<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178</id><updated>2011-07-23T02:29:01.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Racey days, Help me through the hopeless haze.</title><subtitle type='html'>Big D's Random Happenings. Plus some robots. 
Comments Appreciated!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115637976024281883</id><published>2006-08-23T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:52:22.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So long and thanks for all the fish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This blog has been a chronicle of the life of a high school student. With my arrival at college, this will no longer serve as the diary of my days craziness, but rather it will act like a momento for one of the most enjoyable times of my life. I thank everyone who made this journey with me, its been a good ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I decide to keep blogging, I'll post the link here....&lt;a href="http://justbobdanish2.blogspot.com/"&gt;eventually&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-115637976024281883?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115637976024281883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115637976024281883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115637976024281883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115637976024281883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-long-and-thanks-for-all-fish.html' title='So long and thanks for all the fish...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115630256127766361</id><published>2006-08-22T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T01:54:08.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Goodbyes and Packing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today I said my final goodbyes to many people. We had dinner at Don Pablo's. It was the last time I'll see Nonye, AJ, Cara, and Koutek for a while. I had to go home before seeing "Snakes on a Plane" cuz of packing. Ah well, it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending"&lt;br /&gt;-Avril Lavigne:"My Happy Ending"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: I told Joe he wasn't asian enough to bring a rice cooker to school. Kid freaked out on me, but it was hilarious.&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/21120178-115630256127766361?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115630256127766361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115630256127766361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115630256127766361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115630256127766361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/08/final-goodbyes-and-packing.html' title='Final Goodbyes and Packing'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115604898911480600</id><published>2006-08-20T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:46:02.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Hijinks: A mix CD by Big D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I was randomly thinking of which songs captured my high school experince the most. The list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Must Be Dreaming(First Otakon AMV, Introduced Elan and I to Frou Frou)&lt;br /&gt;-Come on Eileen(Elan loves this song + It sounds like they say Tuua's name)&lt;br /&gt;-Drive(This has served as the Karaoke song of choice for me + Sonia likes Incubus, thats all I knew about her besides that she wasa conservative in 9th Grade)&lt;br /&gt;-Pink Triangle(Thinking you have thing figured out then it crashing has been high shchool for me + Jeff and I sang it in APUSH)&lt;br /&gt;-Rock and Roll Queen(Subways sang this in concert + Katie Ryan made me remember this after her excursion with a band member)&lt;br /&gt;-Look Up(Joe gave me this amazing song after I said I loved violin-based songs)&lt;br /&gt;-Kick Push(Yohance introduced me to Lupe Fiasco with this)&lt;br /&gt;-Time to dance(A reference to one of the most misguided and silly things I have ever done)&lt;br /&gt;-Perfect Situation(Jeff once again sang this with me, cept in Econ + The song meaning captures part of high school for me)&lt;br /&gt;-21 and Invincible(Late night trips with the crew+ Katie introduces me to Something Corporate)&lt;br /&gt;-Move ALong (The meaning got me through some messed up times)&lt;br /&gt;-When you were young(Chris loves this song + we were considering going to the virgin festival)&lt;br /&gt;-Ms New Booty(For some reason I call Shilpa "Ms. New Booty", probably as she is a good dancer)&lt;br /&gt;-Sweetness(Davon and I love this song + Represents all the crazy things I've done)&lt;br /&gt;-I Believe in a Thing Called Love(DAvon aways sings it + Ruthie always plays this song in her car)&lt;br /&gt;-My hero(Joe loves it, and we sang it in Physics)&lt;br /&gt;-We are the Champions(Robotics theme song, for both victory and defeat)&lt;br /&gt;-Change Your Mind(One of the songs that represent the things I had hoped would happen in HS, but didn't + My blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Well painted passion&lt;br /&gt;You rightly suspect&lt;br /&gt;Impersonation&lt;br /&gt;The dumbing down of love&lt;br /&gt;Jaded in anger&lt;br /&gt;Love underwhelms you&lt;br /&gt;No box of chocolates&lt;br /&gt;Whichever way you fall&lt;br /&gt;And if I tell you&lt;br /&gt;Lover alone without love&lt;br /&gt;What will happen&lt;br /&gt;Lover alone without love"&lt;br /&gt;-Frou Frou:"The Dumbing Down Of Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: At work I wikipedia-ed Harvard. It suggested a merge with Primal Scream. Then I realized what Primal Scream was. Brad said he wasn't going to participate thankfully.&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/21120178-115604898911480600?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115604898911480600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115604898911480600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115604898911480600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115604898911480600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/08/high-school-hijinks-mix-cd-by-big-d.html' title='High School Hijinks: A mix CD by Big D'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115594170875957237</id><published>2006-08-18T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:55:08.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For parting is such sweet sorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For the past three says I've been trying to make the most of the time I have left with my friends from high school. From walking through a Taco Bell drive through at midnight with Tuua after hanging out with Katie and her gangters, to rushing into Talledega Nights with Chris and Elan, to playing "Truth or Dare" with Ruthie, Davon, and Keith, it has truly been an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one regret is my lack of attention to when people were leaving, there are still some friends who are going to school far away that I haven't said goodbye to yet. Hopefully I'll be able to see these people, and if I don't all I can do is hope we meet up sometime during breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After middle school, I lost contact for a long time with so many of my friends, just because they went to school twenty minutes away. I feel sad when I think about what will happen when my friends go to schools in different states. I still feel comforted when I think about the things we've expeienced together. Why didn't I take more photos! I guess its better this way though, my imagination tends to make things seem better than they were...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Life.Hope.Truth.Trust.&lt;br /&gt;Faith.Pride.Love.Lust.&lt;br /&gt;Pain.Hate.Lies.Guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh.Cry.&lt;br /&gt;Live.Die.&lt;br /&gt;Some friends become enemies some friends become your family.&lt;br /&gt;Make the best with what you're given&lt;br /&gt;This ain't dyin, this is livin. "&lt;br /&gt;-Good Charlotte:"Movin' On"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great part of this is that this was CD was given to me by one of those middle school friends who I hadn't talked to in a while. Luckily, we're both going to Maryland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;We were playing "Truth or Dare". Someone ends up calling their ex and leaving this message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nick, I think we could have worked out if we saw more sunsets(and you were more well endowed). I'm having a sex change because our breakup turned me into a lesbian."&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/21120178-115594170875957237?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115594170875957237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115594170875957237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115594170875957237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115594170875957237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-parting-is-such-sweet-sorrow.html' title='For parting is such sweet sorrow...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115559716151839244</id><published>2006-08-14T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T19:12:52.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An overextended metaphor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;People are like playing cards,&lt;br /&gt;Life a gigantic deck.&lt;br /&gt;High school, a small pile,&lt;br /&gt;Into College is shuffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually each card is moved,&lt;br /&gt;From different group to group.&lt;br /&gt;But friendship's a string,&lt;br /&gt;Tied to cards in different piles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then relationships must be gum,&lt;br /&gt;Sticking two cards together,&lt;br /&gt;But only so long as,&lt;br /&gt;The gum stays sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are shuffled,&lt;br /&gt;Let the knots be tight,&lt;br /&gt;That allow us all to,&lt;br /&gt;Find each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"(If you listen) Listen, listen&lt;br /&gt;(Listen close) Beat by beat&lt;br /&gt;(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces&lt;br /&gt;(When it broke) And ground them all to dust"&lt;br /&gt;-AFI:"Bleed Black"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: Yohance and I went to a cookout, but we were the first ones there. We're flipping channels on Will's TV, and using the closed captioning to look at what's on the channel before it appears. "Beach Volleyball" appears in the captioning box. "Maybe, we'll watch this for a while...", Yohance laughs putting down the remote. On the screen appears....NASCAR. "Man, That was false advertising..."&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/21120178-115559716151839244?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115559716151839244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115559716151839244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115559716151839244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115559716151839244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/08/overextended-metaphor.html' title='An overextended metaphor...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115526567590565125</id><published>2006-08-10T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:07:55.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woes at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So yesterday, I went to my first lab meeting. Fun stuff, people presenting their projects, and communal food. It turns out that next week's lab meeting will be all about me presenting my project. The project whose data does directly against the hypothesis. Thank goodness I'm taking a communications class in college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus pic of my costume!(with Collins there too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f8/justbobdanish/dinesh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f8/justbobdanish/dinesh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"You sit there in your heartache&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on some beautiful boy to&lt;br /&gt;To save you from your old ways&lt;br /&gt;You play forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Watch it now - Here he comes!"&lt;br /&gt;-The Killers:"When You Were Young"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Chris that this song reminded me of Coldplay, and he scoffed. Just listen to the intros for this and Talk, and then tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So at work I'm waiting for my program to compile. Since I had free time, I decided to Wikipedia Rome, searching for the battle group Chris Elan and I were part of. Instead I find an article that starts like this:&lt;br /&gt;"Rome is the penis Italy and of its penis, called Latium. It is located across the penis of the Tiber and Aniene rivers. It was once the capital of the Roman Empire, the most powerful, penis and penis lasting empire of classical Western civilization. The penis City, a sovereign enclave within Rome, is the seat of the Roman Catholic Church and the home of the Pope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me two whole minutes stop laughing.&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/21120178-115526567590565125?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115526567590565125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115526567590565125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115526567590565125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115526567590565125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/08/woes-at-work.html' title='Woes at Work'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115490914011524036</id><published>2006-08-06T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:12:03.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OTAKON 2006!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt; After work,went down to the city, where I met up with Nonye, Chris, Davon, Billy, Nneka, James, and Ifeoma. After an hour in line, we got our passes, and headed back to their hotel. Nonye showed me this video of Tezuka from Prince of Tennis &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;killing the dinosaurs &lt;/span&gt;with his forehand. I head back home on the Metro at 9:30, got to Home Depot till 10, and work on my costume until 1. I still can't believe that people wore their costume while picking up their passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt; Start the day by wearing full costume and taking the subway at 8 am. Needless to say I recieved weird looks from all the people heading to work. So, I get to the hotel, and when I walk in all I see is a shirtless Chris beoing told to "get your ass in the tub" by Nneka. He actually ended up having really cool looking hair for his Frankie costume, and that stuff she put in it made it ridiculously resistant to changing shape. We caught AMV overflow, and then I ended up running into Corey. He and I ended up following some crazy dudes to the Gallery where we had lunch. While Corey goes back to "A Funny Movie", I decide to check out Ouran Host Club, as Nonye had recomended it. It was pretty funny, though the hinting at incest was creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to the AMV contest, but I was supposed to leave like 10 minutes for a photo shoot. They actually had some pretty cool AMVs, so I skipped the photo shoot, but left for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Otaklause challenge. Elan, Touis and I got there and couldn't find Corey. Since we need a team of four we end up asking a girl dressed as Squall to be our fourth. We enter the contest, with the "Da-Da-Da-Da-Da Dun-Da-Dunt" Final Fantasy victory song as our team name. We end up qualifying, but then everyone who lost bitches, and so we redo the entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, we end up watching teams that we beat in the qualifiers move onto round two while we sat in our seats. As I sat there seething(according to Elan, not quietly), the ridiculous challenges made it impossible not to laugh, so I ended up having fun. I lost the evil laugh contest to Elan, and the final challenge was cut short because our room had to be used for a Yaoi panel, but it was fun. At least I was able to point at Touis and tell one group of fangirls "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're ruining this little kid's fun for Yaoi!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Elan and I get there at 10 even though we planned to wake up at 8 to get MUCC tickets. In fact the only person who got up in time was Nonye. Elan couldn't get his hair done by Nneka, so he had to walk around with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chemical green&lt;/span&gt; hair caused by his attempt the day before to fix it. We watch the end of "Survive Style 5" with Chris and Billy, then Touis and I head out for a private photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they don't have a Vincent, we are able to call Corey. I personally think Elan's coustume was better than the Cloud we had, but we can blame a stupid Rufus for organizing this badly. In fact we had to pull a Tifa nad Aeris off the side of the street(not that those two ladies would frequent street corners...well at least not Aeris..). The art room is interesting, not only are there great artists and raffles, but this one crazy fangirl comes up to Elan and Corey telling them "Nice costumes, but you fuckers could never beat my Cid", "Tifa is a slut, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you should get with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yuffie, she's a hottie&lt;/span&gt;, Cloud", and "Only punk bitches use ranged weapons, Vincent".  Most hilarious thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grab food, then head to the Hotel. As Elan is getting his his hair done, Nonye teaches me about dojinshi and bishonin manga. Chris calls me telling me that they saved me a seat for the Hellsing Ultimate premeire, which is awesome because I really wanted to see it, but didn't know when it was. Afterwards we watch "Sex  is Zero", which is like American Pie but with a gym team. We stay for the beginning of "Sex and Fury", but after a hilarious sword fight(think Kill Bill, but naked lol), it ends up having a couple weird scenes that cued my exit. Elan, Chima, and I watch some of "How to survive a zombie apocolypse", which is slightly funny, but mostly boring. Though it does bring up a good question, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does holy water affect Zombies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; We went to the dealer's room for a while. Then we caught the Sunday afternoon parodies. They had the W.A.T.E.R. + H.E.A.T. = S.T.E.A.M. thing, which as Nonye had said was frikin hilarious. Too bad I lost my gun though, it would have been a great momento of this year's Otakon. On second thought though, I'm glad I didn't have to walk through the Subway with it, people staring at you makes you feel really self concious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;"Boom boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my room&lt;br /&gt;Let's spend the night together&lt;br /&gt;From now until forever"&lt;br /&gt;-Vengaboys:"Boom Boom Boom Boom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So I flip through over 200+ pictures hoping to find one of Me, Elan, or Chris. I find only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; person from our entire group in that set of photos. Nneka cosplaying as a schoolgirl. Man, fate hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f8/justbobdanish/ota1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f8/justbobdanish/ota1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-115490914011524036?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115490914011524036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115490914011524036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115490914011524036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115490914011524036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/08/otakon-2006.html' title='OTAKON 2006!!!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115455772409493714</id><published>2006-08-02T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T18:28:44.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much new...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So yeah, same old. Work, then coming home and watching TV and anime. Oh yeah, there's also a little bit of costume preparing in there. I also have the strange urge to learn to play Tennis, probably PoT backlash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"The very next day, he guessed she ran away&lt;br /&gt;The one and only in his bed so lonely&lt;br /&gt;But she comes walking in, with coffee and a grin&lt;br /&gt;Crazy as it seems, it wasn't just a dream&lt;br /&gt;And all around the world, people shout it out&lt;br /&gt;The geeks get the girls!"&lt;br /&gt;-American Hi-Fi:"The geeks get the girls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a fire at the building I work in. Evertone rushes through the inter-building network to the buildings next door. As we all sit there all I can think to myself is, "Damn, I shoudl have left that program compiling, so I wouldn't have to wait for it". As a note I spend 2 hours waiting for various programs to compile that entire day.&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/21120178-115455772409493714?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115455772409493714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115455772409493714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115455772409493714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115455772409493714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-much-new.html' title='Not much new...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115438794357940756</id><published>2006-07-31T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:03:11.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Play hard, work harder....not really</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, this weekend I had one hell of a crazy weekend. It starts off with Chris getting lost on his way to my house(I don't know how hard it is to follow a sign saying South, but we won't ask). SO a couple minutes late, we leave for CP. Elan told us there is going to be a salsa dance party. Okay I think to myself, I'll lookup salsa dancing on the internet so I can not look like a bumbling idiot(I'll only look one of the two).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there after me having to turn around five times(I blame one way streets). Elan tells us that his group is at dinner, so we can hang around the house, until Chris realized he didn't have dinner. Elan coerces Chris into buying him a banana, and getting an Oreo Shake. He suggests I get one too, until I point out its called a MILK-shake for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the house, Elan's roomate is setting up some sort of machine. Its taken apart, and I have no idea how good he is with electronics, but smoke is coming out of it. Thankfully it turns out to be a smoke machine that he was fixing. We help set up lights adn stuff, and then we discover the greatest treasure there(besides the wonderful company of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they are living in a frat house, Elan's people have access to a full DJ setup, with two turntables and everything. Chris messes around with mixing songs (only a few sounded anything like music). I have fun trying to switch from Prodigy to Chris Brown to Electric Six to Panic! at the Disco. Elan's roomate decides we should stop playing with the equipment, so he takes over and sets up his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A quick aside. Elan's roomie loves Techno. and by that I mean thats all he wanted to play all night. I'm not that opposed to othEr peoples' music, but three hours of Techno will annoy anyone, especially when it accompanied only with kids messing with glowsticks...even when I am one of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if the lack of involvement (no dancing) didn't kill the party, people turning on the lights and stopping the music for five minutes to get drinks was it for me. We all went to the living room and hung out. We used the boken I brought to hit foam peices out of the air. And we had boxing matches. Nothing is funnier than seeing Collins say, "I got one more in me, then getting slapped around by Elan". We met Elan's friend Alex who turned out to be pretty cool. He swordfights(for real, like fencing, not like us), and actually makes his own chainmail stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decide to head back to the party. Messing with the strobe light to Techno music is pretty fun, though the drunk people are annoying and bothersome. I mean can a person have a shadow fight with their friend and not be bumped into twenty times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the party dies down, we end up hanging out with Tina and Ellie, who are interesting, and like us decided the good old sober route. We watch Tina's skydiving video, and we see pics from skydiving. (Note: In half the pictures Joe is in the background looking emo, must be the glasses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We send Chris to get stuff, and when he comes back he tells me my boken was broken. What kind of asshole breaks somebody else's stuff? Even though it was like 2 AM, I was going to get angry, but Elan calmed me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the morning, we went to this LARP event with Alex. It was full contact with foam armor, and was really fun. Elan, Chris, and I joined the Roman army for the day, and we were able to borrow a lot of stuff. It was fun, even though I had to wear heavy armor. Chris had lighter leather armor, and Elan backed us up with Javelins. It was fun, I got to backstab a person who thought I was dead, defend the Imperator, and charge a King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I was too tired to do anything, in fact I spent Sunday recovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started work Monday, and it is pretty interesting. Its like AP Programming except wiht a much harder project, and no teacher. Having to do this in a new language sucks, and I'm pretty sure my runtime will end up being like an hour. At least I got to hang out with Angela at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Kiss me out of the bearded barley&lt;br /&gt;Nightly, beside the green, green grass&lt;br /&gt;Swing, swing, swing the spinning step&lt;br /&gt;You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress."&lt;br /&gt;-Sixpence None The Richer:"Kiss Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I always loved this song, but I never knew what it was. Thanks Joe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So, at work I spent the past two days working on an information gathering program to make a database. After I finished, I realized that my database looks exactly like this file that my coworker sent me. Apparently she had already done it for me, and I practically replicated her program for no reason.&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/21120178-115438794357940756?