;br /&gt;16 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started this Pat White thing at 1210. its 1230 and 76 Pat White 's later.&lt;br /&gt;16 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White knows he can dance.&lt;br /&gt;17 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Parcells will take credit for Pat White when he wins the super bowl and saves the galaxy from sure destruction.&lt;br /&gt;17 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i predict that Pat White will go 18-0 this year.&lt;br /&gt;18 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White pwns u n00bs.&lt;br /&gt;18 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is determination.&lt;br /&gt;18 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White could dunk over @DwightHoward and Nate Robinson..... even if they were stacked on top of each other.&lt;br /&gt;19 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White would eat @THE_REAL_SHAQ for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;19 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White&gt;Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@MerlynVennie i dont watch so you think you can dance.&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@RealSkipBayless help me make Pat White a trending topic. i need your star power.&lt;br /&gt;21 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ThaSportsWrita if i make Pat White a trending topic, it will signify the second coming of christ..... i mean.... Pat White&lt;br /&gt;22 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White please.&lt;br /&gt;22 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White&lt;br /&gt;23 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think im on Pat White 's dick? definitely.&lt;br /&gt;23 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White = the greatest ever,&lt;br /&gt;23 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is more than a person. he is a legend.&lt;br /&gt;23 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White 's number should be retired at WVU.&lt;br /&gt;24 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is ready to deploy the Wild Pat offense in Miami.&lt;br /&gt;24 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White needs 'The Pat White Experience' t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;24 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is an assassin.&lt;br /&gt;24 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White will be a trending topic by morning.&lt;br /&gt;24 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White forthewin.&lt;br /&gt;25 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is like the child of jesus and oprah.&lt;br /&gt;25 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is the big cheese.&lt;br /&gt;25 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is the best.&lt;br /&gt;25 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White&lt;br /&gt;26 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only Pat White could get us out of this economic crisis.&lt;br /&gt;26 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@officialTila Pat White type it in.&lt;br /&gt;27 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got 40 Pat White posts in the last 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;27 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ThaSportsWrita Pat White&lt;br /&gt;27 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@itsdoucet needs a song about Pat White, morgan freeman, and rickey rubio.&lt;br /&gt;27 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is overwhelming twitter with Pat White posts&lt;br /&gt;28 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is one of the 1.8% that owns Pat White on espn fantasy football.&lt;br /&gt;28 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White baby.&lt;br /&gt;29 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White doesnt have a twitter. when im done, hell feel the need to.&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many Pat White 's do i need?&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonders how long it will take to get Pat White as a trending topic.&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tupac is chillin with Michael Jackson, Biggie, and Pat White. isnt Pat White still alive? yes. Pat White is heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;31 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White could beat chuck norris.&lt;br /&gt;32 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White in '12&lt;br /&gt;32 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White=bank.&lt;br /&gt;32 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needs @itsdoucet to continue the Pat White train&lt;br /&gt;32 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White oh baby,&lt;br /&gt;32 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is the stanley cup final mvp&lt;br /&gt;32 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one man, one mission, Pat White for mvp.&lt;br /&gt;33 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going on Pat White&lt;br /&gt;33 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pulling a Pat White all-nighter&lt;br /&gt;33 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see how long i can do this Pat White thing&lt;br /&gt;34 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White all night&lt;br /&gt;34 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try and stop this Pat White train&lt;br /&gt;34 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White. enough said&lt;br /&gt;34 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White all day&lt;br /&gt;34 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White ftw&lt;br /&gt;34 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White then wins the final four. outscoring each tar heel individually&lt;br /&gt;35 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White goes to the final four&lt;br /&gt;35 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White wins the world series this year&lt;br /&gt;35 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White wins the super bowl this year&lt;br /&gt;35 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White =]&lt;br /&gt;35 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White- goes down smooth everytime.&lt;br /&gt;35 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White with a side order of fries&lt;br /&gt;36 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White&lt;br /&gt;36 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White=love&lt;br /&gt;36 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White yes&lt;br /&gt;36 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is going to be a trending topic&lt;br /&gt;36 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is amazing&lt;br /&gt;36 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White is god&lt;br /&gt;36 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is Pat White&lt;br /&gt;36 minutes ago from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat White&lt;br /&gt;37 minutes ago from web&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-8814529296994139195?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8814529296994139195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/07/pat-white-tweet-history-71709.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8814529296994139195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8814529296994139195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/07/pat-white-tweet-history-71709.html' title='Pat White Tweet History 7/17/09'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-1608944953544654268</id><published>2009-07-11T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T06:35:55.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic Kingdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EPCOT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love with a girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hummer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christie'/><title type='text'>Top Two.</title><content type='html'>Alright, so if you don't know by now because of my absence from Facebook, I am on vacation. I'm on vacation in Orlando, Florida to redo the whole Disney World Experience. The night that we got here we went to the Pirate Show (not associated with Disney). On the bus ride there I fell in love. This girl was so beautiful. She look like the girl from National Treasure but with a nice Florida tan and seemed interested in me being that we stared at each other the whole 30-minute bus ride. God she was gorgeous. But after the bus ride I was devastated when we got off, because she was gone forever. Anyways, we got to the restaurant and there was the sexy looking girl in the pirate show. She had these rock-hard abs that I just wanted to lick. After the show, I got a picture with her. It was funny because she turned out to be at most 4'11". It was intense. I just wanted to hug her like a little teddy bear. Anyways, yesterday we did the Magic Kingdom (excluding fireworks). But anyways, it was alright. We left at like 745 (meaning I awoke at 600). I was tired by 2:00 p.m because I'm not a little kid anymore so we didn't have to do every little thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT TODAY! We went to Experimental Prototype City of Tomorrow. And that big ball is a ride just in case all of you didn't know. It's nothing like Space Mountain that is a roller coaster that is intense. It's something about the future and Earth and whatnot. It's awesome though. We rode the General Motors Test Track. It was awesome because it was dull until it went outside where it got pretty damn fast. At the end they took you to a show room where you got to get in different cars. I got in a Hummer H3. We also went to a Nemo pavilion place. It was cool. We saw sharks, turtles, dolphins, and manatees. It was cool. Eventually we went to Hunny I Shrunk the Audience which was really annoying because we had to wait forever. Then after that we started going to each of the countries around the place. It was pretty great. In every country we ate something from the place and got a beer. =] The countries were Canada, The United Kingdom, France, Morocco, Japan, The United States, Italy, Germany, China, Norway, and Mexico. It was awesome. It was funny though, we were in Norway on the only ride in the whole World part and we were standing there and this girl was a row in front of us and she had a spaghetti strapped shirt on, but both of them had broken. So we were all looking like, what was keeping this girls shirt on? When we all looked at her chest you could see that the only thing keeping her shirt on was her gigantic nipples. It was like hahaha. But by the time this country-to-country process was done everyone in our party was out of it. lol. Then, when we got to Mexico the fireworks show started. Oh my god this was the best fireworks show I've ever seen and that's saying a lot being that I've seen the one that they do in DC on the Fourth of July. I think it's funny though because they say that the one at EPCOT can't even compare to the one at the Magic Kingdom. We shall see. I think one would have had to be there to feel how amazing this night was. I mean it's definitely amongst my top two with July 4, 2007. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-1608944953544654268?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1608944953544654268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-so-if-you-dont-know-by-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1608944953544654268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1608944953544654268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-so-if-you-dont-know-by-now.html' title='Top Two.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-2535031426560054538</id><published>2009-07-04T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:47:12.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elena'/><title type='text'>So I couldn't</title><content type='html'>So I thought I was done talking on here for a while. I just couldn't stop. I need to clear a few things up though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't realize that I don't put everything on here. There have been many things that I have not posted on here because it wouldn't be in good taste to show everyone who the certain things do not pertain to. If I gave you guys everything, I would be calling out so many people on here, just ask Reggie. Don't ask Doucet, ask Reggie. Don't think that you know my life because of what you read on here. I leave out bits and pieces. So don't approach me saying, "Oh Kyle, your life is so depressing." You don't know the jest of my life. Don't think you do. Don't act like you do. Your name isn't Kyle Allan Littleton, Kyle Earl Kaus, or Reginald Jerome Doucet so odds are, I'm not telling you the half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I want to shout out to all of my friends real quick. Kyle, Reggie, Jasmine, Elena, and Jenna. These are the people that help me get by each day. The beauty of friendship is that you can go days without speaking to people and you can still feel so close. There are so many people that I called my friend, yet we didn't talk in a while and when we did speak, there was nothing there for them. Before I can call you "friend" I need consistency. That's where I've gone wrong with so many people. The way that you know who you are is if you aren't one of those people listed up there and we used to always talk and you just stopped talking to me. Because I don't just stop talking to someone unless they've wronged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the words of Frozone, "Step your friendship game up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-2535031426560054538?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2535031426560054538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-couldnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/2535031426560054538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/2535031426560054538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-couldnt.html' title='So I couldn&apos;t'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-629542069640758239</id><published>2009-07-02T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:52:31.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out for a Little Bit.</title><content type='html'>This is my last post for a while. People made me realize that my life in none of your business. If you're my friend I'll let you in anyways. Need to stop this shit from being open to the naysayers. For you who judge based off of something you read, shame on you. Get to really know somebody before you pass judgement. And for all you people talking about creepers, get a life. Humor and common occurrences aren't what they really are anymore now that you people overanalyze the shit. If you don't like somebody, tell them. Don't call them illegitimate nicknames. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst day of my life 7/2/09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-629542069640758239?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/629542069640758239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-for-little-bit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/629542069640758239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/629542069640758239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-for-little-bit.html' title='Out for a Little Bit.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-158579625320135080</id><published>2009-06-30T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:39:50.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doucet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busch Gardens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juan P.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orlando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Splashdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Kelly'/><title type='text'>Tuesday June 30, 2009</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I'm sitting here with Doucet, Juan P, and Matt. They've been dissing me all night about this blog right here. They've been like, "Your blog only got over 1000 hits cause everybody likes to read about how you been rejected." I just laughed. No reason to try any argue with them. Hah. But anyways, nothing big really going on. Yesterday I went to Splashdown with Matt Kelly. Today these three came over, we got chicken (I got it for free, even though I had money to pay. Oh well.), then we went to Reggie's house to get his Xbox 360 and Fifa. Matt and I ended up destroying Reggie and Juan at basketball. It was pretty funny. After that we came back to my place and played Fifa. Reggie murdered. Right now we're playing Madden. Juan is getting his ass kicked by Matt. It's pretty funny. Tomorrow though, I'm going back to Splashdown with Matt Kelly and this chick. I don't remember what he said her name was. Oh well. Then on Thursday Matt, Juan (maybe), and I are going to Busch Gardens in Williamsburg. It's chill. Then on next Friday I'm shipping out for Orlando. I'm pretty ready. It's going to be amazing. I'm going to get naked and love it. You should be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-158579625320135080?