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115438794357940756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115438794357940756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115438794357940756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115438794357940756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/07/play-hard-work-hardernot-really.html' title='Play hard, work harder....not really'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115406382569606529</id><published>2006-07-28T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:17:05.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I should stop staying up so late....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today(at a reasonable hour) I get to set up my work stuff, so I'm exited. If this episode of PoT would finish, I would watch it before I go to sleep. Ah well, I'm tired. I really should stop staying up till 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Today I saw my hero fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;the one who taught me to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;on the outside I look fine,&lt;br /&gt;but on the inside I am dying "&lt;br /&gt;-Papa Roach:"Do or Die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;I randomly Imed&lt;br /&gt;Person: gwaaaarrr!&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey? who is this? lol&lt;br /&gt;Person: hi there person&lt;br /&gt;Person: a floating presence in cyberspace&lt;br /&gt;Me: no, that name looks vaguely familiar&lt;br /&gt;Person: looking for a friend... *sniff* I'm so lonely&lt;br /&gt;Person: Can you be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;Me: err, sure&lt;br /&gt;Person: You are oh so kind&lt;br /&gt;Person: despite what I've heard about you&lt;br /&gt;Person: You dumbass, one look at my info, you should guess who I am&lt;br /&gt;Me: i realized, i was going to try to guilt trip you lol&lt;br /&gt;Person: Hehe&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/21120178-115406382569606529?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115406382569606529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115406382569606529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115406382569606529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115406382569606529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-should-stop-staying-up-so-late.html' title='I should stop staying up so late....'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115388946445556373</id><published>2006-07-26T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:51:04.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I did very little to no work today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I watched PoT, played basketball(both in real life and in video games), and I ate a whole large pizza. In my defense it was my only meal for the whole day, 'cept for a handful of Apple Jacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh how I wish&lt;br /&gt;For soothing rain&lt;br /&gt;All I wish is to dream again&lt;br /&gt;My loving heart&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the dark&lt;br /&gt;For hope I'd give my everything"&lt;br /&gt;-Nightwish:"Nemo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So apparently an M.O.B tag stands for Member of Bloods, who knew?&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/21120178-115388946445556373?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115388946445556373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115388946445556373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115388946445556373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115388946445556373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-did-very-little-to-no-work-today.html' title='I did very little to no work today'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115372017970096822</id><published>2006-07-24T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:49:39.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime Binge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I got Law of Ueki. And watched 25 episodes in two days. Only stopping because I ran out of anime. Then I realized I had 3 episodes of Prince of Tennis and Hikaru no Go to watch, so I watched those. I think boredom maybe getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elan gave me X-files to watch, hopefully this'll last me long enough for me to get the rest of Law of Ueki. At least Yohance's out of Meyerhoff, so we can hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to see "Lady in the Water" IM me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Show me the meaning of being lonely&lt;br /&gt;Is this the feeling I need to walk with&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I cant be there where you are&lt;br /&gt;Theres something missing in my heart"&lt;br /&gt;-Backstreet Boys:"Show me the meaning of being lonely"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;I had the most "amazing" strawberry-banana smoothie today! Even though Elan and I had to come up with a way to make the blender work, our smoothy still came out pretty well. It had chunks of fruit and icy goodness.&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/21120178-115372017970096822?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115372017970096822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115372017970096822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115372017970096822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115372017970096822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/07/anime-binge.html' title='Anime Binge!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115358051016372944</id><published>2006-07-22T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:43:08.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow it always comes together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday Amelia had a pretty fun party. While Elan did miss an exit and came an hour late, bringing DDR made me an appreciated party. I finally met some of Elan's teammates&lt;/span&gt;, Tina and Ellie. By the time they came I was finishing up my first game of Risk(where I strong-armed someone into giving me Europe and thus the game).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Psycho did some crazy stuff in the background I played DDR while doing karaoke. It was pretty fun. Then Elan got the great idea to start a second game of Risk. This game he dominated the Americas, Tina amassed a gigantic army on Austrailia and Asia, all while Ellie and I had a series of skirmishes between Africa and Europe(with me being the agressor of course). In the end we decided the world was big enough for four of us. Mainly as Elan and Tina had to go skydiving in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"String from your tether unwinds&lt;br /&gt;Up and outward&lt;br /&gt;(But only)&lt;br /&gt;To bind&lt;br /&gt;I was spinning free&lt;br /&gt;With a little sweet&lt;br /&gt;And simple numbing me"&lt;br /&gt;-Jimmy Eat World:"Sweetness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while trying to get Amelia's address, I Imed everyone from Elan's buddy list.  I ended up giving a person I have never met GMail. I hope she knows that with great power comes great responsibility.&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/21120178-115358051016372944?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115358051016372944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115358051016372944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115358051016372944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115358051016372944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/07/somehow-it-always-comes-together.html' title='Somehow it always comes together'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115343062909471085</id><published>2006-07-20T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T17:23:49.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Note: Child must be supervised at all times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So my family has finally moved, meaning I'm "alone" for now. Know what that means? Days of playing X-men Legends, followed by nights of late night TV, followed by days of sleeping, followed by nights of messing with my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there's the random genetics book or programming chapter thrown in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Slow all the traffic down to a complete stop,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you speaking that slang that I talk.&lt;br /&gt;That sassy tempo with that walk,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the reason that all this teenies may never see me."&lt;br /&gt;-Chris Brown:"Gimme That"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So I check my Financial Aid package for the college I'm going to. I see that I have, as a balance a large(4-digit) negative number in the balance position. Based on the scholarships I got, there is no way in hell I should owe my college four digit sums of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freak out, and start examining all the Financial Aid documents I have. As I get our my calculator(which has been put away since school ended) to double check their math, I realize something. My scholarships have negative signs in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in short until I pay for books, mandatory fees, and random things my college has on balance that they owe me a four digit sum of money. That makes me happy.&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/21120178-115343062909471085?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115343062909471085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115343062909471085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115343062909471085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115343062909471085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/07/note-child-must-be-supervised-at-all.html' title='Note: Child must be supervised at all times.'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115307472449425062</id><published>2006-07-16T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T15:53:59.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch...it may take a while to load but it's worth it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/63bWYFGBTuE"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/63bWYFGBTuE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I thought it was pretty funny. And slightly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"The sweat descends,&lt;br /&gt;My psyche bends,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;This soul is twisted but the skin will mend.&lt;br /&gt;My tight young skin covers up a sick palimpsest."&lt;br /&gt;-Les Savy Fav:"The Sweat Descends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me talking about registering for classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: this is redunkulous&lt;br /&gt;Andy: it's what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;: redunkulous, its like ridiculous, but more so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Andy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;: ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Andy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;: a real word, or made up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;: made up lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Andy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Andy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;: I thought so&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/21120178-115307472449425062?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115307472449425062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115307472449425062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115307472449425062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115307472449425062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/07/watchit-may-take-while-to-load-but-its.html' title='Watch...it may take a while to load but it&apos;s worth it'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115281077604660731</id><published>2006-07-13T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T15:19:03.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>APs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So yeah, got the AP results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I thought:&lt;br /&gt;Econ(macro): 5, i can do this&lt;br /&gt;Econ(micro): 4, unemployement was tricky&lt;br /&gt;Physics(mech): 4, I now hate physics&lt;br /&gt;Physics(E+M): 2, see above&lt;br /&gt;Stats: 3-4, paying attention would have been useful&lt;br /&gt;Psych: 4, I had no idea what some of the terms were&lt;br /&gt;Lit: 3-4, I always screw up English exams Multiple Choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Econ(macro): 5, i can do this&lt;br /&gt;Econ(micro): 5, apparently it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;Physics(mech): 5, apparently I can do it&lt;br /&gt;Physics(E+M): 4, even with making up a FR?&lt;br /&gt;Stats: 4, one week of studying does not make up for a year of gossiping&lt;br /&gt;Psych: 4, if I did not hate the class I would care&lt;br /&gt;Lit: 4, as usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;, my college accepts 4 and above, so I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Don't cry i'll bring this home to you,&lt;br /&gt;If i can make this night light enough to move,&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry i'll bring this home to you"&lt;br /&gt;-Minus the Bear:"Pachuca Sunrise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;At orientation we played this game where you had to say something unique about yourself. Some of the more interesting ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I was in Germany last week&lt;br /&gt;-I play Pokemon&lt;br /&gt;-I swing danced last friday&lt;br /&gt;-I have a broken toenail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was me?&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/21120178-115281077604660731?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115281077604660731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115281077604660731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115281077604660731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115281077604660731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/07/aps.html' title='APs...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115266838536610873</id><published>2006-07-11T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T15:02:52.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oreintation was fun. Met some new people, saw old friends, and talked to students. Of course, the online registration told me all Gemstone and Math340(class I was invited to take) were full. So when they fix the site I'll have to change my whole schedule. Tired from waking up at 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"You are the sun,&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is blue,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is blue for you"&lt;br /&gt;-The Subways:"Rock &amp; Roll Queen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night in a quad with threee other guys. To change, I decided it would be a good idea to go into the closet. Changing in the dark is not that hard as long as you know where you put your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&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/21120178-115266838536610873?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115266838536610873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115266838536610873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115266838536610873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115266838536610873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/07/orientation.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115240303125551421</id><published>2006-07-08T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:54:29.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie saves the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For our Graduation present Chris got us (Himself, Joe, Elan and I) tickets to a show with a new band tht he really liked. Angels and Airwaves sounded pretty cool, so we were all looking forward to the show. Heck, Elan was coming up all the way from CP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside: People who break into other people's cars are assholes. Especially when they do it for "fun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Joe, Chris and I are on our way to the concert. Halfway around the beltway, Chris realizes that he left the tickets home. We go all the way back to his house, and we realize that his dad can't take us now because he has to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell are we going to get there?&lt;br /&gt;Who loves concerts and would go with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie Ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Subways are a british rock band who opened. They were pretty good, even though their show was much less flashy than the others. A 45-munute set wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head Automatica was underwhelming. I liked some of their songs, but live they weren't that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels and Airwaves was pretty amazing. It may have been alot of smoke and strobe lights, but the show was memorable. Though some people thought it was oversynthesized, Chris and I really enjoyed the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Back Sunday was pretty good. Though I only knew a few of their songs, their show was enjoyable. Not as good as A+A or The Subways though. I did belt out "Make Damn Sure" at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, Chris, and I get to Collins' that night. After a night out we know that there is only thing that can satisfy our appetites. Grilled cheese sandwiches! The noise we make trying to make them wakes Chris's mom, who makes them for us as well as bowls of soup. We watch Pulp Fiction till around 2. I have to finish that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Away with these nightmares&lt;br /&gt;Away with suburbia&lt;br /&gt;Shake down away&lt;br /&gt;You marry a role and&lt;br /&gt;You give up your soul til you break down"&lt;br /&gt;-Something Corporate:"Me and the Moon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So you like Angels and Airwaves?&lt;br /&gt;Katie: You mean the Tom Show?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why'd you call it that.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Dude, it was an hour of "Hi, I'm Tom, formerly of Blink 182"&lt;br /&gt;Elan: He didn't even introduce the other band members...&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/21120178-115240303125551421?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115240303125551421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115240303125551421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115240303125551421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115240303125551421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/07/katie-saves-day.html' title='Katie saves the day!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115221554453970340</id><published>2006-07-06T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:14:42.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration Time, it is the 4th after all!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So lately, I'vebeen doing alot of celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was the 4th of July. A bunch of us wer going to go to the harbour, so Elan and Joe hung out at my house. I had never realized that none of my friends knew X-men as well as I do. Of course it comes from being friends with an enthusiast, and playing most of the games. As we are driving to leave for the Metro, I get a call from Shilpa: It appears it migt rain, so we're meeting at Towson instead. No problem, we chill at my house for a bit before heading off to Towson. We meet up with Cara, AJ, Nonye, Davon, Shilpa, and Kezia. We hang around the mall for a bit, and end up going to dinner at The Rainforest Cafe after Chris shows up. Dinner was fun, as was watching fireworks in Calvert Hall while going through some book by Maddox Chris had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got my laptop! It arrived much earlier than I thought, and this means I leave now to mess with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my 100th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Cause I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions&lt;br /&gt;This'll be the last chance you get to drop my name&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions&lt;br /&gt;This'll be the last chance you get to drop my name "&lt;br /&gt;-Taking Back Sunday:"You are so last summer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Chris talks to our waiter at The Rainforest Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: If you guys want, one of you can sign up for our card, which gets you (blah, blah, blah)&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Does this mean we have to eat here again to use it?&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/21120178-115221554453970340?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115221554453970340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115221554453970340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115221554453970340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115221554453970340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/07/celebration-time-it-is-4th-after-all.html' title='Celebration Time, it is the 4th after all!!!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115199047920644319</id><published>2006-07-04T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:43:09.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I did that, I'd be arrested</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So Yohance and I went to see Superman. Will, Yohance's "Prison" buddy came with him, which was interesting because I was able to verify the accuracy of Yohance's stories. Apparently Will and his fellow inmates call Yohance "Trinidaddy" because he brought his dad's flag to school. Not content with that nickname(which belongs to me for those who didn't know) Yohance is going to carry his mom's flag this coming week. I don't know many things that can be made up off of Grenada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to the movie. It was interesting. Your normal Superheor movie, it was even better when you are there with a slightly cynical and loud yet clever group. Adding things like "That's just grimy" or "If I did that, I'd be arrested" made this movie very much worth it. Though the couple sitting in front of us may not have been happy with some of the "racier" comments, it was all quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some of the moments in the movie are incredibly blasphemous. Well not really, but they can be interpreted that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;"Are you my lady, are you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you my lady, are you?&lt;br /&gt;The rain is falling down&lt;br /&gt;the  cars remain."&lt;br /&gt;-Mew:"The Zookeeper's Boy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was Ruthie's sleepover. Apparently Joe and Katie are going to form a duo and tour across the world. Joe's "aight" piano skill and Katie's vocals are going to carry this group far. I was going to make them a myspace band site to make this even funnier, but let's just pretend I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterword: I felt bad for not carrying through, so here's there band pic for a possible myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 338px; height: 248px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f8/justbobdanish/JoeKatie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/21120178-115199047920644319?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115199047920644319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115199047920644319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115199047920644319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115199047920644319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-i-did-that-id-be-arrested.html' title='If I did that, I&apos;d be arrested'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115179343895423077</id><published>2006-07-01T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:39:00.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiends and Fires</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last night was pretty fun. We hung out at Chris' for threee hours while we specualted on the possibility of having spaghetti night. After hearing that Joe and I bought Yu-gi-oh stuff, Chris was inspired to bring out the cards he had from middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few ridiculously long matches, we gave up on that and decided to do something else. Luckily, when we called Katie to see what she was up to, she told us there was something at Ruthie's house. Chris goes there while  Joe, my brother, and I grabbed some T-Bell. My little brother eats extremely large amounts of Fire sauce, while I can't handle more than one. Ironic, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get to Ruthie's, Chad and Chris decide to set up a bonfire. Katie and Ruthie's friend from Perry Hall were nice enouh to get us some graham crackers, chocolate bars, and marshmallows. The rest of the night was chatting and making smores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, when everyone cancels the day before an event, it sort of catches you off guard. Ah well, alls well that ends well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the site Joey, it looks like it could be useful or at least interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only in dreams&lt;br /&gt;We see what it means.&lt;br /&gt;Reach out our hands.&lt;br /&gt;Hold onto hers.&lt;br /&gt;But when we wake&lt;br /&gt;It's all been erased.&lt;br /&gt;And so it seems&lt;br /&gt;Only in dreams."&lt;br /&gt;-Weezer:"Only in Dreams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday a bunch of us were hanging around a bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: You're heating up more than my marshmallow&lt;br /&gt;Katie: I'm burning for you(waves her flaming stick at him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: This is the best smore I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;Me: You must be very good at handling that stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tuua switch seats with me, it will be hilarious when Chris comes back.&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: You always say things will be "hilarious", and they never are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Now, I really need some chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad: Where do you keep your sugar, Ruthie?&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-115179343895423077?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115179343895423077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115179343895423077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115179343895423077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115179343895423077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/07/fiends-and-fires.html' title='Fiends and Fires'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115170849678842540</id><published>2006-06-30T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:09:08.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whatever Chris says about me planning the Spaghetti Dinner is a gross exaggeration. I sat there as he called people, as can seen by the fact that you probably talked to him not me. Thank you, that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"And he shall be levon&lt;br /&gt;And he shall be a good man&lt;br /&gt;And he shall be levon&lt;br /&gt;In tradition with the family plan"&lt;br /&gt;-Elton John:"Levon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt; I leave my away as "If you know Perl contact me".&lt;br /&gt;Perl is a programming language for those who didn't know.&lt;br /&gt; Messages I recieve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I did. Like two months ago.&lt;br /&gt;-Never heard of Perl, what is it.&lt;br /&gt;-I know her. She and I hung out Saturday.&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/21120178-115170849678842540?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115170849678842540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115170849678842540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115170849678842540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115170849678842540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/06/chris-lies.html' title='Chris Lies'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115158729044047352</id><published>2006-06-29T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T09:21:30.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually doing stuff now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So yeah, now I have to learn a programming language cuz I actually got a job. Fun, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut&lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;br /&gt;And my scars remind me that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel"&lt;br /&gt;-Papa Roach:"Scars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So at six flags a while ago, Joe and Chris decided to ride Superman. They left their stuff with me and the girls, and walked to wait in line. While they were riding Supeman I decide to mess with Joe by changing the background of his camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kezia and Shilpa bringing their hands together in the shape of a heart. I actually think this is one of my most interesting ideas ever. Not the messing with Joe, part but the concept behind the picture.&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/21120178-115158729044047352?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115158729044047352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115158729044047352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115158729044047352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115158729044047352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/06/actually-doing-stuff-now.html' title='Actually doing stuff now...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115141210716236039</id><published>2006-06-27T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T09:04:59.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So yeah, this summer I need something to do. For the longest time I thought about going to FL, but then I realized I might actually like to get the place and not resent it for changing my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan B was to get a summer girl. Honestly, this was less of an actual plan and more of a hilarious idea. I was actually based on like a year old blog entry I read (&lt;a href="http://louderthanbombs.blogspot.com/"&gt;read it&lt;/a&gt;). Her criteria for being a summer boy made me think how funny it would be to write my criteria for a summer girl. Of course it wouldn't be as funny as the original, and would make me want to delete my entire entry. So move we on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, was the "I'll learn something to fill up the time". So far I know how to play three chords on my guitar. Onto the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is a job? Well, guess I have to get one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanna break you down so badly&lt;br /&gt;Well I trip over everything you say&lt;br /&gt;Well I just wanna break you down so badly&lt;br /&gt;In the worst ways (worst ways)"&lt;br /&gt;-Taking Back Sunday:"Make Damn Sure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Snips from a conversation with Nonye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (On Squall)It's not even a badass scar like kenshin, its like a frikin harry potter thing&lt;br /&gt;Nonye: he has nice eyes&lt;br /&gt;Nonye: i can't believe i'm debating this with you, of all people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonye: girls aren't important now&lt;br /&gt;Nonye: wait till college&lt;br /&gt;Nonye: *not advocating celibacy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: you should write a kids book though; "the truths of life by Nonye"&lt;br /&gt;Nonye: you know, that's not a bad idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: bleach had dec3nt fillers&lt;br /&gt;Nonye: yakitate and PoT have the best fillers&lt;br /&gt;Me: that 3 was an accident, i swear&lt;br /&gt;Nonye: lol, i was going to ignore it&lt;br /&gt;Nonye: you know you want to talk in leet lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: |\|0 \|\|47!!111!!!1!&lt;br /&gt;Me: that is a sign i should go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&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/21120178-115141210716236039?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115141210716236039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115141210716236039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115141210716236039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115141210716236039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/06/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115125436245453823</id><published>2006-06-25T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T09:12:00.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Situations with Smart Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This edition of Racey Days(RD) is dedicated to smart kids who do not so smart things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who plays frisbee under a tall tree when it is thundering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gets into a pool five minutes after seeing lightning flash across the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who uses pool water in a sauna in order to add chlorine into the air they breathe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart Kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all the crazy things that happened at Tuua's party, it was fun for the most part. Especially having a chicken party and discussing how Chris and I are the posterboys for Obesity and Anorexia, respecively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"When all you got to keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through"&lt;br /&gt;-All American Rejects:"Move Along"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So Keith and Chris  are talking on a sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith: You can kiss a person on the tonsil.&lt;br /&gt;Chris: That's not a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Keith: It definitely is.&lt;br /&gt;Chris: You can't do that!&lt;br /&gt;Keith: I'll show you.&lt;br /&gt;(They get dangerously close...)&lt;br /&gt;(Keith pushes away Chris)&lt;br /&gt;Keith: You are so gay dude. You actually were going to do it too.&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/21120178-115125436245453823?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115125436245453823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115125436245453823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115125436245453823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115125436245453823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/06/silly-situations-with-smart-kids.html' title='Silly Situations with Smart Kids'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115116543438660448</id><published>2006-06-24T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T09:02:06.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me...swing dancing?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So yeah, swing dancing is both fun and tiring. Though my body is extremely tired, I had lots of fun. Hell, I even learned how to foxtrot, merengue, cha-cha, and swing dance. Though I will admit I was extremely reluctant to asking random people to dance with me, in the end I learned something from each and every single person I danced with. Next week maybe I might go again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Save some face, you know you've only got one&lt;br /&gt;Change your ways while you're young&lt;br /&gt;Boy, one day you'll be a man&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, he'll help you understand&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it"&lt;br /&gt;-The Killers:"Smile Like You Mean It"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Chip and I walk up to two random girls and ask them to dance. After one minute my partner walks up to her friend and tells her that they should go find the bathroom. I was a beginner, so a couple stepped on toes was mainly responsible for this(thats my story and I'm sticking with it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are seen by Bob dancing together alone in a corner:&lt;br /&gt;"Guys, I can't believe they made them swear off men!"&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/21120178-115116543438660448?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115116543438660448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115116543438660448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115116543438660448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115116543438660448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/06/meswing-dancing.html' title='Me...swing dancing?!?!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115106879998937870</id><published>2006-06-23T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T09:20:05.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch and Legends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So yeah, Yesterday we went for appetizers and drinks at TGIF. It was pretty fun, with Briana downing sugar packets, Dan actually dropping a knife, and Joe staring off into the distance(thinking or at a waitress?). While trying to tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue, I ended up splitting it into three peices(which can also be called thirds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;the way to Legends(which Joe complained about). While Vik and Joe look at comic books/manga, I head over to the trade binders. We end up all watching Briana lose to Joe at chess. There was also an intense Risk game where Joe convinced the other people to gang up on me, so I was left with 3 armies on Greenland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then discovered a horrible truth...Joe did not know how to play Yu-gi-oh! With our youth coming to a close soon, we bought precons and I taught Joe. Now, I can room with Joe knowing that he was been one with the heart of the cards. That probably seemed more comedic in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"So here I am it's in my hands&lt;br /&gt;And I'll savor every moment of this&lt;br /&gt;So here I am alive at last&lt;br /&gt;And I'll savor every moment of this&lt;br /&gt;Savor every moment of this"&lt;br /&gt;-The Used:"The Taste of Ink"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;I bought two packs of Yu-gi-oh yesterday when I was leaving Legends. I opened two copies of this card that I can't use unless I buy a bunch of packs. I look up the card, and apparently it is the Ultra-Rare of the set and it goes for like $30.&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/21120178-115106879998937870?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115106879998937870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115106879998937870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115106879998937870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115106879998937870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/06/lunch-and-legends.html' title='Lunch and Legends'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115089883747085668</id><published>2006-06-21T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:08:36.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days...get it....sounds like Racey Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So Joe tells me that we are going to Tuua's to hang out. Ok, thats fine I think to myself. I get to his house at 1, and he doesn't have directions, or the time we have to get there. He talks to Tuua, and gets directions as well as an invitation for 4 pm. So we kill three hours playing Dynasty Warriors. Whats kind of sad is that instead of balancing his team, Joe power-levels his main guy(like those 10 year olds who get through Pokemon with only a lvl 97 Charizard)&lt;/span&gt;. So I am there, fighting with a fan(!), trying not to be killed by frikin' foot soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we eventually leave for Tuuas. We get there after being lost twice. And it is only then that Joe tells me that we might go into the pool or river. Thankfully, it rains so that we end up having a Ra****(Finnish leftover party), playing Apples to Apples, discussing Harry Potter and X-3, and watching "His Girl Friday". Apparently Cary Grant is a great actor...All this time I just thought Katie liked him for no real reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Prescribed pills&lt;br /&gt;To offset the shakes&lt;br /&gt;To offset the pills&lt;br /&gt;You know you should take&lt;br /&gt;It a day at a time"&lt;br /&gt;-Panic! at the Disco: "Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I walk into Tuua's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: Hey, nobody comes through my front door.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I can tell; Cobwebs scare me though.&lt;br /&gt;Katie(in the other room): Who came?&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: Dinesh and Joe.&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Crap, now we have to stop girl talk!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You could tell us some of those amusing OC stories?&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Well there was a war between Sweden and France....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: It was Norway and France&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/21120178-115089883747085668?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115089883747085668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115089883747085668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115089883747085668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115089883747085668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/06/rainy-daysget-itsounds-like-racey-days.html' title='Rainy Days...get it....sounds like Racey Days'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115072691554004894</id><published>2006-06-19T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:33:01.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad Party @ the pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was honestly the most fun/exausting party I have been to so far. Playing basketball and shark is extremely tiring though. We had a good showing of people there. Shout out to Shilpa for making an amazing plaque(even though I didn't get one), Jeff for running out and getting swim trunks, Ruthie for leaving Tuua's party to come to ours, Angela for swimming the fastest lap I've ever seen, Brittany for being good at shark, Koutek for his tennis tan that gets the ladies, and Briana for amazing party bags. If I missed you, I blame exaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;P.S. I just updated an entry for the 10th, don't miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Graduation Day&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Day&lt;br /&gt;We take back everything we said about you"&lt;br /&gt;-Head Automatica:"Graduation Day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So Joe and I are sleeping over at Collins'. We're talking and watching MTV at 3 am, when Chris' phone rings. He bitches about who would all him at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I heard the words: "Katie Ryan, I...love you"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There may have been a platonically in there, but artistic license lets me cut it out to make the story funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&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/21120178-115072691554004894?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115072691554004894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115072691554004894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115072691554004894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115072691554004894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/06/grad-party-pool.html' title='Grad Party @ the pool'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115039811302013861</id><published>2006-06-15T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:01:53.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week that Wasn't (Senior Week)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Where shall we begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the three of us(Joe Chris and I) had been talking about getting a room for senior week. So we get Joe to book one using his mom's credit card. As the trip nears I pick up a new beach towel and swim trunks for the beach, as well as a bunch of snacks for when we need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan doesn't have a room for OC, so he asks if he can come with us. It's no problem for us, but we have to check and see if the hotel will charge us more. This call is made the day before we have to go, even though Dan asked us a week in advance(Don't blame anyone, we're all that procrastination inclined...a result of IRPs). So the hotel tells us that we can't have two minors in the room. That more or less means the trip has to be canceled. Unless we do some illegal manuevers...but wait its me, so the trip is cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a bunch of food I got for the trip. So I suggest we go somewhere else. Since Tuua and Ruthie went to the Appalacian trail a while ago, I figure we could go there. I mean we can learn from their mistakes in knowing what to carry and what to leave at home. Well, that idea is shot to crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I have this food until my grad party. Anyone who I know and wants to come can AIM me @ justbobdanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Miss Murder can I?&lt;br /&gt;Hey Miss Murder can I?&lt;br /&gt;Make beauty stay if I&lt;br /&gt;Take my life? (Ohhhhh)"&lt;br /&gt;-AFI:"Miss Murder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So I was randomly talking to Dan on AIM after the shit hit the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: so what have you been up to?&lt;br /&gt;Dan: chilling at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;: getting stepdad's bday gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;: I've been playing RO and watching old indian movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;: grieving chesapeak knife and tool closing down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;: where was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;: whitemarsh mall and towson mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;: oh, i never been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;:    :'(   when little i allwayse wanted to work there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;:   -_-  yeah so i was a demented child, so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&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/21120178-115039811302013861?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115039811302013861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115039811302013861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115039811302013861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115039811302013861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/06/week-that-wasnt-senior-week.html' title='The Week that Wasn&apos;t (Senior Week)'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-115014246873533068</id><published>2006-06-12T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:01:08.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAY HAVEN @ THE RECHER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So yeah, I definitely ate six chocolate chip cookies at Dori's party. Chris and Nonye and Joe and Tuua can say what they want, but those cookies were much better than the oatmeal rasin ones they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that you can almost do the macarena in your seat....almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw GH at the Recher. It was fun, especially since Oliver had a red shirt that made him look like a bouncer. Plus, Gray Haven rocks. The metal band after them weren't that bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I miss my long hair, now I can't headbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"I can not live&lt;br /&gt;I can’t breathe&lt;br /&gt;Unless you do this with me&lt;br /&gt;I can not live&lt;br /&gt;I can’t breathe&lt;br /&gt;Unless you do this with me "&lt;br /&gt;-Angels and Airwaves:"The Adventure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Chad Alex and Zack definitely skipped across a mosh pit without being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-115014246873533068?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/115014246873533068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=115014246873533068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115014246873533068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/115014246873533068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/06/gray-haven-recher.html' title='GRAY HAVEN @ THE RECHER!!!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114995513129816979</id><published>2006-06-10T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:23:14.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For the past week, I've spent my days watching Indian movies. For those of you who don't know, this means that I've seen way too many stories about family obligation and finding a soulmate. Plus, I can now read subtitles really fast(for fan-subs of course). That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Our heads are so filled with thought, we can't use our imagination&lt;br /&gt;Like a sky so filled with stars, you can't find a constellation&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's so sensitive to every bad vibration&lt;br /&gt;We're so impressing while we're regressing"&lt;br /&gt;-SR-71:"Politically Correct"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;In the movie theter, Skip had brought his PSP. We watched the "Niggar Family" skit from the Chapelle show as credits fro X-men rolled. As we get to the special ending, i take out my headphone, but accidentally unplug them from the PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the entire theater you hear, quite loudly, "NIGGAR, PLEASE".&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/21120178-114995513129816979?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114995513129816979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114995513129816979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114995513129816979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114995513129816979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/06/indian-movies.html' title='Indian Movies'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114986826852312992</id><published>2006-06-09T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:51:10.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I always late to dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wednesday was the robotics dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I could go to it, I had to go to attend Andrew's Graduation party. Joe and I arrived ten minutes early, as we had given ourselves extra time when in case we got lost(Use of the plural makes it look like its not me who gets lost, but the "we").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it was pretty fun. Cheeseburgers, Chips, Super Smash Brothers, with ACDC playing in the background. I learned some interesting things that are probably going to keep me away from the drumline at Maryland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey was there too, so I decided to leacve when he did. Then I realized he wasn't leaving anytime soon. Of course this is after we are an hour late. After a twenty minute drive, we get to Dinner as people are making their closing comments. Well, I got a varsity letter, so its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me did you sail across the sun&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded&lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is overrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there"&lt;br /&gt;-Train:"Drops of Jupiter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;For some reason or the other I was hit by every female at the grad party and at robotics. Weird how that happens, right?&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/21120178-114986826852312992?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114986826852312992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114986826852312992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114986826852312992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114986826852312992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-am-i-always-late-to-dinner.html' title='Why am I always late to dinner?'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114977919876543796</id><published>2006-06-08T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:06:41.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, we graduated...</title><content type='html'>Its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've graduated high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure you feel happy, but don't you regret leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that your friends will fade into memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain that it will all become pictures in a dusty album?