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/158579625320135080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-june-30-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/158579625320135080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/158579625320135080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-june-30-2009.html' title='Tuesday June 30, 2009'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-3979095570271514743</id><published>2009-06-28T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:09:54.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking About Some Things</title><content type='html'>Alright, so today I was watching the Confederations Cup Final between Brazil and the United States and I started wondering some things. First of all, whatever happened to the goalie catching the ball whenever it comes at them? I mean, whenever the ball would come at one of the keepers, the wold punch it away. I don't understand why punch it away instead of catching it. Sometimes the opposing team would get corners out of very catchable shots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that why does a country suddenly give a shit about something that they haven't cared about ever? I'm talking about soccer/futbol/calcio. The United States will never care about their soccer team again because I doubt they will ever get as far as they did today in any type of tournament. I really don't like it. I mean, people here only care about things when the country is doing well. If the United States soccer team would have been eliminated in the team pool then only the small amount of REAL soccer fans in our country would have still followed them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's whatever. My boys are going to take the World Cup next year. We're defending our title. Forza Italia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I was watching Harold and Kumar go to White Castle. When I first started watching, I really wanted to get some weed and go to White Castle. I really hated this because the closest White Castle to us here in Manassas, Virginia is the one that's in Philadelphia. I mean, you can buy them at some vending machines which is beside me why they do it and they have them available at some grocery stores, but we need a real White Castle around the DC area because I know that place would be bugging 24/7. Another thing that came to me as I watched Harold and Kumar meet Neil Patrick Harris is that I really want an adventure like those two had. I mean, a real adventure. None of this,"Oh let's go to the lake," stuff. I'm talking about, going to a college, getting arrested, getting a huge bag of weed, hang gliding, stealing a car, meeting NPH, riding a cheetah, meeting a freak show, almost having sex with his wife (cept I'd pick her up, lock her in my car, and do her in there instead of having the freak try to have a fourway), having an amazing meal at White Castle, putting a douche down, and then making out with the girl of my dreams in an elevator. That's the kind of adventure I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please take me on this kind of adventure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I love you cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-3979095570271514743?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3979095570271514743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-about-some-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3979095570271514743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3979095570271514743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-about-some-things.html' title='Thinking About Some Things'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-5391697538293235383</id><published>2009-06-25T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:08:15.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OJ Simpson'/><title type='text'>Legacy</title><content type='html'>Alright. Michael Jackson is dead and they're playing dedications to him on the radio. Why? They haven't played his music at all for the past ten years. All of a sudden he's so great? No. He's been great this whole damn time. Yeah he made his mistakes. Did those mistakes take away from his legacy? Yes. But that doesn't mean that you deprive people of good music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was just listing off examples of people who did things and then you stopped hearing about them. They are OJ Simpson and Chris Brown. They were forgotten after their trials even though the CB one wasn't too long ago. But what about T.I? Whatever You Like is still always playing. Personally, this is a shot at Michael Jackson. Saying that T.I, even though he is in jail, that his music should be on the radio instead of Michael's? Why? Jackson is better than T.I will ever be and he was NEVER in jail for the charges brought against him. Still his music only plays when he dies? What is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my personal opinion, but I think we have been robbed and the whole music world has been disrespected by the stations all of a sudden playing MIchael Jackson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-5391697538293235383?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5391697538293235383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/legacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5391697538293235383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5391697538293235383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/legacy.html' title='Legacy'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-7316272877770748429</id><published>2009-06-25T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:07:27.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Michael</title><content type='html'>I don't know if Doucet is posting right now about this. But the biggest topic today has obviously been the death of Michael Jackson. I was on Facebook when I saw everybody saying "RIP Michael Jackson." When I saw these updates, I checked CNN.com and let's just say go to the television first because the internet is behind as Liza pointed out to me numerous times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I saw some kid on my Facebook say,"how cares if he's dead or not the sick faggit bastard is gay anyway"&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to point out a few things about this quote. First has to be the numerous amounts of spelling and grammatical errors. Next, whoever thinks that nobody cares about someone because of some of the mistakes that he or she has made is wrong. Third, I'm assuming he's a sick faggot bastard because of the child molestation charges brought against him. By the way, he wasn't convicted. Finally, pathetic motherfucker. If you feel this way about any person than you are just as sick as you say they are. Your mother raised you wrong you little dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the biggest musical genius that this world has probably ever seen is dead. He has the two top selling albums of all-time. This man's music sold over 750 million copies. He is 750 times platinum. Finally, this guy owned numerous amounts of songs from the most famous band of all-time, The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this isn't even the jest of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone in our generation can understand what just took place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-7316272877770748429?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7316272877770748429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-michael.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/7316272877770748429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/7316272877770748429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-michael.html' title='Little Michael'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-1005391071536672093</id><published>2009-06-22T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:53:22.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CeCe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doucet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louisville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynard Skynard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orlando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonald&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randallallday.com.'/><title type='text'>Post No. 2</title><content type='html'>Alright, so recently I got a haircut and I think it looks alright. So yeah, I'm getting my facials hair on. I'm hoping that it will end up looking alright. I'm ready to go to Orlando on the 8th. It's going to be badass. I'm going to do all the shit that I didn't do when I was there when I was 8. Whenever I see a disney character, I'm going to get pictures with them. It's going to be pretty god damn amazing. I can't wait. July 8-July 18. Also, I'm ready for this girl to get back from SC. I'm quite interested in her. So when she gets back I'll try to spend some time with her. Anytime she wants to spend with me is enough for me. As long as it's with her then I don't care. This weekend is going to be good. I'm going to be chilling out with Reggie on Friday. I know that we're going to be hitting them sticks. Madden all day baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he and I will be talking about plans for http://www.randallallday.com. It is officially up. No strings attached it is officially a recognized domain name and you should go check it out. It's got links to different blogs, music pages from different rappers around the place, and videos from youtube. We will be big promoting Reggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Jasmine and I are trying to chill. Her and I were talking about going to the aquarium on Saturday but the train doesn't run on the weekends. We've got all summer so something is going to work out. She is afraid of riding the train which I think is quite cute. Tonight I went to McDonald's with Jenna. It was a change of pace. She was like "Ehh can I come over and us chill," and I was like, "Let's go get something to eat." So I got some grub and got to listen to her talk. She likes to talk, just another thing that I find quite cute. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando July 8-July 18, Louisville at the end of July, and Kid Rock/Lynard Skynard August 6. Yes baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that's pretty much my life... on a string. Does that sound morbid? I'm sorry Cecile with one L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my life, and I'm enjoying every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;I Love You,&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-1005391071536672093?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1005391071536672093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-no-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1005391071536672093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1005391071536672093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-no-2.html' title='Post No. 2'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-5837864033255537784</id><published>2009-06-22T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:28:13.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CeCe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doucet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday 13th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juan P.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knights Templar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasmine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fml'/><title type='text'>Friday the Real 13th.</title><content type='html'>Alright, so Reggie wanted me to post a blog for his new site. So I told him I had some serious history to drop on his readers. But, this post I have is more pointed toward something that I would drop on my place because it's more of something that's in my interest field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know if any of you all knew this, but I'm really big into history. I was watching National Treasure the other day and I thought about how much I want to join the Washington chapter of the Freemasons. It's just one of those things that I've wanted to do since I was like 10. Anyways, I was listening to them talk about the Freemasons and was like, "This is leading to Kyle dropping some knowledge." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to see Friday the 13th. Why? It's supposed to be super scary whether it's the original or the most recent one. But why? What is Friday the 13th? It's a legend right? It's superstition. The unluckiest day of the year. But when has something major ever really happened on Friday the 13th? I'm going to tell you why it is so unlucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 13, 1307. On this date, in France, the Knights Templar were arrested by King Philip because of all their gained wealth and notoriety. I've researched this and apparently they go over this in The Da Vinci Code. But I wouldn't know because I've neither read the book nor' seen the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if this is old news to you, then fuck my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Remember everybody, it's summer time and living is easy. I'm trying to go to the aquarium with Jasmine one of these days and Reggie and I are hanging at my house on Friday. We have recently launched our new sight http://www.randallday.com with Juan. It's going to be hot, but it' won't be up for a few days so don't forget to check back in. I will be updating you on when it's fully functional. It's going to pretty much be a super blog. But I'm going to keep posting about my.... fun filled life on here so check back every few days. I've got so much time on my hands so much isn't really happening unless a certain girl decides that she wants to make life interesting for me. She knows who she is. And when I say that, I don't mean like.. you know sex. Just like giving me feelings that I would feel either good or bad enough about that I would want to blog that shit up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep checking back and I'll keep giving you... my life on a string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-5837864033255537784?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5837864033255537784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-real-13th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5837864033255537784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5837864033255537784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-real-13th.html' title='Friday the Real 13th.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-7765176445160391216</id><published>2009-06-19T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:45:11.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl C'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl A'/><title type='text'>Friday June 19, 2009</title><content type='html'>Okay today was interesting. I've been talking to this girl, she's such a sweetheart. I think she's pretty amazing, but she's just a little unstable in the head. Then, another girl I'm familiar with came over today. Just another girl I'm involved with that's a bit unstable in the head. I'm not going to go into what happened with that. But I'll tell you that my dad yelled at it for me at 1 am. After that happened, I really got some thinking in about what and who I really want. Then there's this other girl. She's got a situation as well. What I find interesting is that I know who I like... I think. This is why we have summer. That's what I think personally. Summer... drama season. Then we go back to school. More drama. Life is love baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will sort it out, but I know some things now that I didn't know a few hours ago. This is going to get good. 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-1768773520243603602</id><published>2009-06-05T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:49:46.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doucet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juan P.