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully our memories will not be just of the fun times we've had, but how we've changed each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck my friends, wherever life may take you,&lt;br /&gt;-Dinesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"You see her, you can't touch her&lt;br /&gt;You hear her, you can't hold her&lt;br /&gt;You want her, you can't have her&lt;br /&gt;You want to, but she won't let you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not so special so look what you've done, boy&lt;br /&gt;She's not so special so look what you've done, boy&lt;br /&gt;She's not so special so look what you've done"&lt;br /&gt;-Franz Ferdinand:"Auf Achse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;At Six Flags, some guy walks up to Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy(points at Shilpa): Is that your girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Joe: No...&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Well, she's really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: ... I guess she'll be happy to hear that&lt;br /&gt;(Guy walks away)&lt;br /&gt;Me: As if you could ever get with that.&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/21120178-114977919876543796?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114977919876543796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114977919876543796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114977919876543796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114977919876543796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-we-graduated.html' title='Well, we graduated...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114939415564192861</id><published>2006-06-04T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:48:22.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Billy Mason Everybody!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, Billy came up for graduation. It was pretty fun hanging out with him at Chris' and then at the pool. Apparently VA is not that different from MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Rubin's party, where Phil seemed to be an endless source of amusement for Katie. After we all recived massages from Katelyn, we headed to the next party of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving to Karanja's was scary. Not to call anyone a bad driver, but you're not supposed to indicate left and then trun right. Well we got there in one peice, so all was well. What sucks is that most girls from our schools can't/refuse to dance. Ah well, at least Davon represented class od 06 in that dance-off thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I aint always right but Ive never been wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Seldom turns out the way it does in a song.&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while you get shown the light&lt;br /&gt;In the strangest of places if you look at it right."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;The Grateful Dead:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;Scarlet Begonias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered why people called Billy "Penny". Apparently his middle name is Pennington. Leave it to me to find out something like this at the end of senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&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/21120178-114939415564192861?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114939415564192861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114939415564192861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114939415564192861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114939415564192861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-billy-mason-everybody.html' title='Its Billy Mason Everybody!!!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114893027027919262</id><published>2006-05-29T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T12:18:35.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Practices: 3 days in one entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;Grad practice today was shorter than I thought. I even got my yearbook signed by a couple people. I also wrote messages that were not funny in hindsight, so i think i have to get someone's yearbook back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Second graduation practice.  After I went to the SCA Bahama Breeze thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Managed to edit that yearbook... of course it still is a ridiculous entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; It was fun overall, even though we sat segregated.  After hanging out with the SCA, Chris, Shilpa, Nonye, Davon and Ngozi headed over to Towson mall. Since Tuua was nice enough to drive Tim home, Joe, Elan and I could meet up with them there. While some pretty funny things happened at Hollister(see below), the funniest part for me was when Chris walked into Hot Topic, and Shilpa and Nonye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;refused &lt;/span&gt;to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Kallie at Starbucks. Had a four hour long conversation covering everything from Dave Chapelle to plans for college. It was fun, and I hope we can hang out before she transfers(U Mich?). Afterwards, got schooled in Madden by Yohance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day(1):&lt;br /&gt;"The days get shorter and the nights get cold.&lt;br /&gt;I like the autumn but this place is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.&lt;br /&gt;It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most.&lt;br /&gt;The days get longer and the nights smell green.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave."&lt;br /&gt;-Modest Mouse:"The World at Large"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;Lyric of the Day(2):&lt;br /&gt;" On an island in the sun&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be playing and having fun&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me feel so fine&lt;br /&gt;I can’t control my brain"&lt;br /&gt;-Weezer:"Island in the Sun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;Lyric of the Day(3):&lt;br /&gt;I went sky diving&lt;br /&gt;I went Rocky Mountain climbing&lt;br /&gt;I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu&lt;br /&gt;and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter&lt;br /&gt;and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying&lt;br /&gt;and he said someday I hope you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;to live like you were dying."&lt;br /&gt;-Tim McGraw:"Live like you were dying"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day(1):&lt;br /&gt;In Hollister, the girls and Davon decided to give me a makeover(Yes Nonye, I am putting this in here). It was interesting wearing "extremely destroyed" jeans, a shirt with a naturally popped collar, and a Hollister hat. Even though my outfit was teal, it was well recieved(especially since it matched Shilpa's outfit). I never realized that the bird was a Hollister symbol. I should have taken a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Random Story of The Day(2):&lt;br /&gt;Well, even though my buddy Tuua wouldn't get me an invite to the SCA party I still wanted to go. So i made my own flyer, using my mad tech skills. The best part was when Sonia came up to our table, and did the necessary "Dinesh, so where's your invite?" thing. When I pulled out an invite that had my name in her handwriting, it took her a minute to figure it out. But that minute was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Random Story of The Day(3):&lt;br /&gt;So I decided we should see The Breakup.&lt;br /&gt;Problems with organizing a crew:&lt;br /&gt;-Bad cell Numbers&lt;br /&gt;-People busy planning the summer&lt;br /&gt;-No answering cell phones&lt;br /&gt;-People not wanting to see a romantic comedy with a bunch of guys&lt;br /&gt;-Knowing that people can't come on short notice&lt;br /&gt;-Lack of transportation&lt;br /&gt;So, in short, it didn't happen.&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/21120178-114893027027919262?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114893027027919262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114893027027919262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114893027027919262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114893027027919262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/practices-3-days-in-one-entry.html' title='Practices: 3 days in one entry'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114878797490349272</id><published>2006-05-27T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:46:14.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Owl misses the worms entirely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So you know what sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching to a party late only to find out its pretty much over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive, I hung out with my cousins from VA and my uncle today. As well as my extremely intellegent but troublesome ten-year old second-cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" &gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am one of those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Melodramatic fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Neurotic to the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No doubt  about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-Green Day:"Basket Case"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Andrea calls her son for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: Mommy, I already ate.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea: Candy, isn't eating. Get yourself upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know whats great...In high school biology, he will learn enough to contradict you.&lt;br /&gt;Fiona: Yeah, but by then, she won't have to worry about feeding him.&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/21120178-114878797490349272?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114878797490349272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114878797490349272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114878797490349272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114878797490349272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/late-owl-misses-worms-entirely.html' title='Late Owl misses the worms entirely'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114870215100713949</id><published>2006-05-26T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:07:49.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnics and Pheonix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, Picnic was fun. Played a little football, signed some yearbooks. It was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then saw X-3. That was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the Juggernaut, Bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;L&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yric of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I mean she even cooks me pancakes&lt;br /&gt;And alka seltzer when my tummy aches&lt;br /&gt;If that ain't love then i don't know what love is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We even got a secret handshake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And she loves the music that my band makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know i'm young but if i had to choose her or the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Gym Class Heroes:"Cupid's Chokehold"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Kezia and Shilpa berated me in order to have Chris sit by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they'll claim I exaggerate the harsh verbal accostings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pretend that it was merely because Chris had to sign their yearbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would ever think that I exgaggerate?&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/21120178-114870215100713949?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114870215100713949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114870215100713949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114870215100713949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114870215100713949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/picnics-and-pheonix.html' title='Picnics and Pheonix'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114851556157503313</id><published>2006-05-24T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:35:13.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvel Civil War?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So apparently I do not know half of the Marvel Trivia that I should know. This became clearly apparent when I tried to do the Trivia Quiz on X-Men 2. Sure Yohance laughed at me, but the fact that he had taken the quiz before made me realize that I wasn't that behind on Marvel knowledge. The title comes from his computer's background, a picture of spiderman hanging over Captain America's sheild, an ominous picture that Yohance told me was a part of a war in the multiverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dorking out, we hit the court. "You are Timmy, but with slightly better aim" was all that was said of my game or lack there of. Well, at least we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick push, coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And away  they rolled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Just rebels without a cause with no place to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And so they  kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick push, coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Lupe Fiasco:"Kick, Push"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Skipper skipped. Literally.&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/21120178-114851556157503313?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114851556157503313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114851556157503313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114851556157503313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114851556157503313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/marvel-civil-war.html' title='Marvel Civil War?!?!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114840419421635143</id><published>2006-05-23T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:04:17.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner scenes are important in Literature...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, banquest was fun, though I only managed to get around 20 signatures on my yearbook. I sat with Jeff, Jen, Joe, Chris, Elan, Tim, Andrew, Alex, and Adam. The food was pretty good(mac and cheese, fried chicken, and brownies being the all-stars), and the company was fun. I forgot my camera at home, so I hope people decide to send me pics. We also hung out at Ruthie's afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun random memories:&lt;br /&gt;-Running from Case&lt;br /&gt;-Not realizing I was sitting on Salina's camera&lt;br /&gt;-Returning Tuua's AP Bio book(mainly Zach's reaction)&lt;br /&gt;-Almost following Joe, Chris and Tim to the presentation table&lt;br /&gt;-Twister at Ruthie's (Davon cheated...thats why I lost...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's like rain on your wedding day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a free ride when you've already paid  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's the good advice that you just didn't take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Who would've thought ...  it figures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Alanis Morisette:"Ironic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at ball I managed to get Chris' yearbook after Kezia signed it. I created a full-page border with broken hearts for it. I think it is prety funny, and it'll remain so until Chris kicks me in the balls, or Kezia takes me off her top 8. Yep, I'm a myspace whore.&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/21120178-114840419421635143?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114840419421635143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114840419421635143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114840419421635143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114840419421635143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/dinner-scenes-are-important-in.html' title='Dinner scenes are important in Literature...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114835443236730309</id><published>2006-05-22T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:20:32.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I just spent the past two days doing random fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Over-dressing at Baccalurate Service&lt;br /&gt;-Making fun of Joey at the reception(Bible=fiction?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;-Hitting up Legends(and not trading at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Playing Risk with Collins and his dad(Both are crazy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Seeing the Da Vinci Code with Nonye and company(Tom Hanks is jesus? lol)&lt;br /&gt;-Playing Monopoly with Elan, Collins, and Corey&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing MI:3 with those guys(and making fun of Tom Cruise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to get ready for Senior Banquet...Good Times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They see me rollin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They hatin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin  dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tryna to catch me ridin dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-Chamillionaire:"Ridin'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So I tell Chris that when copying music to my new hard drive, I rediscovered Incubus, The Red Hot Chilli Peppers, and Creed.&lt;br /&gt;"You can undiscover Creed" was his reply.&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/21120178-114835443236730309?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114835443236730309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114835443236730309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114835443236730309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114835443236730309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/movie-nights.html' title='Movie Nights'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114816559629553777</id><published>2006-05-20T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T18:53:16.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VA is for lovers, MD is for haters &amp; DC is in between</title><content type='html'>Yeah, tried to come up with a witty title, and all I could get was "VA is for lovers, MD is for haters &amp; DC is for the crazy". Then I realized not everyone likes being called crazy. I hope this title sounds more poetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I had a fun trip to DC. After sleeping by Elan, we caught a train down to DC. We had to park in a church parking lot because the MARC's lot was full. When w were walking up, there was a train pulling off, and we ran up to it, but realized it was not our train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In DC we met up with Joe, Chris, Ruthie, Tuua, Shilpa, Dan, and Angela at the Native American Smithsonian. Finding a troll in one of the exhibits was probably the most amusing thing that happened there. Except for me finding out that Honest Tea was actually a real thing, not just some ficticious thing Tuua made up. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was the National Art Gallery. While Tuua looked for the Matisse exhibit, the rest of us admired various works of art, from "Mound of Cheese" to "Girl Reading". Our group split up, as Ruthie and Tuua wanted to check out more art, while Elan , Shilpa, Angela, Chris, Joe, Dan, and I would rather go to the National Aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the Aquarium, we went to the Washington Monument. It was not that far off our way, plus it was one of the sites that defined DC. While I was reluctant to walk on the grass there, Elan justified it by pointing out that little kids were running around on it, so it must be fine. The Monument was really tall, but tickets for the day had been sold out. We resumed our course to the aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the idea to visit the White House, which was really close to the aquarium. As we were reaching the back/front of the White House(Dan and Chris disagree about where we were exactly) a homeland security person shooed us away, saying that the White House was closed to the public today. We saw three black SUVs pull into the White House, so we decided to get back to walking to the aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the aquarium at 3, only to find out that it was closing at 5. Deciding to keep our five bucks a peice, we headed to meet back up with Tuua and Ruthie. On our way back some of us got hot dogs, in fact Elan got a Ninja Turtle pop. We also saw the funcycle, an eight person cycle you could rent and use to tour DC. Too bad we had spent all our money except that for the trip home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we met up with Tuua and Ruthie at the Capitol building. We took a brief tour of the fragrant botanical gardens. While Joe, Ruthie, and I hunted for orchids for Tuua, we realized that the girls had the wrong number for Collins. We all met back up and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fun discussion on the ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Elan and 2E for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Missed the crepe dinner by like 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Had a needed 14 hour sleep afterwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; You have found yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Trapped in this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Incomprehensible maze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Where’s your head at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Where’s your head at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Basement Jaxx:"Where's your head at"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So Tuua, Ruthie, Angela and I are sitting in a quad of seats on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: Memoirs of a Geisha was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Ruthie: Lilly liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: We ignore the things Lilly say.&lt;br /&gt;Me: And Lilly is? Your friend from New York?&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: No my neighbor. You should have met her at the party.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I wasn't invited to the party...&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: ...&lt;br /&gt;Ruthie: Well this is awkward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as Elan was saying how this was the first time heate an ice cream cone without incident, he dropped it.&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/21120178-114816559629553777?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114816559629553777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114816559629553777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114816559629553777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114816559629553777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/va-is-for-lovers-md-is-for-haters-dc.html' title='VA is for lovers, MD is for haters &amp; DC is in between'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114800981322898778</id><published>2006-05-18T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:36:53.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day off of school....YAY?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So today was the first day out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6:30(as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to drive across the county(as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to pointlesss things that proved a waste of my time(as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side I managed to play board games with the crew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"The world I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;The tears I drop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;To be part of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;The wave can't stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Ever wonder if it's all for you "&lt;br /&gt;-Red Hot Chili Peppers:"Can't Stop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;I'm chilling at Elan's, watching his steal my catchprase("in the AM"), when Shilpa IMs him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Shilpa: so our gang is called sugar mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan : wha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan : oh ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Shilpa: i am askin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan : no im called sugarbomb elan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan : the gang could be called that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Shilpa: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Shilpa: we have to get dan to agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan : you know... name it in my honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Shilpa: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114800981322898778?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114800981322898778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114800981322898778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114800981322898778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114800981322898778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-day-off-of-schoolyay.html' title='First day off of school....YAY?!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114796357580568332</id><published>2006-05-18T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T10:46:15.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally reached the internet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The day after ball, we moved to my grandma's. It has taken me sort of long totry and set up the internet there, but its happeniong. In the meanwhile, I am left updating my blog at the library. Sad, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Elan, Joe, and I watched Munich. It was one of those movies where the thin line between cautious and paranoid became extremely blurred. I mean sleeping in you closet because your bed might be bombed is paranoid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got to go do stuff, though not at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ball was amazing. Not as amazing as my tux was, but pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lyric of the Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I could make references to books I never read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For the sake of sounding conscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But, that’s just obnoxious" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Gym Class Heroes:"Nothing Boy VS The Echo Factor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Last night was NSHS inductions. Besides Collins burning himself on a candle, I had several amusing conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Kezia: Payal, you have a myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Payal: Yeah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me(interrupting): This conversation is just so wrong. I mean its only your top 8 that matters right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Kezia: You're not on my top 8...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Oh god, now we're going to have some Top 8 drama on the last day of school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114796357580568332?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114796357580568332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114796357580568332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114796357580568332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114796357580568332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-finally-reached-internet.html' title='I finally reached the internet!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114749292448134457</id><published>2006-05-12T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:07:22.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing and Hard Drives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Arg, I'm going to spend my Friday night packing....&lt;br /&gt;I did get an external hard drive though....&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But no young girl was claiming me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And naming me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And destiny get nervous....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-Something Corporate:"She paint me Blue"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;I see Joe's away.&lt;br /&gt;It says "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;drowning my sorrow in a computer game"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: sorrow? you seemed happy...&lt;br /&gt;Joe: it's poetic&lt;br /&gt;Me: lol, but tis a lie...&lt;br /&gt;Joe: eh, beauty is what it is&lt;br /&gt;Me: damn, thats poetic!&lt;br /&gt;&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/21120178-114749292448134457?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114749292448134457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114749292448134457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114749292448134457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114749292448134457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/packing-and-hard-drives.html' title='Packing and Hard Drives'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114738931116537870</id><published>2006-05-11T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:00:21.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AP Econ done...No more APs!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So yeah, I'm done. Seven tests. Hopefully passing all.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you I'll be up till 1 doing this damn IRP.&lt;br /&gt;Update: I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"To resist is to piss in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Anyone who does will end up smelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Knowing this, why do I defy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Because my inner voice is yelling"&lt;br /&gt;-Incubus:"Out from Under"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Yay Sonia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Did she not show me that P=MC thing(its like PMC, the shirt whe was wearing), I would have sucked at Micro FR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114738931116537870?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114738931116537870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114738931116537870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114738931116537870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114738931116537870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/ap-econ-doneno-more-aps.html' title='AP Econ done...No more APs!!!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114731139177401714</id><published>2006-05-10T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:36:31.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AP Psych done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well that test was both easy and sort of difficult. If I had made flashcards I'm sure I would have done better. Stupid Senioritis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, anyone bored enough to read this be warned. Tomorrow I will look different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep, I know Econ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I never thought I'd walk away from you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I did.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But it's a false sense of accomplishment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Every time I quit  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jimmy Eat World:"Pain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;During the AP test today the fire alarm goes off. As we all file out talking about whether or not our scores will be invalidated, Mr. Dunbar walks up to our group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunbar: So guys, just relax. Your tests will get time extensions.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes! Unsceduled break when I'm in the zone!&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Yeah, if you have a zone...&lt;br /&gt;Elan: I just realizeed something, our tests aren't guarded&lt;br /&gt;Dunbar: We locked the doors, they're fine.&lt;br /&gt;Elan: You sure you don't want me to go check on them.&lt;br /&gt;Dunbar: No, they're fine, really.&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/21120178-114731139177401714?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114731139177401714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114731139177401714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114731139177401714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114731139177401714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/ap-psych-done.html' title='AP Psych done...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114722004438125694</id><published>2006-05-09T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:14:04.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking outside the Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today in IT, we saw that some 10th grader got suspended for doing bad stuff on the network. One comment that I heard and thought was interesting was "I hope he doesn't join the darks side". For those of you who are unaware; this is more than a Star Wars reference, it is an allusion to black hat hackers(aka. smart people who do malicious things). Im not going to claim to have had a catharsis, but this made me a little concious about myself. If I stood out too much, would I be hammered down as in the old Chinese proverb.(A nail that stands out is hammered in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a comic to help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/526/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Matt/miniature-golf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So according to this, a quite excellent source, standing out can get you looked down on, and even make you isolated. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? On the pro side, you are unique. On the con side, we all know how well the world deals with uniqueness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, got to go do stupid IRP/ study for psych.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she liked minigolf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Talk is cheap and lies are expensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;My wallet's fat and so is my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Hit and run and then I'll hit you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I'm a smart ass but I'm playing dumb"&lt;br /&gt;-Green Day:"Walking Contradiction"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Ball approaches. My hair must be dealt with. Before my creation grows out of my control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: my hair needs to be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Nonye: cut it short &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;and spike it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: u serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Nonye: i've already told you this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Nonye: that's the world according to Nneka and she knows gay ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Nonye: and gay ppl know all about this stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt; Me: did you call me gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Nonye: XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: o wait, that means im really straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: i know nothing lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Nonye: duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114722004438125694?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114722004438125694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114722004438125694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114722004438125694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114722004438125694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/thinking-outside-box.html' title='Thinking outside the Box'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114713221664863888</id><published>2006-05-08T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T19:50:16.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AP Physics done...</title><content type='html'>Well the test is done. Doesn't mean it was good. In fact it sort of sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I would have to take Physics in college anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I tried to rewrite Joe's valedictorian speech(didn't work), cram physics(didn't work), and get home in time for my dentist's appointment(didn't happen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I managed to drop Elan to Towson and find my way back to the beltway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashing an SCA event for food isn't worth it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Just stop enough of the limitless critical comments on my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Just stop the judgment and all of your pseudo-involvement in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Step back a moment, and look at the miracle starting in our life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Don't stop the moment, and let the incredible happen knowing that"&lt;br /&gt;-Disturbed:"Just Stop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Today I got an invite to Tuua's party. Like Chris though, I was considered unworthy of a picture. Sorry, had to mess with the kid. He took Bio after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So anyway, I check out my invite, and notice that there is white out on it. I use my mad cheating skills to find out the name that the envelope was originally for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;"Nate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;What was great was when Ben saw it; he started laughing and shouted out "TUUA!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114713221664863888?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114713221664863888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114713221664863888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114713221664863888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114713221664863888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/ap-physics-done.html' title='AP Physics done...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114692983525968495</id><published>2006-05-06T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T17:08:24.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hard Day's Night: Variety Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last night was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We hung out at Collins'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hit up the variety show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Had a Physics study session, that became Magic Night when Elan's little brother decided it s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hould. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I also randomly found this quote that I found interesting. Endurance of the human spirit and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"A man can be destroyed but not defeated" -Ernest Hemingway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Chris, I am sorry the democratic process hates you.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Follow your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Your intuition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;It will lead you in the right direction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Let go of your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Your Intuition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Is easy to find Just follow your heart baby "&lt;br /&gt;-Jewel:"Intuition"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So by now, everyone should have heard about my antics in finding a ball date. I'm going to clarify somethings, mainly because I really am tired of reading James Joyce and looking at Physics equations. Some people say for "pulling a Collins" by asking two friends in the same night, I am an idiot. One must first be aware of several things before they can understand why I would do something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;-We were reading Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;-I am easily amused(Proof: Say the word "four" to me slowly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;-I tend to be methodical(I blame years of learning the scientific method)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;-I tend to miss things(aka. clear "leave me alone" signs/sarcasm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;-Jade can be very convincing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;-I read into Joe's metaphors too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;-I am easily convinced to do things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Oh yeah, I also like punishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114692983525968495?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114692983525968495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114692983525968495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114692983525968495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114692983525968495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/hard-days-night-variety-show.html' title='A Hard Day&apos;s Night: Variety Show'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114679865205234530</id><published>2006-05-04T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:10:52.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>APENG done...</title><content type='html'>Well today we did the APENG test, and it was a Wilde experience. After the test, Chris and I had lunch at journalism, and stayed there till 4th period. Psych was slightly amusing, as Mr. Neikirk was angry; but when he stopped Ruby from going to her AP Studio test, Joyce called him a jerk, and I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History club was fun, as Angela and I did a running commentary during Hidalgo. I pointed out how pimp Vigo was while she pointed out how vulnerable these women must be to fall for such lame lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is purple Ganondorf really "flamboyantly gay"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's just being King of the Gerudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"I bet that you look good on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you're looking for romance or&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're looking for"&lt;br /&gt;-The Arctic Monkeys:"I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Jared and I are talking after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Jared: Got a date yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: No, plans are in the works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Jared: I'll go with you...I mean I have to go with a senior if I want to go right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Yes you would, and no, unless you're paying for your ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Jared: I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Just stop right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Jared: So is Tuua really going with Pat Massey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: I don't know. Don't think so but I mean I am fairly oblivious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Jared: If it's true, it's hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114679865205234530?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114679865205234530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114679865205234530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114679865205234530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114679865205234530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/apeng-done.html' title='APENG done...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114668711095259014</id><published>2006-05-03T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:11:55.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>V=0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today was a fun day. In IT, I passed my practical, but almost got in trouble for mixing up the floppy and zip drives. Physics was a review of all the formulas on the AP test, which I found sort-of helpful. In Statistics we watched NUMB3Rs, which was pretty fun. I actually managed to pull out a 5 on that practice Micro-Economics test. Props to Elan for his setting of the high score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone wondering about the title, it is a Physics reference of Electric Potential being zero. This means that someone left their lights on, and had to get a jump start, because the battery has no charge. Thanks to the amazing Katie your hero is home safe. Who knew you could just chain together jumper cables if you didn't have a long one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Got a big plan, his mindset maybe its right ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;At the right place and right time, maybe tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;In a whisper or handshake sending a sign ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermind "&lt;br /&gt;-She Wants Revenge:"Tear You Apart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So in Physics we are doing work. Kirsten turns away from our table, so that you can only see a side view of her. As her Jacket is a bright yellow, Elan didn't realize she wasn't facing us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;"Kirsten, you look anorexic!", he shouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Kneil replies, "How can you think she (motions to Kirsten) is anorexic?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;"Yeah, she eats for hours", adds JT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114668711095259014?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114668711095259014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114668711095259014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114668711095259014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114668711095259014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/v0.html' title='V=0'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114661171009886050</id><published>2006-05-02T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:15:10.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AP Stats done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, that wasn't as bad as I expected. I don't think I got a five, but a four is good enough for UMD. Hopefully I managed to pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, people sure one variable for too many things. S is slope, supply, standard deviation, speed, serine, sulfur, second, and saturn. Please make it stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"My head is a box full of nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;and that's the way I like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;My garden's a secret compartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;and that's the way I like itand that's the way I like it"&lt;br /&gt;-Ben Lee:"Catch My Disease"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;After the AP test we went to Chris'. As soon as we walk in, he shouts "No one on my computer!" and rushes into the computer room. Joe and I start up the Gamecube, and as the startup music begins Chris shouts "Don't start without me!", and runs back into his room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;My response, "Gamecube more important than myspace?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114661171009886050?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114661171009886050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114661171009886050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114661171009886050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114661171009886050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/05/ap-stats-done.html' title='AP Stats done...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114641965701345381</id><published>2006-04-30T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:55:38.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jr. Prom and after-party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dancing is tiring, but fun. So is talking with random people, like the underclassmen officers, and the juniors. Overall a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After party:&lt;br /&gt;-losing to Junead in pool (on my first hit)&lt;br /&gt;-playing basketball with Shilpa(who is a hack) and Lamar&lt;br /&gt;-beating Davon in Super Smash Brothers&lt;br /&gt;-singing lullabies with Ruthie&lt;br /&gt;-playing chess with Jules&lt;br /&gt;-making fun of a tired Sonia&lt;br /&gt;-criticizing Katie's bangs&lt;br /&gt;-Julia tucking me in&lt;br /&gt;-Chris tricking me into thinking someone went to the ER&lt;br /&gt;-listening to Kirsten so i didn't get kicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"I am the son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And the heir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar"&lt;br /&gt;-The Smiths:"How Soon Is Now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;It's  about 4 o clock in the morning, and everything is toning down at the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Frank: Let's go play some basketball...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(I get up and take off my blanket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Alright, teams or fifty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Frank: I was joking, sit back down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114641965701345381?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114641965701345381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114641965701345381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114641965701345381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114641965701345381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/jr-prom-and-after-party.html' title='Jr. Prom and after-party'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114625827341181223</id><published>2006-04-28T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:13:12.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication between the sexes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today in psych we had an interesting class. We talked about gender roles, and stereotypes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last class, the girls pretended to be guys. Complete with the "hand-in-jeans lean", it was entertaining to watch the girls as they talked about how their "girlfriends" are always bothering them to talk, and how they have to try to ignore her while watching the game. Example of this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/517/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/whatyoulove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the guys had their chance to complain about their "boyfriend". We got to comment on how he's always leaving us for his friends, how he is always checking out other girls, and how lucky he is to be with a girl like us. The biggest contraverset arose when Josh said that girls purposefully mix messages, to the point where "No, leave me alone" means "Hug me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently "No, im busy" doesn't mean "try harder" though. Except when it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" So listen up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Look at me straight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Just hear me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Don't make me wait!"&lt;br /&gt;-Frou Frou:"Hear me out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So, I'm walking from Psychology to the bathroom. I have to pass Mr. Bruns' APUSH class. I pass the first door way, and as I walk, I hear Jared yell "Hey Dinesh!!!!". As I walk by the second room door, i wave to the juniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Walking back to the psych room, I cover my face with the clipboard as i walk past the first door in order to be covert. As I walk by the second, I hear Jared burst out laughing. I was later told he was like that for five minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;The Juniors are crazy, I can't miss my last night to hang with those kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114625827341181223?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114625827341181223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114625827341181223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114625827341181223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114625827341181223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/communication-between-sexes.html' title='Communication between the sexes'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114619680061244083</id><published>2006-04-27T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:47:25.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings....</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am, nearly graduation, and I still haven't accomplished all that I planned. Reguardless of my talks of zany antics, not every spectacular thing has happened in high school. Can I honestly say I tried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did. Enough to satisfy myself at the time. But was it enough? Could I have tried harder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does it matter that I didn't try hard enough? I mean even without any change, I still feel satisfied. But its only fleeting. It isn't the satisfation that comes with progress, but that comes from accepting defeat. Have I been defeated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can always try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey there lookin' at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Tell me what do you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;But you quickly turn your head away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Try to find the words I could use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Don't have the courage to come up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;My chance is looking a bit grey"&lt;br /&gt;-Green Day:"At The Library"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;In 9th grade I told Elan I feared superhumans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Weird and Unique , huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Now I know what I fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Losing my individuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Fittting the Status Quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114619680061244083?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114619680061244083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114619680061244083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114619680061244083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114619680061244083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings....'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114601787304733558</id><published>2006-04-25T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T17:12:08.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>APs have arrived...</title><content type='html'>Today was the first real indicator that the APs were seriously close, we had an AP Psych study session. We had pizza, sodas and brownies. Overall lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;I got a set of magnetic marbles from the physics fair. As I'm writing this, I decide to play with them. One falls from me and starts to roll to my computer tower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Whose the IT kid playing with magnets by his computer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt; am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114601787304733558?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114601787304733558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114601787304733558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114601787304733558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114601787304733558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/aps-have-arrived.html' title='APs have arrived...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114593762990396296</id><published>2006-04-24T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T00:00:29.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NHS Induction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well today was fun, I spent the end of third period and all of fourth helping the NHS prepare for the induction tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a ghetto-draft at Collins', which was a good way to burn three hours waiting for 7. I went 4-2, the best record there, with a little WBR concoction based on fliers and necromancer's magemark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Induction was maily watching officers(Kezia, Akash, Joe, Nonye, and James) get up and read pre-fabricated speeches. The reception afterwards was fun, we talked a bunch about colleges, and I managed to fool people with my Hopkins T-shirt from Physics Fair. Cheap jokes and laughs were a fair amount of fun. Funniest thing of the night was when Joe asked Katelyn how she got so tall, then she pointed out she was wearing heels that gave her like 2 inches lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;She should have stood out in a crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;She should have made her mother proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;She should have fallen on her stance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;She should have had another chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;She should have-been a son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;She should have-been a son"&lt;br /&gt;-Nirvana:"Been a Son"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Dan hears we are all stressed about English HW sunday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Dan: wait what do you guys have to do for english?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: journal entries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Dan: just so i get it out of my system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Dan: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: ouch lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt; Dan: ok i'm good now lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114593762990396296?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114593762990396296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114593762990396296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114593762990396296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114593762990396296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/nhs-induction.html' title='NHS Induction'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114581907759380979</id><published>2006-04-23T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T15:04:37.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UMCP, definitely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I'm doing Gemstone at UMCP.&lt;br /&gt;YAY Banneker Key!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"You've got to stop and draw a line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And everyone here has to choose a side tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;The moment of truth is haunting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Don't forget your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Regardless of what you choose to do"&lt;br /&gt;-Streetlight Manifesto:"A Better Place, A Better Time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Random Story of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Journals are due tomorrow, so I'm trying to find them all.&lt;br /&gt;Me: what does the satire definition look like?&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: satire definition....&lt;br /&gt;Me: JE2?&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: its a chart&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: that says "toward a definition of satire"&lt;br /&gt;Me: color?&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: white&lt;br /&gt;Me: ouch..thats half my binder&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: mm&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: you'll find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Well...I'm off to try and find it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114581907759380979?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114581907759380979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114581907759380979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114581907759380979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114581907759380979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/umcp-definitely.html' title='UMCP, definitely.'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114565730287406842</id><published>2006-04-21T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:47:08.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Q+A!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today I got one weird "questionnaire". Usually, this would go as a Random Story, but I felt the content of this letter was so important, I had to address it in the main part of my blog(the greatest thing ever!)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the Questionaire(text in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;italics&lt;/span&gt;) and my answers(in &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To Dinesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If you were a clone would you rather be an Alpha or Beta clone. Or none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(If you chose none then you have remain pure with the 501st)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Write your class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I would be neither. But there were clones in the 501st when it first started. In fact the only ones who served Lord Vader were clones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Have you ever been or currently on a quest with a 7 ft armored knight comrad looking for a particular stone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, but in my quest my 7 ft armored knight wasn't my little brother whose soul I had bounded into a suit of armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If you appreciate marbles with orange stars on them scream for joy. Then e-mail me later. Yes/No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, but only before Cell went after them. Saiyan Saga was the best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;When you challenge me to a duel, how do you know when you are ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I hear a voice say "Its time to DU-DU-DU-DUEL!!".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If you were faster than I, could you prove it? How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would get Phil to help me rush D2. Thats the fastest I can get.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It would be nice to know who the author of this was....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I watch the lights go out in your house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Wondering how I could get so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And you could still get to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;In vain I blame my trembling on the cold air"&lt;br /&gt;-Something Corporate:"She Paints Me Blue"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So Saturday was the Hopkins Physics Fair. Elan, Joe, and I need a fourth for our physics bowl team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Call Mwuara again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: I called, no answer. There is Jake from summer at Hopkins, he could be our third.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Fine, lets go introduce ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: Sure, but I have to go to the bathroom.(dashes off down stairs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Joe, lets go up to this "Jake".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Joe: That seems a bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Come on, there's no problem with two random guys walking up to you and knowing your name. Oh, wait...there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114565730287406842?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114565730287406842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114565730287406842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114565730287406842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114565730287406842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/qa.html' title='Q+A!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114557088156778672</id><published>2006-04-20T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:54:35.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsistency: Normally, I don't do commentary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today in Psychology we learned that teenagers appear inconsistent and hypocritical because we have not yet settled our identities. I have no problem with this, but it made me aware of the hypocracy that is all around me. And it is fairly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics for one thing. Republicans want restricting social laws (i.e. no gay marriage, capital punishment, etc.), yet fail to see the necessity of business laws that restrict big business, saying that it is not the government's place to control business. So they can tell people what to do, but not large companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One could always feel annoyed by the fact that they go to read a blog that is usually a boring recap of the day, and a less than entertaining story, and end up finding something that actually means something. My bad dawg, my bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry cut short for Econ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I'd turn it back, it's my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Your destiny is forlorn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Have to live till it's undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I'd turn it back and then at last I'll be on my way."&lt;br /&gt;-Within Temptation:"Jillian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So yesterday Tuua IMs me.&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: Elan called me belligrant&lt;br /&gt;Me: belligerant?&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: whatever&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: yes&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: i cant spell&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok&lt;br /&gt;Me: well, i think i am more than you, and he's never called me that&lt;br /&gt;Me: checked, spelled belligerent in case you care&lt;br /&gt;Tuua: lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114557088156778672?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114557088156778672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114557088156778672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114557088156778672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114557088156778672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/inconsistency-normally-i-dont-do.html' title='Inconsistency: Normally, I don&apos;t do commentary...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114549577930749338</id><published>2006-04-19T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:16:19.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School....blarg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well today was a schoolday, unlike my past week. And now its getting close to go-time: Prom, APs, Picking a College, Ball, Finals, Senior Week, and Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Physics I realized something horrible. I was unprepared for the AP Physics test, and its in a mere two weeks. With that in mind ill make the rest of this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econ was even more despiriting, but when I realized that i missed 4 days in the class right before the test I was surprised I passed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe owes me a favor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reminding myself that Joe owes me one for helping at the NHS Hopkins Basket. Even though I had fun, I still have to call in this favor before we graduate. Ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Two weeks away it feels like the world should've changed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;But I'm home now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And things still look the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I think I'll leave it to tomorrow till unpack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Try to forget for one more night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;That I'm back in my flat on the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Where the cars never stop going through the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;To real life where I can't watch sunset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I don't have time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I don't have time "&lt;br /&gt;-Dido:" Sand in My Shoes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Today as we are driving out of the parking lot, we see Katie in her car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: I should have gotten my car painted a new color instead of just replacing the red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: Yeah, that would have been cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: I could have done like some crazy color like teal, orange, or purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: A purple car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Don't tell me you don't remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: Katie's car is purple isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Good Job...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: We just saw her car didn't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: I see your short term memory is improving...and in time for AP tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114549577930749338?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114549577930749338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114549577930749338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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have:&lt;br /&gt;-gotten to the end of Castlevania&lt;br /&gt;-watched 5 movies in a row&lt;br /&gt;-visited FIT and liked it&lt;br /&gt;-swam in a heated pool&lt;br /&gt;-walked along Daytona Beach&lt;br /&gt;-placed 5th at FNM&lt;br /&gt;-seen Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;-spent a full day store-hopping&lt;br /&gt;-caught the flu after not drying my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"You know, oh it's a funny thing you know&lt;br /&gt;We'll tell 'em if you like&lt;br /&gt;We'll tell 'em all tonight&lt;br /&gt;They'll never listen&lt;br /&gt;Cause their minds are made up&lt;br /&gt;And course it's all okay to carry on that way "&lt;br /&gt;-Artic Monkeys: "A Certain Romance" &lt;/span&gt;&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/21120178-114528021007577006?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114481383631468776</id><published>2006-04-11T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T23:50:36.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break '06:Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to the pool, swam for three hours. Arms tired, So I'm done for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Ana Ng and I are getting old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Listen Ana hear my words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you"&lt;br /&gt;-They Might Be Giants:"Ana Ng" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114481383631468776?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114481383631468776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114481383631468776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114481383631468776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114481383631468776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-break-06day-1.html' title='Spring Break &apos;06:Day 1'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114462999321478360</id><published>2006-04-09T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:46:33.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Show it off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So yeah, we're showing the house to people who want to buy it. This means all of my stuff has to be the cleanest it ever was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Kiran showed me how he put the sound system and lights in his brother's car today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"And if you carry on this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Things are better if I stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;So long and goodnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;So long and goodnight "&lt;br /&gt;-My Chemical Romance:"Helena"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;A friend IMs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Friend: Hi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Friend: i am in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: thats nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Friend: r u in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: nope, just resentful and tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114462999321478360?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114462999321478360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114462999321478360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114462999321478360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114462999321478360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/show-it-off.html' title='Show it off!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114451309225050142</id><published>2006-04-08T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T12:18:16.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Night at Camden Yard: Os v. Red Socks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was student night at Camden Yards, meaning tics were $5 a peice. After dropping Joe to work, Collins and I chilled at his house waiting for Katie to pick us up. Chris gets a call, asking how to get to his house, but he is terrible at it, so I end up giving Katie directions. We wait for half an hour, watching Phil play Battlefield 2. Eventually, Chris' dad tells us to come look at something, this purple car had been circling the entire neighborhood. Who else drives a purple Escort?(Escort...You fill in the punch line...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pile in the back with Kneil, leaving Frank to ride shotgun. I check my pockets and realize that I have my cell, Sci-Fair pen, Pohlner pen, keys, calculator, and and old pass to an NHS meeting. One necessary item not covered above was my wallet, which I had left in my car. While I was freaking out about forgetting my wallet, Chris told me to calm down...I could just pay him back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie parked in the city for free, but Julia actually paid $10 to park. The game started terribly, the Orioles pitcher giving the other team 7 runs in the first two innings....Eventually, the score ended up being 8-14. Julia dropped me and Chris off at his house, and I spent the night there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go pack for FL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"City streets at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Can be so intimidating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I'm not the toughest guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I gotta keep my eyes open"&lt;br /&gt;-Weezer:"Freak Me Out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;At Chris' house, we are both tired and slightly out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Chris: Dinesh you want something to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Chris: I'm going to heat us up hot pockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Alright, I'm just going to play Battlefront till you are done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(Chris comes back a seond later with a fork and a hot pocket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me(thinking): He totally forgot to get me a Hot Pocket, but he's too tired, I wont bother him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(Chris leaves the Hot Pocket by his spot on the carpet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me(thinking): Now he leaves his here to torture me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(Chris starts playing on his computer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me(thinking): Did he forget about his Hot Pocket, I should remind him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Chris you left your Hot Pocket here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Chris: Dude, that one is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114451309225050142?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114451309225050142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114451309225050142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114451309225050142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114451309225050142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/student-night-at-camden-yard-os-v-red.html' title='Student Night at Camden Yard: Os v. Red Socks'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114436903660486910</id><published>2006-04-06T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:17:16.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Private parties and College Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today lunch was hilarious. I mean anyday Davon ends up running into the hall way screaming, "Stupid Straight people ruin America!", has to be pretty funny. Chris came in late to journalism lunch and gave me half a cookie, saying he was at the party in Ginthner's. Not satisfied with one cookie, much less half, I decided to tail Chris to this "party". When I reach there I am shooed out of the room...Guess it was for the kids in Ginther's class and their boyfriends only...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's Academic was decent, we got low 1400s. We learned that instead of saying definitely with my first answer, I should say "RIGHT?!" instead. Hopefully this raises our score. Akash says it will...definitely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I got home, mom decided that I should cook dinner in preperation for college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yay for mashed potato and slightly burnt baked chicken! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Stand my ground, I won't give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;No more denying, I got to face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;If I don't make it, someone else will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Stand my ground "&lt;br /&gt;-Within Temptation:"Stand My Ground"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Jade IMs me bout the test tomorrow in Econ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Jade: Did we ever take notes on monopolistic competition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Apparently you did on Monday, when I wasn't there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Jade: monday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: yeah it was monday or at least elan told me monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Jade: Shit.. thats like a longtime ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Its like three days ago....&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/21120178-114436903660486910?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114436903660486910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114436903660486910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114436903660486910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114436903660486910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/private-parties-and-college-cooking.html' title='Private parties and College Cooking'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114427727585141230</id><published>2006-04-05T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:49:14.