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WH2 SOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US/VA SOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikki'/><title type='text'>June 5, 2009</title><content type='html'>So my camera is working. I've gotten it back up but I don't really feel like getting on there. I'm just really frustrated. Ever really get that feeling where everything and everybody is against you? That's how I've felt today. It's just like I can't get anything right even though I've had so much luck really. So I'm sick and I've got this serious cough that won't seem to go away and my throat is bugging like crazy. I've got a whole bunch of flem and crap in it and it's annoying as shit. Other than that, the only thing that's really gone wrong today is what happened in PE. I really was just out of it. Shit wasn't really going my way in volleyball like it usually does. It just got me thinking about things and how my life really isn't what I expected that it would be. Like lately, I've had way more attention from girls than I would have expected, but every time, it's not the right girl. And I'm done trying to go after anyone than that girl. By the way, she's beautiful and I'd pretty much give anything to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had so much good news, but I don't know why today hasn't been simply amazing. Like let's talk about how I got back two of my SOL scores. In World History 2 I got a 500 and in United States/ Virginia History I got a 512. Both of these scores are advanced. Also, I told Katie about the text that I sent her and asked her to go to the movies with me she actually seemed like she didn't mind at all. But it was too late because I didn't have a ride anymore and I didn't have any money. But her saying that she probably could have should have me optimistic. I don't understand why I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I think that it's funny how I pretty much post about the same thing every time that I write and people actually keep coming back thinking that I'm going to add a new element when in fact it's usually the same shit. I'm thankful that people do. I'm slowly getting into making my videos cool as shit. I'm going to do some simple intro videos and post em up and I'm going to get some opinions from my biggest critics being Nikki, Doucet, Matt, and Juan. What I think is funny is that so many people have talked to me about what I've written. I think it's amazing how people believe that only certain people read things when in fact there are so many people that are exposed to it and actually like to give input and read these things.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's amazing so I'd like to thank all of the people who are actually bored enough to read about my life. Thanks people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-1768773520243603602?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1768773520243603602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-5-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1768773520243603602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1768773520243603602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-5-2009.html' title='June 5, 2009'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-2035418174835336488</id><published>2009-06-03T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:18:39.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doucet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PJ&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English SOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='River'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mustang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin Balboni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juan P.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie Faye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nats'/><title type='text'>June 3, 2009</title><content type='html'>Coming at you from the bar in my basement. I was going to do a video, but my video camera is straight bugging. I got my PJ's on. They're pretty hot. I'm wearing them to school tomorrow for my last SOL's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today was pretty chill. I took the English SOL at 1230. It was way easier than I thought that it would be. Then while we were sitting in the auditorium, half of the Junior class pretty much rioted. So they let us out earlier than they were supposed to. It's a good thing because we would've been there for like 40 more minutes. Anyways, after that, I got in the car with Jenna, we went to Katie Faye's house. I got to ride in the shit car, it was....interesting. Anyways, we left her house and then Jenna drove me around. She took me to Occoquan Creek which leads to a big river whose name is currently unavailable in my head right now. It was funny, I think I'm over her completely which is good. While I was with her I was thinking about Katie the WHOLE time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Jenna took me home, my dad and I hopped in the Mustang and went to the Metro to go to Nat's Park in DC. We went because my dad got killer seats behind the Nats' dugout for the game in which Randy Johnson was going for his 300th win of his career. So, we're at the park and it starts raining. It sucks. So it's raining on and off, then we decide to leave. While we're leaving, everybody else (conveniently) decides to leave as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah it was a pretty interesting day. I got home and I was delighted to see someone hatin' on my videos. Alright, I'm a guy who LOVES when people hate on me. It makes my school year. Justin Balboni, are you hating me because of my swag? Or is it my fan base? Or is it the talent that I have in everything I do? Or is it just that you want to be me and have all of my success? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw. I have declared myself Doucet's biggest fan. I'm always listening to his music. I know his lyrics. Juan P. might argue against this, but I don't think that he has a chance against me. I got Doucet's unreleased shit. I don't have my cutie guest appearing on my blog and because I don't promote his shit (which I'm about to start doing once my camera starts working). But I know he's the best rapper alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-2035418174835336488?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2035418174835336488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-3-2009.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/2035418174835336488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/2035418174835336488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bianca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erickson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alg2 SOL'/><title type='text'>June 2, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQXm9zXhwBk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQXm9zXhwBk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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title='June 2, 2009'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-7376564914877607827</id><published>2009-06-01T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:05:51.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Blog 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4D_NqL_7h0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4D_NqL_7h0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-7376564914877607827?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7376564914877607827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/video-blog-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/7376564914877607827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/7376564914877607827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/06/video-blog-1.html' title='Video Blog 1.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-3512338869615504950</id><published>2009-05-31T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:52:28.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vicenza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manassas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>I Don't Understand</title><content type='html'>Alright, every weekend I do the same thing. I sleep in late, stay up late, sit on the computer, maybe get in the pool, and do it again the next day. I always try to text people to hang out, but hardly anyone ever answers. What I don't get is like, people tell me to try to hang out with my friends, but they're always doing something. Also, people tell me to try to hang out with girls I like, but whenever I ask they say they can't. I always feel like the people that are "close" to me, aren't really that. It's weird cause people tell me to ask, but like if I ask them, it's always no. I mean people always say they're busy, but whenever I ask them what they did during the weekend, they reply "Oh nothing really, just being bored," like they fucking lied to me. I don't understand this though. I pretty much know the people that I don't like, ones that don't like me, and those that I find annoying or vice-versa. It's like the ones that I thought were my friends aren't really. It makes me miss Italy because I know that I had Kyle. I knew that whatever he was doing that 99% of the time I could partake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-3512338869615504950?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3512338869615504950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3512338869615504950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3512338869615504950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-understand.html' title='I Don&apos;t Understand'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-4657484890330096093</id><published>2009-05-28T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:21:44.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Cox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua Radin'/><title type='text'>Ugh. Hate This.</title><content type='html'>It's 7:59 pm, the same that it was the last time I posted. So today was quite chill. I'm just not feeling up to being my usual chipper self. I don't know, it's just like, I was watching Scrubs and it was the episode that Dr. Cox didn't realize that it was Ben's funeral and it was. Then Joshua Radin's song "Winter" came on. I just felt so depressed. It was like, "I've been here before." Ugh, but it's whatever. Right now, I've just been thinking about that girl that doesn't like me like I like her. God she's beautiful. I wish I could hang out with her. I think I might be pressed. Whoops. Don't even really know her well. It's just one of those things that I usually do. You know what I'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Dank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-4657484890330096093?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4657484890330096093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh-hate-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4657484890330096093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4657484890330096093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh-hate-this.html' title='Ugh. Hate This.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-2742462544306251170</id><published>2009-05-21T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:13:25.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Epic Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Dre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Coffron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hardcore Gangstas'/><title type='text'>Here Today, Gone Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>So right now I'm sitting on the couch watching Scrubs. It's 7:59 pm and it's much earlier than I usually blog. It's still chill. I'm still Dre. Representing for the gangstas all across the world, still hittin them corners and them low lows girls, still taking the time to respect the beat, and I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E. So yeah, I'm kicking it. Today was pretty chill. I actually talked to J today. It makes me think that if I would've done this about a month ago I MIGHT have a girlfriend right now. But I doubt that would've happened. But hey, I can wonder right? So yeah, she's cute. But I'm stuck on this other girl. Not pressed but kinda still totally into her. I've been told that she's not interested in me at all, but I'm going to keep trying. I think she's amazing even though I don't know her very well. I hope that I can get to in the near future. I'd love to be hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my fifth project today in Photography. It made me really happy and I'm really happy that it showed up. That doesn't happen very often. I still need to finish my Old Town and Leaf projects. I need to get those in by June 1st. So I need to step my picture game up hard. That deadline is coming up quick. So is the one for all of Mr. Coffron's work. I need to read A Raisin in the Sun by next week. I'm probably going to read it this weekend. I need to step my grade up in that class. But yeah, in Photography, I need to get my scanning on. so I can post some of my pictures from in there. I hope they'll look good to people. I think two of my three do. I've got one that looks like shit. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend my parents are going away. So I've got the house Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I'm thinking about getting some girls over. I don't know who, even though I know who I wish would come over. She probably would say no. Epic Fail. But I guess I can't know the answer to that until I ask her right? Yeah. But I'll probably be wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear girl, you're amazing. I wish I could show you how amazing you are. I think I may be pressed on you, even though I hope I'm not. I'm wasting my time, as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess things are bound to repeat themselves right? Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-2742462544306251170?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2742462544306251170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-today-gone-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/2742462544306251170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/2742462544306251170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Here Today, Gone Tomorrow'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-4443958075704517993</id><published>2009-05-20T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:52:09.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freshman Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleveland Cavaliers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Drean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bianca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orlando Magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathan&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Kelly'/><title type='text'>Slacking</title><content type='html'>I haven't been on since May 16, 2009 which would be last Friday. So anyways, today was a great fucking day. Everything in school was really chill. In Oceanography, she really didn't give us a lost of work, but I still got something I need to do. I brought my grade up to an 89% in there. So I'm feeling pretty damn good about that class right now. I'm kinda worried about English. I've got a 75% in there and I need to read and take notes on the "A Raisin in the Sun" book. I need six pages on that I think. I think that I will knock that shit out this weekend. In US/VA, we really just chilled. Watched a Cold War video and took some notes. Then I drew a pretty complex math equation on the board involving math, women, and me. It was pretty hot. Ask anyone in my class, they'll tell you. In Algebra II I was really happy. I got back my test and needed a 32 to pass and I got a 36. I was so excited. That's going to raise my grade up a lot. Then after I got my test back, I took Bianca's iPod out of her purse, turned on the Dream, and went to sleep. =] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went home and chilled until the Freshman Festival. It was alright. I chilled until Meghan and Michelle got there. Our set up was the same as last year's. I was sitting there with Amber when I realized how hot Michelle actually is. I didn't before, but now I realize it and appreciate it. Well during the thing, they explained to everybody what MUN was and I just stood there being the piece of eye candy that I am. ;]. I chilled with Amber. While this was going on, Matt Kelly was singing and playing that trumpet all day baby. He's a monster. After that, I helped the band with clean up and took the big trophy back to the band room and sat there for a while and decided on going to Nathan's with them. I think that's what it's called. I had a chocolate ice cream cone, it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Matt drove me home, I sat down and watched the Orlando Magic-Cleveland Cavaliers game. When I sat down Orlando was down by 16. When I stopped watching it, Orlando had come back in Cleveland and beat the Cavs by a score of 107-106. I feel so good right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think that I'm going to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight gorgeous girl. But before I go, I want you to know that I think you should show yourself to me. I think that I deserve it. Really.&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-4443958075704517993?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4443958075704517993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/slacking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4443958075704517993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4443958075704517993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/slacking.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-5429052926057912700</id><published>2009-05-16T23:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:54:09.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CeCe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim'/><title type='text'>Let's Get Some Pancakes</title><content type='html'>So, I really wanted some pancakes earlier, and I made some. They were blueberry and I made the shittiest pancakes ever. But I loved the shit out of them. Chua couldn't give me a ride and supposedly Dawn's boyfriend is a fucking dick. So I made my own. Anyways, my life has been okay recently. No women. Nothing really going on in that department. But Friday was prom and I didn't go because I didn't have anybody to go with. So I went to a Nationals game instead. They lost, but it was good for me. I got a hat.