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural Experience: Radio Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today was Senior Skip Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning of course, that I went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not so much school, as to a school sponsored field trip to Center Stage. The play was interesting, a foray into the Black Community of the 1990's. It was interesting to see the conflict between preserving the past and paving the way to the future. Also, the tension between those achieving through sacrificing their individuality, and those who refuse to sacrifice themselves was quite moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe was on my left sleeping for the first half, and Chris was on my right dancing to the music in between scenes. On the bus, Jared had a gigantic bag of snacks, and after I had a couple(or more) handfuls of snacks, I realized that the snacks had fulfilled 60% of my daily sugar intake. As long as I don't get diabetes I'm fine though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Ask me anything you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I'll reveal everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I will treasure the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;You could know anything"&lt;br /&gt;-Sondre Lerche:"Sleep on Needles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;I'm standing next with Akash, Joe, Chris, Jared, and Milton waiting for the bus to come. I see Joe nod his head to someone behind me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;"Joe, you slick bastard...", I think to myself, "Who are you nodding at, and do I know her?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;I decide to be covert in turning around, not wanting to make Joe realize that I saw him nodding to some girl at the play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;When I turn around, standing behind me is Julius. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Well, there went all delusions of Joe's prowess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114427727585141230?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114427727585141230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114427727585141230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114427727585141230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114427727585141230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/cultural-experience-radio-golf.html' title='Cultural Experience: Radio Golf'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114418925392151745</id><published>2006-04-04T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:20:59.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trigger-happy Chris...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today in Physics was interesting. After hearing how I got sick yesterday from eating two Dove ice cream bars (I'm allergic to milk, not lactose intolerant), the class decided that this was the most amusing thing of the day. So James writes "Dinesh will die for a Dove Bar" on the board with a picture of a Dove Bar on the board. Ensuring that the message is spread across the language barrier, he then wrote it in Spanish, putting next to it a Dove Bar with a little sombrero. Its great to see that 4 years of Spanish has paid off.  :O&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;English was as fun as ever, and it is interesting to note that Chris is still trying to get on the trailer as his ride to ball. IAC was exiting, even though we only got 1398. Thanks to Kezia for telling me it would be a good idea to link my blog to my myspace. Hopefully more people will comment now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After IAC, Elan, Chris and I head to his house where he shows us Phil's new comp, a Dell XPS. Chris shows us the system specs, but instead of going to Control Panel, he opens up BattleFeild II. The game runs extremely smoothly, but Chris constantly gets killed when he is reloading. Thats what happens when you are trigger-happy, and shoot everything, including allied tanks adn empty boats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"House of jealous lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;One hand ties the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;House of jealous lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;The jealous lover's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;SHAKEDOWN!"&lt;br /&gt;-The Rapture: "House of Jealous Lovers" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Today in Health, we started Sex Ed. in an interesting way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Hannon(To the class): Do you think you are sexually healthy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(Chooses Britney)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Britney: Yes, I dont have any STDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(Chooses me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Yes, I'm comfortable with my gender role.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(Chooses Elan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: No, I don't get half as much as I should get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(Class errupts in laughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114418925392151745?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114418925392151745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114418925392151745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114418925392151745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114418925392151745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/trigger-happy-chris.html' title='Trigger-happy Chris...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114411055711948579</id><published>2006-04-03T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:29:22.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergies</title><content type='html'>Being allergic to milk means that you get sick when you eat too much ice cream. Damn you Hagen Das and your chocolatey goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I definitely missed school, making it the third B-day in a row I've missed. With a feild trip on Wednesday, things are looking bad for the Econ and Stats AP tests. O well, that why i got the Princeton Review books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to read Wuthering Heights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" In you and I there's a new land,&lt;br /&gt;Angels in flight&lt;br /&gt;My sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Where fears and lies melt away "&lt;br /&gt;-Utada Hikaru: "Sanctuary"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;(Kingdom Hearts II song!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;When Elan came over last week, he downloaded the Kingdom Hearts 2 Opening and Trailer to my computer. I ended up liking the theme song so much that I actually spent 30 mins on Wikipedia reading about Utada. I then discovered that she did two covers of her song, and english version(Sanctuary) and a Japanese version(Passion), both of which I added to my playlist. Curse you Elan for making me add more catch J-pop to my playlist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114411055711948579?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114411055711948579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114411055711948579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114411055711948579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114411055711948579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/allergies.html' title='Allergies'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114401778612206529</id><published>2006-04-02T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T18:43:06.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Songs!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I added two new songs to my myspace player. Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bigdandtherevolution"&gt;www.myspace.com/bigdandtherevolution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" I'm goin' so fast that I can't slow down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;It's hard to get up when you're spinnin' round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I'd tell you the news but nothin's changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I'd sing you a song but they blew it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;All wrapped up in this stupid ass game"&lt;br /&gt;-Kings of Leon: "California Waiting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;A pair of slightly amusing comments-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;I'm very sorry that rotten Dinesh and the fake german spread such misconceptions across the school. I hope you can accept my humblest apology, and visit the KTSNTTV (Kids That Sit Next To The TV) sometime soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Christopher Collins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Oh Collins, of course i can accept your apology. Its not your fault your best friends are gossip queens. i will make a visit to the KTSNTTV soon since the shit is starting to hit the fan at the TNTTAF (table next to the american flag). Oh and tell your "deutsch" buddy to watch his back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Your Friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Katie Ryan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Let it be known for the record that while I do not deny being a "gossip queen", I deny spreading rumors about Chris. And as for the Elan being called a "fake german" I feel that it is entirely untrue. Anyone who has seen the kid turn bright pink when he is slapped in the face can cleary support this fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114401778612206529?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114401778612206529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114401778612206529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114401778612206529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114401778612206529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-songs.html' title='New Songs!!!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114394420851952633</id><published>2006-04-01T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:16:48.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys and Dolls and Directions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday was just crazy overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I visit every teacher that has written me rec letters to get the letters my NG scholarshipp needed. Turns out only two were able to print out copies of their letters, and I am barely able to get it to MS. McGhin. Of course this means I have to run through the hall way carrying all of my textbooks in my arms, trying not to drop "the pile". ("The pile" is actually quite infamous, having eaten an IRP and three Journals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get outside there is a crowd of people hanging around by my car. "Oh shit, another dead bird", I think to myself as I walk up to my car. After telling Chris to get his ass off my car, we start loading up our stuff for the trip to Collins'. After all of us (Elan, Chris, Joe, Ruthie, Angela, Tuua, Katie and I ) do a "We are family" cheer, we head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Collins' he tells us his N64 works now. That means Pokemon Stadium! I mean besides dance-offs and manly challenges, the arena is the best way to settle disputes peacefully. Chris gives Joe his "unbeatable team" and the kid manages to lose in several attempts. After ridiculing Joe not being "the very best like no one ever was", we drop him to work and Elan and I head out to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to Elan's house, have toasted ham and cheese sandwiches, watch some Reboot, and get directions. We use Mapquest, but I copy the directions to Word and remove the pictures in order to not waste ink. We head out, and our journey begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We follow directions until we got to the I-95. I ask Elan what exit we have to take. "The directions end here", he says. We figure out that I forgot to copy the whole directions so he calls up Josie. After making sure that she got two tickets, he writes down the information, and tells me, "Take the 32". His phone beeps and he realizes he missed a call. He calls back Tuua, and starts asking why she called. I see the 32 ahead, but realize that he never told me East or West. As he is talking to Tuua, I ask him which way to go, and he ignores me, engrossed in his conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hang the goddam phone up and give me directions!", I yell out. He complies, and in fifteen minutes we are at the school. Josie is there waiting, and gives us the tickets. We see the show, which is quite impressive, especially since they have a real "pit" and adjustable ceiling for acoustic control. At intermission, I check out the drama shirts while Elan goes to the bathroom. The show concludes, and after Josie sees us off, we head to Elans' house. I reach my own house at 11:30, and see twoletters on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is a real letter for getting into Hopkins. The other however is the Bannaker Key Award from College Park. Talk about mixed messages in my brain. College for free is a really good thing when you got a little brother, but Hopkins does have nice facilities and is in Baltimore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" Eleanor rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Lives in a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Who is it for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;All the lonely people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Where do they all come from ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;All the lonely people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Where do they all belong ? "&lt;br /&gt;-The Beatles: Eleanor Rigby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Here are some quotes from those Drama T-shirts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;-"Actors do it on stage"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;-"Dancers do it in all positions"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;-"Techies do it in the dark"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;-"Hold me, I'm a Fermata"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;-"Music is life, everything else is drama"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;-"Techie(n.) -person blamed when actors screw up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114394420851952633?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114394420851952633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114394420851952633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114394420851952633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114394420851952633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/04/guys-and-dolls-and-directions.html' title='Guys and Dolls and Directions'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114374588094942206</id><published>2006-03-30T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:11:20.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopin' for Hopkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... good news and bad news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Econ challenge, Keynesian Knights only placed 3rd... and the Laissez-faire Legionaires got 5th... no trophies for Parkville...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, Joe and I got into Hopkins!!!!! Know wat that means? PARTY AT ELAN'S ROOM!!!!! EVERY NIGHT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Imma wait for this happiness to die down... and start working on my late physics work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YE-AHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" I see you in line, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;dragging your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;you have my sympathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;The day you were born, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;you were born free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;That is your privilege."&lt;br /&gt;-Incubus: "Privilege"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today at the Econ challenge, a group of about three girls walked up to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;One girl: "Hey Dinesh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: "Heeey..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;One girl: "It's Maria."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: "Ohhhh yeaaaaah.... and I know you from...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Maria: "We went to middle school together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: "(pointing at each of the girls in turn) Hey! I know you guys! Maria! Brooke! Nirvana!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Brooke: "Yeah, way to remember us from Sudbrook..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114374588094942206?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114374588094942206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114374588094942206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114374588094942206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114374588094942206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/hopin-for-hopkins.html' title='Hopin&apos; for Hopkins'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114367696893732415</id><published>2006-03-29T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:02:49.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Challenge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well today I missed the math challenge. Damn dentist appointments. I propably would have been killed had I gone. These past days I've been trying to prep for the Econ Challenge and have ended up distracted. Hopefully today is my lucky day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" When it comes, it comes announced&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like a matador is taunting me with his reddest redcloth&lt;br /&gt;And I am the bull&lt;br /&gt;Yes I feel emphatic about not being static&lt;br /&gt;And not eating the bullshit that's being fed to me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz now I'm full"&lt;br /&gt;-Incubus: When It Comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Jeff, Elan and I are standing in line for lunch, and I realize that Jade is in front of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Hey, did we have Psych homework?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Jade: I think we had a reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Yeah, I should pay attention in that class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(Katie walks up, gives Elan some money, and walks away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: Thats right! Gimme my money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: I really don't want to know what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114367696893732415?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114367696893732415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114367696893732415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114367696893732415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114367696893732415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/math-challenge.html' title='Math Challenge...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114358428850315087</id><published>2006-03-28T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:18:08.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well today was another wonderful day in the life of Dinesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In IT, Jeff and I built our dream laptops. It was interesting seeing how much a person could put on a Dell, I got one that went up to $8,400. Even our "realistic" designs still cost a hefty amount, but what can you say; We can always dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was interesting as always, and preperation has commenced for the Maxwell's equations party. (We might even try to teach them to the Bio-kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test in Stats was a pain, partially because half the stuff we didnt do in class, and the other half I still had questions about. Senior Superlatives are fun, even if I do end up being "Biggest Jerk". At least we all know who cutest couple is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At IAC we did pretty decently, getting 1480 after digging ourselves into a hole early. Chris actually questioned the way i used definately too much. Next time we get ten points I'll just have to point it out to him how it actually helps our team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" Have some composure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And where is your posture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Oh, no, no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;You're pulling the trigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Pulling the trigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;All wrong"&lt;br /&gt;-Panic! at the Disco: Time to Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;I'll cop out with some funny things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Life is not a garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So stop being a ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Nate says that we are the worst robotics team ever for not having pics of the robot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Caffine apparently has no effect on Dan anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114358428850315087?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114358428850315087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114358428850315087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114358428850315087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114358428850315087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-to-dance.html' title='Time to Dance'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114350207471774589</id><published>2006-03-27T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:27:54.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Macro, Micro, and Current Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today in English we got new seats, which sort of sucked. Not that I mind sitting by Katie and Brittany, but sitting next to Elan Jeff and Chris was just plain entertainment. Of course when you are the reason for the switch, you really can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Econ challenge is Thursday, so Joe told us to review lest we get our tails handed to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" I’m gonna flip out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Like a ninja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;‘cos that’s what ninjas do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Come join me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And flip out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And you’ll be a ninja too"&lt;br /&gt;-7 Seconds of Love: Ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So yesterday at Science Fair one of the Polytech kids comes up to her friend next to our booth. She has a basket with a tambourine and a wood block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Chris: So whats that stuff for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Poly Person: My project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: You played music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Poly Person: Let me show you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;This is a tambourine (shake-shake-shake*). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;This is a wood block (clank-clank*). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Take the (hum-hum-hum) out of the basket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(Chris reaches in and takes out the wood block)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Take out the tambourine, it had 3 beats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Poly Person: It also had a different melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Chris: Well it was really confusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Poly Person: Well the kids with multiple disabilities that I worked with were able to do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114350207471774589?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114350207471774589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114350207471774589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114350207471774589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114350207471774589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/macro-micro-and-current-events.html' title='Macro, Micro, and Current Events'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114343393464354864</id><published>2006-03-26T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:32:14.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teamwork is awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, Collins and I got Honorable Mention in the City Science Fair. We also got the Teamwork Award from the American Institute of Quality. In fact, everyone from Parkville managed to get an independent group's award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grand Winner was from Baltimore Polytechnic Institute, who had thirty or so people in the fair, as it was a requirement to pass AP Biology. She actually hung out with Chris and I for a while as her friend's board was next to ours. She actually spent the past three years working on her project after school at Hopkins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" This morning, I woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Feeling brand new and I jumped up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Feeling my high's, and my low's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;In my soul, and my goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Just to stop smoking, and stop drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And I've been thinking - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I've got my reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Just to get (by), just to get (by)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;ust to get (by), just to get (by)"&lt;br /&gt;-Talib Kweli:  Get By&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when we were driving to Towson, we had to take the Charles Street exit on the beltway to the Science Fair.  Chris and I see a sign that says N. Charles Street to the left and S. Charles Street and "Colleges" to the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: YAY! We get to go to Colleges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114343393464354864?