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to talk about. CeCe has been faking on me. Jennifer is too. Whatever, it's almost 3 am and I'm about to go to bed. My blog is dying down. My bad guys who actually read it on a daily basis. There's no excitement in my life, so if you want to read something, make an impact on my life. Until then, you'll get shit posts like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to leave you with a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Fy9v7wpcbA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Fy9v7wpcbA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-5429052926057912700?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5429052926057912700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-get-some-pancakes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5429052926057912700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5429052926057912700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-get-some-pancakes.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Some Pancakes'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-5869838045183246932</id><published>2009-05-13T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:29:59.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="267"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xyg6g_lyfe-jennings-sex_music&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xyg6g_lyfe-jennings-sex_music&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="267" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xyg6g_lyfe-jennings-sex_music"&gt;Lyfe Jennings - S.E.X.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/keyzz"&gt;keyzz&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/us/channel/music"&gt;Explore more music videos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-5869838045183246932?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5869838045183246932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5869838045183246932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5869838045183246932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/sex.html' title='SEX'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-5256469663365658557</id><published>2009-05-12T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:28:31.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Anger Hurts my Ears. It's Been Going Strong for Several Years.</title><content type='html'>So here we go. I haven't really been on here in a while. I've been pretty tired with all the girls soccer games I've been going to. My body has been hurting. I don't know why though, but I don't really argue with it. I've been going to bed unusually early too. Like last night I went to bed at 2230. That's crazy. It's 023, and I'm thinking about going to sleep soon cause my body hurts mad crazy. I was kicking the ball around today when we went to Liberty. They have a fucking nice ass football field. Nicer than ours at least. Lol. We won tonight 4-0; and I think it's funny I said "we," like I played or something. A lot of people do that to me whenever I say the team is going somewhere. They do that and say "Good Luck." Because I need luck to take statistics on the game. Really? Haha. It's pretty crazy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my life has been pretty drama free. I'm enjoying it although a lot of people that are in my classes have been pretty obnoxious as of late. It's really been pissing me off and I wish they would all go jump off a bridge. What's particularly funny is that they say "What's wrong?" And I'm like "You, that's what's wrong." Anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to try to get some sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight gorgeous girl, I'll find you and see you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I've already seen you and met you, that'd be grand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but whatever, I got time if you don't want to show up immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-5256469663365658557?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5256469663365658557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-anger-hurts-my-ears-its-been-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5256469663365658557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5256469663365658557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-anger-hurts-my-ears-its-been-going.html' title='This Anger Hurts my Ears. It&apos;s Been Going Strong for Several Years.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-2641612551475326410</id><published>2009-05-10T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:05:27.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFOs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Let's Talk About Aliens. And Everything.</title><content type='html'>What are aliens? Belonging to, characteristic of, or constituting another and very different place, society, or person; strange.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;So, you can pretty much call an alien anything. Someone from Bangladesh while you're from the United States. You are aliens towards each other. But, there is another type of alien. This is the kind that people think of when they hear the acronym "UFO." But really, what is a "UFO?" A UFO is an unidentified flying object. Whether it's an aircraft that did not originate on this planet, or it's an aircraft designed and built in a country like China or Russia, it's still a UFO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;When they talk about UFOs on television, everybody asks the same thing, "Do you believe in UFOs?" Everybody has a different opinion. I obviously believe in them because of the earlier explanation of you not knowing something that is flying is a UFO. But, do you believe in UFOs from space? I can tell you that I do. Do you? If you don't and believe that there isn't life on other planets and only ours, you must be pretty arrogant. Can you honestly tell me that there is only life on our planet and be being serious? We know that our planet is a mere sliver of space. We can't compare to anything really. There is so much bigger than us. Then again, that's what I think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;If you have a strong relationship with the lord, then you probably don't agree with my point of view. Did god create everything that we have and nothing else for other beings? Or do we share the same god? I can pretty much say that it's not the same. If there are so many different gods among humans and their teachings are different, then what are the odds that we share the same god as those of beings on other planets? Slim to none. So I want feedback. Sign up for blogger if you don't have one, and reply to this. I want to know what you think. Are you religious? Do you believe in aliens? Do you believe in neither or both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-2641612551475326410?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2641612551475326410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-talk-about-aliens-and-everything.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/2641612551475326410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/2641612551475326410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-talk-about-aliens-and-everything.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk About Aliens. And Everything.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-242859469616763363</id><published>2009-05-06T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:22:05.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elena'/><title type='text'>There's a Fire in Your Eyes and I Hope You Let it Burn.</title><content type='html'>There's a scream in your voice, and I hope you will be heard. Today was just another chill day. I finally got back my grade for my US/VA Briefing Paper. 98% Motherfuckers. She took off 2% because I didn't do the right format. Other than that, my shit was spot on. That helped my class grade to a 96% highest in the class as of this point. So I get mine. Also, English is going to be pretty chill for the rest of the year Mr. Coffron told us, and that makes me glad. That's the class I've been stressing most for the year. It's funny cause most of the people in my class have had the same mentality too, so it's good. The class I'm stressing right now is Photography because people aren't returning their cameras, so that's killing my time to get my projects done. But right now in there we're doing close-ups with a moderate amount of light with reduced shadow. I'm thinking about getting a few shots of Travis Pittman juggling a soccer ball, because he's the best in the school at what he does and I'm sure that everyone knows that. I need to look at my grading rubric to see exactly she wants for light parameters and I need to set up a date with TP so I can get that shit done. Other than that I'm pretty much set for the summer to hit me. I hope it'll be legendary, but knowing my life, it won't be. Haha. I'm going to try to get in as much pool/beach time as possible. I think I need to doing some chilling with Elena also, possibly at a mall or something air conditioned. You know how it goes. Nats Park is going to be amazing too. I'm going to be going there as much as possible also. Ugh, I can' wait for this janks to come. Also, I'm looking for a job. Hopefully a simple one where I can make cash money but at the same time do as little work as possible. I'm going to go after my driver's permit this summer too. I need to get that settled out so I can drive that stick by next school year so I can get some honey's. Haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note. I was searching through Facebook and I saw Gil Carter update his status "Muck Wars is coming this weekend!" It got me thinking about the work that he does with Chapel youth groups, which got me thinking about god. God always brings up my point of view about the subject and what it means to be reverent. I believe that being reverent is not the belief in god, but the respect for people's beliefs and the understanding that everyone has their own opinions. What really pisses me off is that people like the ones in my last Boy Scout troop thought that how I felt was a load of BS. The beauty of it was that it's how I feel about it. Not you, not your mother, and not that lady that signs off on everything. Me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it or hate it, it's how it is, and it's not going to change. Let me remind you of some words from a great philosopher named Kyle Littleton. The words he said to me that will always stick are "Hamburgers will be hamburgers." Don't ever forget that, those are the words that I live by. That and the ones of Austin 3:16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I'm still on the lookout for that gorgeous girl. Where you at?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-242859469616763363?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/242859469616763363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-fire-in-your-eyes-and-i-hope-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/242859469616763363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/242859469616763363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-fire-in-your-eyes-and-i-hope-you.html' title='There&apos;s a Fire in Your Eyes and I Hope You Let it Burn.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-2735023941366043668</id><published>2009-05-05T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:38:10.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Scream is Running Through my Veins</title><content type='html'>Sooner or later, you're going to hate it. Go ahead and throw our lives away. So today was pretty chill man. I did a mile walking. I felt like a boss. I couldn't imagine why. Maybe it's cause that's how I roll. Anyways, I took a test today in WHII. Bailey said I didn't have to take it, but I took that janks anyways. I better have aced that shit. I know I missed at least one problem. Cause after I took the test I saw it later in my book when I was doing another worksheet. Tell me why they were making big noises while I was trying to get my mother fucking sleep on. That kind of shit pisses me off man. Now that I think about it, my day was pretty anticlimactic. But I had a good day anyways. I saw the Blink-182 music video for "Always" for the first time ever today on Matt Kelly's iPod. It was pretty fucking amazing personally. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I don't really have anything left to say. Sleep Sleep Bitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-2735023941366043668?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2735023941366043668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-scream-is-running-through-my-veins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/2735023941366043668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/2735023941366043668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-scream-is-running-through-my-veins.html' title='Your Scream is Running Through my Veins'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-331599296028185848</id><published>2009-05-04T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:59:14.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doucet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Levi&apos;s Girl'/><title type='text'>Let's Eat Some Pussy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gnam Gnam. That's the good shit mayne. I can't fall asleep. I feel so bubbly right now, it's just like "Blah!" And in response to Juan's blog about that rapper Doucet and how Doucet didn't bring numbers to his blog, Doucet automatically brings people to the blog. Me mentioning his name three times in the last sentence quadrupled my hits for this post even though it's my second post of the day. Yeah, I said it. Quadrupled. Doucet is twisted steel and sex appeal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided that I want to be a model. And date a gorgeous girls. If I got bored, my gorgeous girl friend and I would just take pictures of us together and they would get published in magazines and shit. They'd be ones where like she'd have no top on and her front would be covered by her front pressed against my shirtless hot bod. We'd both be wearing &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lk5sBagFzB4"&gt;Levi's.&lt;/a&gt; Damn I love that Levi's commercial. What if someone came up right after they jumped off and took their jeans? I would totally do that too. I'm sure that kid has some money in his wallet. That girl is so fine too. I like looking at her when they're going up in the water. Booty meat. Soulja Boy Tell Em. By the way, Soulja Boy sucks. Just to let you in on that. You know what's good. Anyways. I would be rolling with the fine model girl friend, taking black and white model pictures, making the big bucks, going to California and Europe with this one girl. Her and I are going to be big road tripping. But, I'm not into her LIKE THAT. So don't be thinking that I'm bugging on a girl right quick. I need to be thinking for at least a minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-331599296028185848?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/331599296028185848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-eat-some-pussy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/331599296028185848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/331599296028185848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-eat-some-pussy.html' title='Let&apos;s Eat Some Pussy.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-945742615616173749</id><published>2009-05-04T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:39:12.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check No Romeo.</title><content type='html'>Alright, I was watching hockey today and I got to wondering, "Am I the only person that thinks it feels like my ankles are about to break everytime I move the slightest bit in ice skates?" You know how it goes kiddies. So today was alright. Reggie stayed over last night and I swear he fell asleep at like 9:30, so I played Madden by myself until like 12. Then I went to bed and woke up and today everyone came over and we just played Madden from like 1130 until like 630. It was pretty crazy. Josh and Randy got pretty annoying to me though. It was just at that point where I just wanted everyone to go home, and when they did, what did I do but fall asleep. It was a damn good 7 and a half minute sleep too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever felt empty? Yes? Well you've come to the right place to read about it. I've never felt as empty as I do right now. It's funny. Usually I feel really empty, but at the same time I'm talking to some girl. It's like a pathetic type of emptiness, but right now, it's just like an emptiness with no side effects. It's like taking Enzyte while already having a moderately large package. Okay, maybe it's not like that, but you get my drift. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear baby boo, I don't know who you are, but I know you're there. Show yourself. Please and thank you. Bye. Kyle =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-945742615616173749?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/945742615616173749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/check-no-romeo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/945742615616173749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/945742615616173749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/check-no-romeo.html' title='Check No Romeo.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-5641452435039216931</id><published>2009-05-02T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:49:08.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk About it.</title><content type='html'>Alright, so tonight has been pretty chill. I really want an icee. I had one during the movie I just saw, but I finished it before the previews finished up. So anyways, I went to see X-Men Evolutions: Wolverine. It was one of those movies that makes you think what you would look like as a superhero or someone who was a mutant. I don't really know what I would look like. But I do know that I would look pretty fucking awesome. Anyways, I really want a Hugh Jackman goatee. I think that if I worked out a lot and grew a little older then I could have a body like Jackman's but that's probably not going to happen. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today I worked on Chris' car. I don't really know why I did it, but I did anyways. I cleaned out the trunk, aired the thing out, vacuumed the trunk, and rinsed the thing down. He had a lot of clothes in there. It was unexpected really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, that was pretty much my day. Oh I went to Glory Days also. Well Reggie is coming over tomorrow and staying until Monday. It should be pretty chill. We will be playing Madden for a long ass time. It's going to be chill as shit.. So goodnight people =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-5641452435039216931?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5641452435039216931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-talk-about-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5641452435039216931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5641452435039216931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-talk-about-it.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk About it.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-4126508170333596369</id><published>2009-05-01T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:05:10.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Pressed</title><content type='html'>I think it's funny. So today I was laughing at this girl's boyfriend's name. Honestly, he has the one name that I find funny for someone over the age of 10 to have. While I was laughing her friend was saying it's because I'm jealous. So her saying I'm jealous was the equivalent of me saying I'm pressed on this girl. I want to make this clear. I'm pressed on no girl. There is not one girl that I know that is worth being pressed on. No girl in general is worth being pressed on. The only thing I get pressed on is what these girls do. When a girl talks about her and I hooking up and then two days later she has a boyfriend, that's when I get pressed and pretty pissed off. Jealous? No. Mad. Yeah, just a little. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know anything about women. Please, show me one. I think I deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-4126508170333596369?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4126508170333596369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-pressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4126508170333596369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4126508170333596369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-pressed.html' title='Being Pressed'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-4569319942777505073</id><published>2009-04-30T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:36:16.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doucet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESPN'/><title type='text'>On Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Trying to find a way, a way to a new path. School is almost over and my grades look like shit. I think I need to step my school game up. I'm supposed to read a book and take notes on it. I haven't and won't do it. I need to step my extra credit game up. I got quotes since Feb. to turn in and my Manager status will help it. I need to be going to more school events to help that grade up. I pretty much deleted my ESPN today. I didn't deactivate it, but I pretty much logged out until school lets out in June. Sammy pretty much showed me I needed to do it, and it's a good idea. The group lost it's swag without him, and it made me see that I needed to bow out, but do so quietly. I dropped V some messages beforehand to let at least one person know. Other than that, I got some real advice from Justine Carucci today (another ESPN deactivatee). She told me that women go for the assholes. I'm not really sure if I should try this. I know that it's not me, but it really makes sense. I've always been generally nice to girls I've been interested in. I've never found a woman, and that's really what I want right about now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't know nothing. Let me tell you about a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing it Doucet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-4569319942777505073?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4569319942777505073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4569319942777505073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4569319942777505073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-hiatus.html' title='On Hiatus'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-7984355521594841465</id><published>2009-04-28T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:13:33.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capitals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randall Parrish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penguins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kranich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anissa Felix'/><title type='text'>Bangin like Pat White on Christmas in New Zealand</title><content type='html'>What's good? Alright, today was just another day. I finally got my pinhole camera project done and done. I took a test in Spanish and got a 91% which I was pretty chill about. I had detention and I fell asleep in WHII. Also, I had to do some shits in PE. Josh was bugging about my mom being hot again. I feel like stealing him in the face one of these days, but it's whatever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There be a girl I'm interested in. I told her friend to tell her to get at me. She cute, you know what's good youngs. I finished my research paper like a half an hour ago. Bryan said that I'm missing some janks but I really don't want to reopen it. Hopefully Mr. Coffron will let us do some of it in class so I can put the finishing touches on it. Lord knows he will because I can guarantee more than half of the people in the class aren't ready to turn it in. Ah. So tonight the Capitals came out and won in the final few minutes against the Rangers, so it's Penguins-Capitals. I can't wait. I'm going to find some tickets for when they're at the Verizon Center. Hopefully they won't sweep the Caps so I can watch the Capitals lose at home. That would be so awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight was the girls soccer regional matchup against Culpepper. Our girls completely destroyed them. The final score was 6-0, but like many of the games I've been at, it should've been much more. I was happy that Kranich finally substituted a few of the girls in, because of the four games I've been at, she has like this group of five that hadn't played until tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, this is my day. But hey I'm going to do what everyone has done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone who is reading this (which is like maybe 15 people) step up your voting: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randall Parrish for Prom King game. Facebook this shit at: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=74017384750&amp;amp;ref=ts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anissa Felix for Prom Queen game. Facebook this shit at: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=87179173938&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We're going to go on artist spotlight tonight too. Check out ya boy Doucet on Myspace. http://www.myspace.com/itsdoucet and on itsdoucet.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-7984355521594841465?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7984355521594841465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/bangin-like-pat-white-on-christmas-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/7984355521594841465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/7984355521594841465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/bangin-like-pat-white-on-christmas-in.html' title='Bangin like Pat White on Christmas in New Zealand'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-8512286276040090593</id><published>2009-04-27T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:03:58.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anxieties that I Wish I Could Alleviate</title><content type='html'>I really don't know what to talk about anymore. My life is pretty uneventful. I'm probably just going to write about hypothetical stuff. You know, "what ifs." Well, I can really say that I don't like Thing 1 anymore. I'm "talking" to her right now. I don't feel anything. She seemed to try to vent to me, but I don't do that. Thing 2 is pushing me away like Linkin Park. It's whatever. I think I'm just going to flow with that river water. That's what's good. Unless something serious happens. So I'm thinking about getting my nipple pierced and I've decided that I'm going to get a bar instead of a ring. My only problem now is finding the perfect bar, one that will reduce the chances of being pulled as much as possible. I'm having issues doing that. Also, we used to have this carved Celtic knot on our wall in our house in Villagio in Vicenza that my mom has a tattoo of and I'm thinking of getting it on my back. Like in the middle of the back on the right side. They won't let me get it until I'm 18 which sucks because I probably will be out of the house by that time. I'm trying to avoid anything that will hinder my chances of getting a job in the future. I ordered my contacts today. I can't wait for them to get in. Everybody looks better with green eyes. Well, this is pretty anticlimactic. Sorry. I'm out. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-8512286276040090593?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8512286276040090593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/anxieties-that-i-wish-i-could-alleviate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8512286276040090593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8512286276040090593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/anxieties-that-i-wish-i-could-alleviate.html' title='The Anxieties that I Wish I Could Alleviate'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-588958008917686611</id><published>2009-04-26T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:52:51.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sex Machines'/><title type='text'>A Thing For Me- Metronomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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  line-height: 24px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:17px;"&gt;This is for a girl back home, she tore down all my walls, left me for all she'd known. But I pushed it all away from me, and I don't know, even if i knew, even if i knew what to say to you.  It's just to late to make you stay, I'm sick of fighting this broken fate. If someone else gets to tell you, that you're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 28px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;What's up? I'm bored right now. I really don't know what to write for the first time in a long time. All of my "drama" is dying down pretty much. So today was just another one of those chill days. I seem to be having those a lot lately. I need some excitement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;What I need to do is hook up with like four different chicks and tell all of them I love them and tell each of them about the other three. Then I would have some serious stuff to write about......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;....Or so one would think xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;But it's whatever. So I don't think that anyone in the history of man has had such an uneventful weekend as I did. Actually let's recap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;Friday: I talked to Elena right when I got home. I was finishing my Refresco Goya juice. Fuck everyone who calls it soda because it was carbonated. All of you can suck it. It's juice bitch. Then I went to Metz to see ECG for the first time since I was in the eighth grade. It was kinda awkward for me. I didn't know whether to be me and be all flirty and "haha" so I just played it conservative. I looked like shit. I was the only person wearing soccer warm-ups(black paints and blacks hoody) in the 90 degree weather. I think she compensated with her super short shorts, but this isn't me complaining ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;Then later that night, the girls varsity squad played Fauquier. It was pretty disappointing. This game should've been a blowout. Shots were high instead of low and across the keeper. At least it was a tie. Number 16 for them thought she was a badass. It was pretty funny especially the numerous times she got nutmegged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;Saturday: Parents had me doing yard work. While my brother and mom were out getting rocks for whatever the fuck our backyard is going to look like, I laid on my deck and got in my spandex and tanned that shit to no avail. This was an epic fail. I was on back and front for like 30 minutes each. My face got burnt, that's it, and like barely burnt. Not like lobsterfied. So after yard work, Doucet and Omar came over and we kicked it. We played Madden and watched/listened to the draft. It was pretty fucking chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;Now, the highlight of my weekend. With the 44th overall pick of the NFL Draft, the Miami Dolphins select Patrick White, Quarterback, West Virginia University. BOOM! I bust a nut all over my living room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;Sunday: I really wish I would've slept in today because literally nothing happened. I got a cold shower and threw on my swim trunks. I was looking pretty freshh. SIKE. I was looking like a scrub. But that's whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;So that was my weekend. Good stuff ehh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 33px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"&gt;Kameron Ansley. Smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-4972455622543662181?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4972455622543662181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-dream-you-disappear-without-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4972455622543662181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4972455622543662181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-dream-you-disappear-without-sound.html' title='Like a Dream You Disappear, Without a Sound, Without a Trace'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-4503395521937249179</id><published>2009-04-25T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:45:46.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CeCe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Ayers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denver Broncos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doucet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cincinnati Bengals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rey Maualuga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knowson Moreno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pat White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian Orakpo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kameron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington Redskins'/><title type='text'>Let It Do.</title><content type='html'>Alright, let's talk about this. Lately I've been having some of these issues with the women. Jenna and CeCe. Today, I only really thought about those two like 3 times. Once when Reggie brought up Ce, once when Jenna got at me on Facebook, and once when I saw Ce online. This is pretty pleasing to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy it's coming to this. It's really time to let it do and let it come to me. I mean like, talk to the girls, but if they want some, it's time for them to holla at me. Not the other way around. Plus I'm not talking about just these two. I'm talking about everyone. It's time for them to get on my level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the NFL Draft. With the 12th overall pick, Denver drafted Knowshon Moreno. I was pretty happy with this pick, but I wish they would've went after Brian Orakpo who went next to the Redskins. Fuck the Skins. Anyways, later they drafted Robert Ayers out of Tennessee. I thought that they would've gone after Rey Maualuga with this pick (didn't go until the 2nd round to Cincinnati) but it's whatever. We needed the defense. Now here's where I was interested. Denver needed to go after Pat White with their third pick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Miami drafted Pat White in the second round, I jizzed in my pants. Honestly? That's a lie. When Miami drafted Pat White I actually blew a load all over my living room. I'm now a Miami Dolphins fan. I can't wait to get a Orange Pat White Miami jersey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways today I was burning up. Seriously. God damn it. My foot just fell asleep. I hate it when that shit happens. Ugh well I'm out snitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kameron Ansley. Smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-4503395521937249179?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4503395521937249179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-it-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4503395521937249179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4503395521937249179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-it-do.html' title='Let It Do.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-8664822476711563894</id><published>2009-04-24T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:04:03.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kameron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elena'/><title type='text'>With or Without you.</title><content type='html'>I'm jamming to NSync right now. Baby I just don't understand why we can't be lovers. We can win win, let it go, if you want me girl let me know, I am down, on my knees, I can't take it anymore. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, I love the boy bands of the 1990's. That's my style. N'Sync, The Backstreet Boys, BoyzIIMen, 98 Degrees, B2K, New Kids on the Block. That's the stuff. Take a needle and inject some of that shit into your system. The flow is lethal. Running through your veins like a symbiotic pain running in the system killing you slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever want to just get away? I want to. All of this shit recently has made me want to go on a real vacation. My life is gay. Women killing me slowly, just like those 90's boy bands. Fuck my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew the meaning of Christmas, until I looked into your eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People that made me smile today: Kameron Ansley, Elena Galindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-8664822476711563894?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8664822476711563894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/with-or-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8664822476711563894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8664822476711563894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/with-or-without-you.html' title='With or Without you.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-9196488870518422343</id><published>2009-04-23T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:10:50.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Cuties</title><content type='html'>Nothing today. Check back in tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;I'll be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-9196488870518422343?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/9196488870518422343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-cuties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/9196488870518422343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/9196488870518422343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-cuties.html' title='Sorry Cuties'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-4137853272887969270</id><published>2009-04-22T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:21:53.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baruch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santana Champ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kameron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlotte'/><title type='text'>Eh Today.</title><content type='html'>Today wasn't what I hoped it was going to be. The first two blocks were pretty boring. I aced a quiz in Spanish and Mrs. K brought up prom and I was like,"Shit, here we go." Then Jessica and I were in the darkroom like for the whole second block because our fucking test strips for our pinhole cameras wouldn't turn out. She started talking about how much she wanted to go to prom. She kept hinting about how she wanted me to take her with me since I'm not going with anyone. I'm probably just not going to go at all. I really want a suit so I'll see how them janks play out. Then I went to World History II and was straight bored. Charlotte kept waking me up, and I got scared a few times cause I was out like a light and she yelled each time. What was more embarassing was that I was chewing gum and it made it so there was a lot of saliva in my mouth, and when I checked my sweatshirt I drooled a little bit. Thank lord nobody else saw that or I would've gotten trashed. They trash me for the little, petty shit in that classroom. I hate it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then lunch happened. This is where I got kinda annoyed. They were doing their usual talk about each other game when they started talking about prom. It's funny how like of all those dudes going to prom, I'm the nicest one who isn't talking shit about everyone, yet I don't have anyone to prom with, and it's not like they're better looking or have better personalities then I do, because they aren't and don't. One might think that I'm being really narcissistic, but I'm not, this is how it is. It's just like I don't know. Then J passed, and Baruch saw her and I knew I was in for a long lunch. He talked about her butt and then he and Justin started talking about her and her body in general, and I got like really defensive. Then Justin talked to me about her and I was straight ready to flip.  I'm happy Reggie didn't say anything, and I'm glad he knows it's a sensitive subject for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fourth period we did sit ups and pull ups. I needed to do 56 in a minute for Presidential and I ended up doing 55 and I stopped with 12 seconds left. I don't know why I stopped either, I just did. Weird. The part I was surprised about was my pull ups. I expected to do about 0 and I ended up doing 3. My elbows really hurt. But I was happy with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home was kinda just like a blah for me. I started talking to J and she told me Justin told her to ask me to prom. I was like, "You've got to be fucking kidding me." This dude is going to try to help me get a girl? Please. If anything that's lowering my chances. It was like, he doesn't know what's going on here so it's one of those situations that people should let me and her handle. If anything is going to happen, it's going to happen, if it's not, it's not. Like Justin Balboni is trying to help me get women. I told him I wasn't mad about it then, but right now it just really pisses me off, because first of all, I'm not going to prom with someone unless her and I are dating or are talking about dating, and second of all I know she doesn't like me. IF she would've asked me on a pity date because of him, I swear to god I would've gone off on his ass and said no to her, thank god she's not like that. The thought of it happening just pisses me off. Then I saw her again when I told her that Baruch said she had a small butt. She said she didn't care what the guys at our table thought, but then she asks me what I think and it's like,"Do you need an ego boost?" because she knows I'm going to say "wow" because everything about her to me is "wow." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's whatever. The only bright spot really in my day was......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....Kameron Ansley. She said to me "I smiled at you, so now you have to say in your blog that you had a good day." I wish I worked like that, but I appreciate it though cutie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still sip that Santana champ cause it's so crisp. You know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-4137853272887969270?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4137853272887969270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/eh-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4137853272887969270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4137853272887969270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/eh-today.html' title='Eh Today.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-6165537522956877040</id><published>2009-04-21T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:28:40.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daisy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santana Champ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CeCe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erin Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FuFu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bianca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lonely Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sea Turtles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CJ'/><title type='text'>Mein Kampf.</title><content type='html'>Alright so the reign of my depression tour is coming to an end as I slowly get over that girl. She looks good, but that's all I'm really feeling right now. At least I know her now. Oh and for all of you who read yesterday's post, that freshman I was thinking about asking has a boyfriend. So that idea is kind of shot down. HaH. So today was pretty chill. I'm back to being a regular dude, you know, checking out the women, cracking jokes, playing sports(well almost), and being fly as a pelican. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was pretty interesting. In school I chilled in Oceanography with RJ and Ryan and did some easy lab work. Ms. D gave us this sea turtle worksheet that is due in a few weeks. Man, I love me some sea turtles. I've always had that regular dream that everyone has. There I am, holding on to a jet ski and you can see the top half of my body with my pectorals bouncing in the sunlight looking all tan. Then pan to a bottom half shot, and you see my hot, non-existent abs shining, then lower goes the camera. You see my feet tied to two sea turtles, and they're kicking it real hard. Sipping Santana champ cause it's so crisp. But yeah, we got our shell on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In English, it was interesting. We had a sub who was an idiot. I was trying to talk to Daisy but she didn't seem like she wanted to. So I slept and whatnot, but like later shit just started hitting me with her hand and her book. My arm was super red. I was like "what the fuck?" She just kept wailing away. So I just said fuck it and started catching her knocks. It's whatever. It's weird, she used to be really into me. She'd wait for me whenever we went somewhere and she used to give me all of this attention and now it's like she doesn't want anything to do with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so that's all that really happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;US/VA was chill. I saw CeCe.=] We talked about prom in US/VA, and about how Erin Oliver doesn't have a date yet even though she has a boyfriend. He hasn't asked her yet. Right when she told me that Bryan and I thought that I should ask her, but I knew TSchultz will ask eventually. If he doesn't he's an idiot. I also said to her "damn, if you can't get a date than I'm fucked. Cause you being as gorgeous as you are and not having a date makes my chances of  getting a date look like shit." It's totally true though. Dude, Savage, Matt, and I had our groups today, and we had our kick ass veggie crew. Andrew was the stalk of corn with the hat, Matt was the tomato with an eyebrow piercing, and I was the carrot with a chain on. Yeah, we were pretty much balling our asses off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch, wow this was pretty interesting. CJ bought some condoms from Spencer's. The industrial sized ones and the little itty-bitty ones that fit on your pinky. He walked over to FuFu with his white girlfriend and gave FuFu the little ones and said he got his condoms, and their whole table started cracking up. Then he pulled the big one out and put it on his head like a wave cap. Like most of the cafeteria was looking at him. I took it from him and put it over like my whole arm and moved my hand inside it and said,"I am aqua man." It was some pretty hilarious stuff. It even got Matt laughing really hard. We were dying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Algebra we took a test and I found out that Bianca and her man are having some serious problems, so you know me, I got in there on the rebound. It was pretty funny cause she totally realized it. She denied me but it was pretty funny. We took a test and I'm pretty sure that I aced. Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  white-space: nowrap; font-family:Times;"&gt;"So I grabbed my boombox and hit the turbo bass &lt;br /&gt;And what happened next was a total disgrace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody started having sex &lt;br /&gt;The music was way too powerful &lt;br /&gt;A bunch of old people fucking like rabbits. &lt;br /&gt;It was disgusting to say the least Oh! &lt;br /&gt;A boombox can change the world &lt;br /&gt;You gotta know your limits with a boombox &lt;br /&gt;This was a cautionary tale &lt;br /&gt;A boombox is not a toy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went home and CeCe called after I took a nap. She wanted to chill. So we chilled on the blocks in my yard. She wanted a massage and this is where it got pretty funny. Okay, when I haven't done something in a long time, it takes me a long time to learn to do it again i.e massaging, kissing, pimping, but that's a different story. So, I was attempting to massage her back but it ended up being me just pushing into her back with my thumbs. I was going up and down her back like what looked like a retarded kid playing on an ATM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah that's me today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  white-space: nowrap;font-family:Times;"&gt;Everybody in the place hit the fucking deck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  white-space: nowrap;font-family:Times;"&gt;but stay on yo mother fucking toes. We running this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-6165537522956877040?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6165537522956877040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/mein-kampf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/6165537522956877040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/6165537522956877040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/mein-kampf.html' title='Mein Kampf.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-7090907070279851028</id><published>2009-04-20T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:58:34.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop, Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;One look that breaks the silence, one look said what I think one, one look, one look can last a whole day a departure with no return, one, one look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you all I know and the sea will explain all you don’t know how to explain I can feel something big, bigger than this city the lie which breaks every silence is the lie I say only when I don’t think I’m begging you, don’t stop right now because later it’s impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop! Forget this silence, it’s not worth a single word, not a single one, so, stop! Forget because, and all the rest will go by itself, forget because, forget for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story as large as the world a story as long as an entire day one, one story is your most fascinating story one- your story. Stop! Forget, this silence, it’s not worth a single word, not a single one, so, stop! Forget because, and all the rest will go by itself forget because, forget for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop! Forget, this silence, it’s not worth a single word, not a single one, so, stop! Forget because,&lt;br /&gt;and all the rest will go by itself, forget because, forget for me. I’ll tell you all I know and the sea will explain all you don’t know how to explain I’m begging you, don’t stop right now because later it’s impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop! Forget, this silence, it’s not worth a single word, not a single one, so, stop! Forget because,&lt;br /&gt;and all the rest will go by itself forget because, forget for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop! Forget this silence, it’s not worth a single word, not a single one, so, stop! Forget because, and all the rest will go by itself forget because, forget for me. &lt;br /&gt;Stop! Forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-7090907070279851028?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7090907070279851028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/7090907070279851028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/7090907070279851028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-forget.html' title='Stop, Forget'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-1659664048259050381</id><published>2009-04-20T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:54:21.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Cox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weezy Fucking Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Tyson'/><title type='text'>Kick It Freestyle Mo.</title><content type='html'>Where were you when everything was falling apart? All my days spent sitting by the telephone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God I love The Fray. They're pretty fucking amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, let's talk about today. Things are starting to look better. The get over her process is going well. Doing things I enjoy will help with this. I recover like a champ so I think things will be fine. I was just talking to Nikki about prom. She found a dude and a dress. That makes me happy that she found someone. I really wish I had someone to go with, but I don't. There's a girl I'm thinking about asking, but I don't really know anything about her. She's a short one, but I think she's drop dead gorgeous, plus she plays soccer on the girls varsity squad. My two biggest issues are that one, she's a freshman, and two, I don't know anything about her. But we'll see how those things play out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But right now I'm feeling pretty good about things. I finished my research paper outline which was pretty much me writing my paper. I'm listening to Lil' Wayne and it's so upbeat. My parents are mad cause my music is loud but fuck em, cause I feel good and I don't feel like changing that. The only issues I'm having is thinking about her and some stress induced vomiting that supposedly comes with the percocet withdrawals. But life goes on, you know? I'm so happy that I pretty much have little to no homework. Shit is just so straight right now. My body is looking summer ready since I've been working to improve my muscle tone. I'm really satisfied with that, but I need to watch my foods and what I eat. Also, today when I went to Physical Therapy, I used Dr. Cox's approach from Scrubs about my body. It's ugly and I can never be satisfied even though that kinda is the opposite of what I just said. Last week I did 1200 steps in 15 minutes. I kept telling myself that she didn't want me because I don't work hard enough and I guess that was enough motivation, or whatever you want to call it, because I improved from 1200 in 15 to 1900 in 15, which is out of the stratosphere amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so pumped, I felt that I could go 12 rounds with Mike T., but fuck Mike T. she repeats my name like I'm Mike Jones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-1659664048259050381?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1659664048259050381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/kick-it-freestyle-mo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1659664048259050381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1659664048259050381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/kick-it-freestyle-mo.html' title='Kick It Freestyle Mo.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-8544290845650306913</id><published>2009-04-19T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:54:56.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life being complicated and somewhat gay.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CeCe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffebucks'/><title type='text'>Sunday in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Well today was pretty interesting. Now, I'm kinda caught between two girls. I spent some of the day with CeCe. We went to Coffeebucks and just sat there and talked about stuff. She dropped me off at home, and I got online and talked to J. There is still some tension. But I'm slowly seeing what kind of person she is. Then later, CeCe came over again. It was chill, we started talking about weather and my neighborhood when this little girl came by and was raising money for some thing she was doing. She needed $500 in two weeks and I donated $20. Then a little later, something happened between CeCe and I. It was just a little moment, but like, it changed everything. We both just looked into each others eyes. We talked about it later. She said it showed her that there's something missing between her and her boyfriend. I think that's what she told me. If not, she'll correct me on that later. ha. Well she left and I got back online and talked to J. It was pretty awkward. We talked about our little situation. I swear it feels to me that she considers me liking her a burden, like I want to like someone who doesn't like me back. Then CeCe got online. We talked about our little moment and what she had going through her head. I talked to J about it too, and like she asked if I liked CeCe. I was thinking why would I be crushed about you liking another dude if I liked CeCe, even though there was a little tension between Ce and I from before when we were talking. J said I should've kissed CeCe so I could forget about her easier. But I swear to god it feels like J is trying to dump me off on CeCe. It's like I understand you're sorry that you don't like me like I like you, but doing that makes you seem like the exact opposite of what I've heard of you and what I've thought of you. I hope that that's not really how she is. I hope that the best of her can only be seen by being with her because right now, I'm not diggin what she's portraying. It could just be a show to get me off of her. I don't know. I also hope I'm seeing the real CeCe. Cause like she talked to me like she has no feelings for me at all, and it' s like moments just don't pop up like that and there be no feeling involved. Maybe for her, but not for me. Not that easy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women man, I hope I'm getting my life sorted out, but right now, I really feel like things are getting more tangled up than they were before. But, I'm ready to get an earful from these girls even though I think they both know that I'm pretty open about everything that happens in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw. I pretty much finished my research paper today=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-8544290845650306913?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8544290845650306913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-in-nutshell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8544290845650306913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8544290845650306913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-in-nutshell.html' title='Sunday in a Nutshell'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-4608970560907091171</id><published>2009-04-18T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:53:17.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CeCe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doucet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>My Adventure</title><content type='html'>Today, she said she didn't want to go with me on an adventure. She told me she liked another guy. So I knew I was going to have a bad night. I told her I didn't want to talk to her, and I went to find Doucet. I took four percs before I headed from my house, behind Osbourn, to Doucet's, by Stonewall. I was walking that way and I went to Starbucks, and I really wanted to see CeCe. She's my heart and makes me see everything pretty logically and I love her for it. So, I went to Starbucks to see CeCe, but she wasn't there. So I got a Double Chocolate Chip Frap. I continued to look for Doucet. I walked by so many cars when my percocets started to kick in. The lights were so amazing. It was like the 4th of July when I was fingering Christie and the fireworks were on. It was crazzzy. I just followed the sidewalk, crossed railroad tracks. I was thinking about Jenna. I knew I wasn't crying, but when I felt my face, it was all wet and my eyes, they were all puffy. My skin itched and my nose was stuffy. I was trying to scratch myself while I maintained my balance on the road with the cars passing me. I walked and walked and I was at where I thought Doucet's house was, but it turns out that I was actually in Bristoe Station. That was where we had an altercation with some hardcore gangstas that one day we played football. It was pretty crazy. I tried to get out of there for fear of getting jumped by people who hate white dudes. So I walked and walked. And I ended up going in a 7/11. I got a Mountain Dew slushie. It was legendary. Clackity Clackity Clack Clack. The asian ladies in the 7/11 told the black lady in the store that they ran out of $1 bills, but right when she left, they pulled some out of the other register. I think they were racist. So I bought my slushie and went outside where the black lady was in her car and tapped on her window. She locked her door and rolled down her window a little. I think she thought I was addicted to cocaine, cause I looked pretty rough. I told her they had ones, then she got out of the car and gave me a hug. I was like,"Why did you hug me," and she said,"I thought you were going to mug me," and I said,"That's crazy, I'm just trying to drink my slushie." And smiled and I walked away. So, I was walking along, feeling awesome and not being able to walk in a straight line when I walked into a sign that said Manassas Park and I thought,"Where the fuck am I at?" Apparently I was in Manassas Park. So I was walking along, and I was like in Olde Town. I was like "whatt? This is crazy." And I saw the water tower so I guess I wasn't. I walked through Olde Town, and I walked around and saw some interesting characters.  So I tripped after getting out of Olde Town, it wasn't very fun. I walked home, and tripped again on my way and some dudes in their car were just looking at me. Then I was walking along and I entered my culdasac. My dad was in the yard and he was like,"Where have you been? How long have you been gone? You need to tell us when you're going out, cause when we come in to talk to you.....(this is where I stopped listening)," then he said," There's pie in the kitchen." That got my attention. So I went inside and got my computer. I got blogging my adventures, and I started talking to Kyle Guenther. I've never talked to a gay guy before. It's chill. I'm sitting on these concrete blocks. I want someone to sit with me, but nobody is there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-4608970560907091171?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4608970560907091171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4608970560907091171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4608970560907091171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-adventure.html' title='My Adventure'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-5599831810195958779</id><published>2009-04-18T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:28:40.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red to Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I had a friend named Victor&lt;br /&gt;The two of us used to hang every single day&lt;br /&gt;And it seemed like overnight&lt;br /&gt;That his whole life just changed&lt;br /&gt;I know when his mom and dad broke up&lt;br /&gt;It didn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;But i know that his dad was a drunk&lt;br /&gt;And he gambled away the rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon Vic was seeing red&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off and instead&lt;br /&gt;Hed drink every night until he passed out&lt;br /&gt;And then hed do it all again&lt;br /&gt;The whole time smiling on the outside&lt;br /&gt;To cover the pain&lt;br /&gt;But on the inside&lt;br /&gt;All he was trying to do was get away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying to get away&lt;br /&gt;Let the pain of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Go slipping through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, Funny how things change color&lt;br /&gt;Than fade to another shade&lt;br /&gt;When you had it made it was all good&lt;br /&gt;But now look just another day&lt;br /&gt;It was so fresh&lt;br /&gt;It was so clean&lt;br /&gt;Never saw it gone&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three&lt;br /&gt;Lights out, which way to turn&lt;br /&gt;Can't get a grip&lt;br /&gt;All alone in a big white house&lt;br /&gt;Every day gets worse&lt;br /&gt;And you just curse until your head bursts&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts so bad she left&lt;br /&gt;Now you suffer&lt;br /&gt;Should've thought of that one first&lt;br /&gt;No family, no kids&lt;br /&gt;Cant accept what you did&lt;br /&gt;Now you wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;But you can't&lt;br /&gt;Cause the past comes back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slippin through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;Sip a little jack&lt;br /&gt;Go to bed half dead&lt;br /&gt;What about rent&lt;br /&gt;Why does every cent gotta be a bet&lt;br /&gt;Whens it gonna end&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god we dont got a penny left&lt;br /&gt;My moms gotta find a way&lt;br /&gt;To get a job, out of debt, out of dodge&lt;br /&gt;Out of breath, out of this big problem&lt;br /&gt;My pops wanna get away from the pain&lt;br /&gt;In a better place in his brain&lt;br /&gt;But the medication he takes&lt;br /&gt;Makes him wasted&lt;br /&gt;So sick he was gonna think&lt;br /&gt;The good lord would come take him&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaking him&lt;br /&gt;Wake up you son of a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's dying to get away&lt;br /&gt;Let the pain of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Go slipping through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;Hiding himself away&lt;br /&gt;Watching all the memories fade away&lt;br /&gt;From red to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's dying to get away&lt;br /&gt;Let the pain of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Go slipping through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;Hiding himself away&lt;br /&gt;Watching all the memories fade away&lt;br /&gt;From red to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-5599831810195958779?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5599831810195958779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-to-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5599831810195958779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/5599831810195958779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-to-black.html' title='Red to Black'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-6894961128262159837</id><published>2009-04-18T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:23:19.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Low.</title><content type='html'>Damn. When you told me you wanted to take me somewhere, nobody on the planet could have felt more amazing than I had until about four minutes ago. Not only did you tell me you couldn't take me there, that you had to do something. You also told me there was a dude you were sweating. It wasn't me. Shaggy I wish you woulda said "It was me," for this one. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I been thinking about you all day yesterday and today, waiting for tonight, this was supposed to be welcome to my Manassas party. But naw, I'll probably be here all night, not crying, but the next closest thing that involves tears not running down my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, Doucet told me not to leave all your people for a woman. I took his advice, I have my people, but I left myself open for a woman, and that's coming back to bite me in the ass. Shoulda seen it coming though. History is bound to repeat itself right? I've been here before, a few times, and no I'm not going to spout out Blink-182 lyrics like I usually do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna be sad outta my mind, but I can't be mad at you Baby J. You aren't mine, you weren't mine, and you probably won't ever be mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Kyle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to Low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-6894961128262159837?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6894961128262159837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-low.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/6894961128262159837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/6894961128262159837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-low.html' title='Welcome to Low.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-4300676881875683794</id><published>2009-04-17T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:21:06.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><title type='text'>Oh my GlOveD</title><content type='html'>Dear Cutie,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You read my janks yesterday. It made me really happy that you did. You and I are going out tomorrow. At least I hope we are. I been thinking about you all day, and I even saw you. God damn you're so gorgeous. I can't wait till tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love cutie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya'll know me. I can move. But anyways, today was a pretty chill day, and it's 11:53 so you know that I gotta get my blog on. I went to school and did all that great shit. I went to Oceanography. Got my work on. Did them worksheets. I was walking from the elevator when I saw this cutie. She was real gorgeous, but I didn't say anything though, just smiled as she did with them dimples she has. =] That pretty much made my day amazing, even if Mr. Coffron did reject my research paper outline that I spent a whole... 10 minutes on. I didn't care though. I saw her, and she saw me. Then I went to US/VA. I did my thing as normal. I felt real mellow, and you know that I dropped some serious knowledge on everyone. I ate lunch today and they had chocolate milk. It was so good, I enjoyed my shit. I had like six of them janks. Matt Kelly took a picture of it. I really need to get that shit from him. I felt like the milk wasn't gonna be there for a few more days, so I drank as many as possible. Then I went to math, nothing really exciting in there. Then I went home, chilled with Ray for a long time, then went to the girls soccer match. The Osbourn girls played pretty well, except for the fact that they should've won like 20-0 instead of 3-0 over Liberty. They had a lot of crazy shots. I mean them janks was everywhere. I'm the manager, so I know they had 31 shots, 12 of which were on target. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, good day, thanks to that gorgeous girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snaggletooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-4300676881875683794?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4300676881875683794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-cutie-you-read-my-janks-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4300676881875683794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/4300676881875683794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-cutie-you-read-my-janks-yesterday.html' title='Oh my GlOveD'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-8061254053833081391</id><published>2009-04-16T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:30:20.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><title type='text'>This girl.</title><content type='html'>Dear  Cutie,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you won't read this so I'm going to post it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm fucking crazy about you. The way you have that gentle, sentimental side and the times you have that fuck everything side. They way you seem to be able to just be happy. I wish I could do that. In saying that, I'm crazy about the way you are able to hide things and just seem to be enjoying yourself. I love how I can talk to you all the time on the internet and never in person and I can feel so amazing. It makes me feel like if we actually saw and talked in person to each other on a daily basis, that the sun would explode. But whenever I'm around you I always seem to be at a loss for words. Like I'll open my mouth, and just nothing comes out. It's crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hate that I can never find the courage to say anything. I hate that you're too much for me. I hate that I get jealous whenever you talk about any other guy. I know girls don't like when guys get jealous, but I seem to do it often when talking to you. I hate the fact that I can guarantee that you don't think about me as much as I think about you. I hate the fact that I can talk to other girls with ease. I wish I could do that with you, but it's just not possible. I hate the fact that I'm pretty much scared of you. I hate the fact that I'm an idiot in liking you as I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Most of all I hate the fact that I'm not on your level. Not at my best, just not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-8061254053833081391?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8061254053833081391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8061254053833081391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/8061254053833081391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-girl.html' title='This girl.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-2783592066593500045</id><published>2009-04-15T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:40:25.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CeCe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Boats n Hoes</title><content type='html'>Damn. I disappointed yesterday. I was on at like 1245 am and I needed some serious sleep. I had to do some of Mr. Coffron's note cards. I finished 71/75. That got me a 94% so I was pretty happy. I still wish I woulda posted yesterday, but it's all good. But his class today was pretty damn chill. So I was fine. School today was just chill as can be. Probably the best A Day I've had all year. That makes me happy. We did some work in Oceanography. In English all I really did was write and bug Daisy. lol. In US/VA we did some talking and watched "Fly Boys," and I can't deny it, James Franco is a hottie. Reminds me of a young Kyle Littleton. Oh, and I was so close to seeing the Nationals vs. Braves on the same day as Matt Townsend. He's going on the 22nd while I'm going on the 21st. Then in Algebra II we took a pretty easy quiz. In Algebra I met two new girls because he made one of the five of our table move to another. I don't remember their names, but I met em. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after school, I got on and talked to J and realized I don't have a best friend here. I really need one. Someone who will be there to talk to me when I need it. So I'm currently accepting applications for the "Best Friend in Manassas" job opening. I went tanning! I can't wait to go to Orlando this summer. It's going to be amazing. I get to look at all kinds of hunnies while I'm looking good in my swim trunks and my flippy floppies, I'm on the boat flippin' burgers while you're at Kinko's straight flipping copies. Anyways, I'm going to be by the pool all summer hopefully. But, I'll try to get a job working that GS for my mom's building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dude, I really want a girlfriend. Like super bad. But I have to listen to CeCe. But it's killing me crazy. Some cutie just added me on Facebook. She's mulatto, and a cute one at that. Hence the name "Cutie" hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm almost out of percocet. It sucks. I'm down to like ten. Ugh. I hate it. Everyone is pissed cause I only supply to a few people. But today was the last day I am going to give out. I need them janks for myself. You know what's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well for now I'm out of here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see you later cutie ;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-2783592066593500045?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2783592066593500045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/boats-n-hoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/2783592066593500045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/2783592066593500045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/boats-n-hoes.html' title='Boats n Hoes'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-7983825546919999850</id><published>2009-04-13T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:39:28.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foo Fighters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sieloff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana'/><title type='text'>Rollin again</title><content type='html'>Alright so it's Monday, and I'm thinking about trying to do this once daily.&lt;div&gt;Anyways, today was a pretty chill day. You know? Mr. Coffron gave us more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to do our source cards for the research paper. I need like 40 more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that I have a D in US/VA which I'm happy about. I'm rather it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a D than an F. That month I missed really hurt. All the work piling up. But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to get that shit raised up to an A fourth quarter cause that's where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was the first and second. I have a C in Algebra II which I'm really happy about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause I had an F in the first and D in second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did a lot of talking to Sheldon today. We took some serious pictures on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;webcam. We covered some serious topics today. Love, food, school, you know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that sort of shit. Also, I talked to Jenna today and told her what I thought of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I told her about how I totally trashed her in yesterday's post. She was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surprisingly cool about it, but I realized that I really overreacted once I re-read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it. But you know sometimes that sort of shit happens. I was in Sieloff's classroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week and  a cute little Mexican girl came up to me and we hit it off. She added&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me today on Facebook. She thinks I'm hott. haha. I can't argue with that you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She likes em tall and Italian. YOU KNOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm feeling like getting out of here. I got the Foo Foo Fighters on the track,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the gauze on the knee, and the fan is going high. Bed time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh also, today I went to school high as can be. I really did my thing, but I think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I've been dealing drugs. I don't sell em, just give em out. Is that dealing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well fuck it. percocet is an amazing drug, I'll tell you bitches that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm out like ya mama in a tubetop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-7983825546919999850?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7983825546919999850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/rollin-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/7983825546919999850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/7983825546919999850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/rollin-again.html' title='Rollin again'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-3123455146584704288</id><published>2009-04-12T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:28:42.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itsdoucet.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elena'/><title type='text'>This shit is redonculous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright ya'll, I know not many hits are coming to this page, but I'm bloggin it up for the first time since like January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can call me Doogie Howser Md, Neil Patrick Harris, or Barney Stinson. Get on my level cutie. Check it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Big thinking lately. I've been talking to Reggie about his rap game. Like I'm spitting out like track management ideas to him and it's got me thinking about things like his website and whatnot. Everything I've talked about lately has got me thinking about potential careers. But, I know my shit will work itself out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say? Today man, I was talking to J and like, she kept talking about herself, her friends, and her ex-boyfriend. I'm there like replying with things like, "yeah, okay, and mhm." It was pretty weird. I don't even think she realized that I wasn't really as into her and she is. But I thought this was the first time this occurred. It's not. It's happened with all the girls I've been talking to. I thought about how our society is like this, and that this is why we're having such issues overseas. Everything has got to be about us, and our country is so selfish. We think that everything is about us. I hate it and it makes me want to go back home to Vicenza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to Elena today. I like talking to her even thought the convo's don't last long at all. Except for whenever she has dude problems, but that was mostly only when I lived in Vicenza. You know? It's weird though, I moved this close to her, and I haven't seen her even though I really want to. It's been like three and a half, almost four years since I've seen that girl. She beautiful. That's for sure. She's one of those "damn" girls that I like. Italian, brunette, tan, slim fig., but at the same time, right curves. Yes sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women man. It's funny how like, they say I look good and like we aren't on that just friends level when we first start out and there's sexual tension between us, and like all of a sudden one day, we're too much of friends for anything to happen. It's crazy. Also, I don't like to be that dude that girls come to to fume to about the other fellas. I don't care about them. I'm jealous most of all because most of the girls who come to me are girls that I could see myself with. It's crazy you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? Fuck it. You know and I know hamburgers will be hamburgers. That's how it is, that's how it's always going to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-3123455146584704288?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3123455146584704288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-shit-is-redonculous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3123455146584704288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/3123455146584704288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-shit-is-redonculous.html' title='This shit is redonculous.'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203283521892812605.post-1466443561092211285</id><published>2009-01-16T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:56:20.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doucet'/><title type='text'>Thinking Big</title><content type='html'>Aiight, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm thinking big. I'm thinking of looking for some local music artists and make t-shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and get them out. You know, get people to buy these shirts and of course listen to the peoples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;music whose shirts they're wearing. Of course, the first person I thought was my boy Doucet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will help make me money and the artist money, without actually having any labels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Possibly, if these shirts get around, we can help these boys get whatever they've got running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If people see them out west or in any big things going down on the east coast, and I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone like Timbaland sees a shirt, checks out the artist, and signs em to a deal, then you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know, help them get on their feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long shot? Yeah I know, but you gotta do what you gotta do. And that's get paid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've heard it before. This ain't no game, it's a business. It's an industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203283521892812605-1466443561092211285?l=kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1466443561092211285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/01/thinking-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1466443561092211285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203283521892812605/posts/default/1466443561092211285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyleloveslongwalksonthebeach.blogspot.com/2009/01/thinking-big.html' title='Thinking Big'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08210733043804192963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvuPoMgtNLI/SXFD8OxmlBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lxv6iPPM0OY/S220/thm_phphXgD9B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