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114343393464354864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114343393464354864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114343393464354864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114343393464354864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/teamwork-is-awesome.html' title='Teamwork is awesome!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114334848863164989</id><published>2006-03-25T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:05:48.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So long and thanks for all the fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today was one of those days where you have one of those high energy, intense events for a majority of the day, and then a relaxing entertaining experience to balance it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The exiting event was the City Science fair, where Chris and I made our presentation on pH and pigments. It was sometimes boring sitting there waiting for judges, but Chris and I could always go back to reading "Pride and Prejudice" which is due sometime soon. We were both nervous, but we managed to deliver good presentations and engage our audiences, or at least I think we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After this stressing ordeal for me, I went to see "The Wizard of Oz" at my school. Tim's performance was really entertaining, as was the entire production. Compared to the things that the Knight Players are able to pull off, this was quite impressive. The music playing gave the crew enough time to set up the scenery, so there were no realy long scene transitions adn the play ran smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The reason for the title I chose was because I felt today exaclty the way I felt after we went to see "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" right after the APUSH exam. Crazyfun times!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Take a shower, shine your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;you got no time to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;you are young men you must be living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;go now you are forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Dispatch: The General&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;At the Science Fair, Chris and I were bored, especially because no judges came by us for a long while. We tried playing paper football with a piece of foil, watching Chapelle's show with no sound, using trickery to lure judges towards us, and playing some random game Elan taught us. We still remained bored for the last 1.5 hrs there.&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/21120178-114334848863164989?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114334848863164989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114334848863164989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114334848863164989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114334848863164989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-long-and-thanks-for-all-fish.html' title='So long and thanks for all the fish'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114316161519251531</id><published>2006-03-23T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:58:54.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the Sugarbomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Elan showed me this great software today. Just wait for the results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"But Not everybody knows that everybody goes to a better place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;and Not everybody knows that everybody could be living their last days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;But the hard times will come and we'll keep movin' on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;We're moving up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Keep movin' on "&lt;br /&gt;-Good Charlotte: Movin' On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Physics today was interesting, we actually tried to prove the effect of magnetic forces on currents. Andrew worked hard to set up the lab, but when I bumped into the table the entire thing stopped working. I made sure the power was unplugged(I fear pain), and tried to reconnect everything in what became a pile of gator clips and batteries. As the bells rang, we were getting our last point of data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;I walked to English balancing my books, which I had grabbed quickly and which were slipping from my hands. When I walk in, I hear Shilpa giggle behind me. I turn around and Chris just nods his head as if I am shamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: What's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Chris: Your back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(I reach around and pull off six gator clips that were on my back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Wow, someone got me bad. In Physics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Chris: I don't care. Just go outside and do your entrance again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114316161519251531?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114316161519251531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114316161519251531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114316161519251531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114316161519251531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-and-sugarbomb.html' title='Me and the Sugarbomb'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114306560645636516</id><published>2006-03-22T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:25:14.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish Honor Society...almost forgot bout that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right at the end of Econ I get a call from Joe. He wants me to take him home. No problem, so I wait for him to turn in his journals(Unlike me Joe is not a Sun God). Then Tim and Cara come up to us and tell us we should help them tutor Spanish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I contemplate why in god's name we would help them tutor, I remember Spanish Honor Society requires a certain amount of hours to get your honor cord. I had planned to get my points at the "Data Entry Party", but after talking to Joe I realized that I had never remembered to go to the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, time to make up some hours! I go into the Spanish class and Ms. Duggan is there with ten students. I panicked a little because I had expected to be mindlessly grading papers, not actually having to remember Spanish. Fortune shined on me, and I ended up grading papers while the others had to talk to the kids, in Spanish. I still have to make up two hours tomorrow though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" We got 5 minutes for us to disconnect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;from all intellect and let the rhythm effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;To lose you inhibition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Follow your intuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Free your inner soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;and break away from tradition."&lt;br /&gt;-Black Eyed Peas: Lets get it Started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Elan was hanging out with us when we went to help tutor Spanish. He decided to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Sra. Duggan: Hola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Everyone(mumbling): Hola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Sra. Duggan(looking at Elan): I have never had you in my class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: Elan. Yeah, I take German with Herr Knight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Sra. Duggan: Oh, its nice of you to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: Yeah, I'm just a really nice guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Or you are just waiting for your ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Sra. Duggan: Well either way its nice having extra help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: Can I get Spanish Honor Society hours for this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Tim: If so, can he give them to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: I think the person taking him home should get them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114306560645636516?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114306560645636516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114306560645636516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114306560645636516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114306560645636516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/spanish-honor-societyalmost-forgot.html' title='Spanish Honor Society...almost forgot bout that'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114299741138963618</id><published>2006-03-21T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:16:51.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Journals, Drills and IRP, I am a sun god!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today I handed in all of the above assignements, as well as the reading check for Pride and Prejudice. I'm quite proud that I was able to do all of these in 24 hrs, but the fact remains that I did procrastinate this long to get them done. Well, all is well that ends well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After school we had an IAC meeting, which was fun even though the bio-kids(Chris and Nonye), the math-kids(Tim and Joe), and the physics-kid(Elan) were not there. Kezia, James and I were able to make sure that the team did not fall below 1400, meaning I had to do every math problem by myself. After relying on Joe and Tim for so long, I eventually was able to get back up to speed and start answering questions early enough to get extra points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" If I hadn't made me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I would've been made somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;If I hadn't assembled myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I'd have fallen apart by now "&lt;br /&gt;-Incubus: Make Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;Today I hung out at Chris' for a little while. As we walked up to his front door, he grabbed all the mail from his mailbox. While he juggled his stuff trying to find his keys,  Phile eventually just got his and let us in. As we came in, Chris dropped his bag and some of the mail. He walked forward and tripped over that mail spilling more of the mail. By the time he got to the dining room, this had happened several times and Chris had only on peice of mail in his hand. Looking back, we saw a trail of mail and school bags towards his front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Chris: Yeah, you can see my trail of destruction. Its how I mark my territory.&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/21120178-114299741138963618?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114299741138963618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114299741138963618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114299741138963618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114299741138963618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/journals-drills-and-irp-i-am-sun-god.html' title='Journals, Drills and IRP, I am a sun god!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114289069454260071</id><published>2006-03-20T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:18:43.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Candygrams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To all who read this because of the title: Gotcha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can tell that the Ball and Dance are approaching when people get all exited about it. Today, I heard at least seven people planning how they were going to arrive to Prom. It makes me realize how close we are to the end of the year. Senior year being over, the thought is somewhat sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But this isn't one of those nostalgic stories, that was last week. Today I want to focus on something that has been bugging me, waiting for college admission responses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a torturous existance, coming home and checking the mailbox every day. But one has to remember that his is put a step on the way to getting into college. Sure it is frustrating sitting and waiting for responses, but that does not mean it should make you worry. If you sent out a good app, good job, if not, hope you have a kind reader and get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a note: Thanks to Tuua for coercing me into updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" I'm never out of bed before noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Waking up too late seems too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And I could never be Neil Armstrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I'd be the last man on the moon"&lt;br /&gt;-SR-71: Last man on the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So Britanny and I walk out of Econ, and we both feel like we did crappy on the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany: I hope I didn't totally bomb that test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Me niether, that test sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Britanny: For the free response I got a mental block. That sucks when you're taking a test and you just can't remember something even though you know it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: What sucks more is remembering everything about the topic; then forgetting to write it on your paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Brittany: You did that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Yeah, I sort of forgot to answer the second part of the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Brittany: Wow, that does suck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114289069454260071?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114289069454260071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114289069454260071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114289069454260071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114289069454260071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/candygrams.html' title='Candygrams...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114278160714215364</id><published>2006-03-19T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:27:06.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, today was interesting, as I just got hit by several disappointments in a row...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First, even though our robot placed 16th, no teams chose us for the finals. That was sort of shitty, because a large part of me wanted senior year at robotics to go out with a bang. I mean I gave up being Christopher Wren the Mousetrap, and still didn't get an office. Well, at least i can't be blamed for this failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then, after we reached back to Parkville, Joe rushed me onto the computer to check my MIT status. "We are sorry" was all I needed to see, but I didn't feel that bad because  MIT was a large gambit for me. I accepted this taste of defeat and went to dinner with the robotics crew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner was fun, especially seeing how well my like of music matched Sonia's tastes. Hanging out at Dameon's was fun, and Elan leaving the money rolled into a gigantic wad and rubber-banded will probably be the most amusing way I will ever see a person pay for their meal. Losing at the trivia game at Dameons was proof that today was meant to suck a little.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After dinner we were invited to a party at Jade and Joyce's, but it was too late to go, as I had to drop Elan home. That really is the sucky aspect of living far away from school, you have to drive far to get home. I had promised Elan's mom to have him home at 11, and it was already 10 after dinner, so I dropped Chris and Kevin home then went to drop Elan home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"So tell me friend: how's it going to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;hen the shit goes downand there's no one left around to get your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;You'll crack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;You'll smile and agree with everything they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;They'll try to tell you that it's all okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;But it's not and you're shot and you're bleeding pretty bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And you can't stop thinking about the things you never had"&lt;br /&gt;-Streetlight Manifesto: Point/Counterpoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So this girl from another team comes over to check out our robot. Dori sends her to me because she was asking technical questions that she couldn't answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Can I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Her: Yeah, I was just curious about what you guys did for your drive system?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Well we used tank-style drive with one speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Her: Thats interesting. What motors did you use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(Kneil makes a reeling motion to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Umm..the small CIM motors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Her: Well, thanks for the info. See you around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(She walks away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(Kneil walks up to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Kneil: Dinesh! Come on! Two wings to fly! We're gonna help you reel her in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Thanks, but I think I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114278160714215364?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114278160714215364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114278160714215364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114278160714215364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114278160714215364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114238040980102516</id><published>2006-03-14T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T09:57:13.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robotics: 2 Days of victory...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;So yeah, our robot sucks balls. Actually it doesn't. It can't do anything besides drive forward and backward. But somehow, thanks to FIRST's bad scoring system we are in third place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Today was fun, as after matches we played "Smear the Queer" as a team. Joe actually shook off Mike once, but then went down hard the second time he tried it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Our coding/electronics has had some problems(no autonomous/disfunctional speed copntroller), and our drive had traction problems. We had to scrap the shooter, as after weighing we were ten pounds overweight. So I swallowed my disappointment and pride, and helped mike make his replacement system. It worked fairly well, except that it scattered white foam everywhere whenever it got stuck, which was often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, and show them your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,51)"&gt;Rip out the wings of a butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,51)"&gt;For your soul, my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,51)"&gt;Rip out the wings of a butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,51)"&gt;For your soul"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,51)"&gt;-HIM: Wings of a Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,204)"&gt;Jeff brought his guitar to the competition so he could play in the stands. Elan got the great idea of setting out his guitar case and having himself sing the Blues. With signs saying "Requests accepted(if we know them)" and "Money Demanded", this group pulled in a little money and a couple buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114238040980102516?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114238040980102516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114238040980102516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114238040980102516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114238040980102516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/robotics-2-days-of-victory.html' title='Robotics: 2 Days of victory...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114237870484127931</id><published>2006-03-14T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T19:20:10.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost of Chrismas Past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, I did something I had not done in nearly a year, I went to an Anime Club meeting. It made me realize how over the years in high school everything has changed, from people's interests to friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In ninth grade, I remember going to Anime Club to meet new people. I found a common interest with these kids who also played video games, even though at the time I did not watch anime. I felt out of place when Elan walked up to Jeff for the first time commenting "I love Cowboy Bebeop too!", but it was comforting knowing that these people too enjoyed video games, fantasy, and sci-fi. Anime Club to me will always be Elan, Jeff, Chris and I sitting in the back making comments about the show we were watching while Nneka shouted for us to be quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, as time has passed, my friends and I had more important obligations. Chris had to go to track practice, Jeff had to go to work, Elan and I had to go to Robotics. However, I will always be happy that time at Anime Club was part of my high school experience, because without it I may never have gotten to know the interesting characters that I know and call friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My visit to Anime Club reminded me of a simpler time, when no one really knew anyone else and was therefore willing to make friendships. I find it hard to believe that today, as Seniors, this open, accepting environment exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Where the good times gone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Where the good times gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;All the stupid fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And all that shit we've done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Where the good times gone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Well I still don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Nickelback: Good Times Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So Akash was doing research after school for his "Junior Project".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So what is this project exactly?&lt;br /&gt;Akash: A 10-page paper on the American Dream&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thats not so bad, we just had an 8-pager on Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Akash: But you don't have FDR's outline due the same week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Yeah, I don't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(Ms. Silverman enters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Ms. Silverman: Well, time to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Well good luck with that project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Akash: And the Presidential outline...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Ms. Silverman: I actually extended the essay's due date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Akash: That's great! You're not as evil as they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Ms. Silverman: The students think I'm evil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Akash: No, just intimidating, exept for me of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(We start to leave the room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Akash: Also, Ms. Silverman, I want to let you know that I'm not as chauvanist as I seemed in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Ms. Silverman: I realize, but good luck finding a wife after saying what you said in class today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21120178-114237870484127931?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114237870484127931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114237870484127931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114237870484127931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114237870484127931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/ghost-of-chrismas-past.html' title='Ghost of Chrismas Past...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114229633040758416</id><published>2006-03-13T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:09:25.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy-grams are just a way to launder money...</title><content type='html'>Today Elan and I actually went to a Kids Helping Hopkins meeting, where we prepared Candy-grams to se sent out. I will confirm Elan's assertion that I am a gossip whore by stating the following:&lt;br /&gt;- Ich speake ze Duech&lt;br /&gt;- China is back!&lt;br /&gt;- Joe may not be as asexual as we thought...&lt;br /&gt;- Chris' package was checked for bombs, but it only contained "fireworks"&lt;br /&gt;- When a girl gets a note from me, they'll know it was from me&lt;br /&gt;- Rednecks need love too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious when Elan accused Kezia of using NHS and KHH to launder funds for college. The kid even went as far as editing the Wikipedia entry for "Money Laundering". Lately, Elan's opions have been getting him in trouble(first Dalton, now this), but it is all in good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robotics was sort of a downer because nothing could be done to help the shooter perform better. If Jeremy or Mike blame me for the shooter not working I will be annoyed like hell. Mike did scrap my idea when Ken brought this new one. I want Bill and Mike Wade back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" Coming out of my cage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And I've been doing just fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Gotta gotta be down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Because I want it all "&lt;br /&gt;-The Killers : Mr. Brightside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So Joey and I were talking about how we are going to make Annapolis not suck. As the conversation dwindles, Joet makes an interesting observation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Joey: Its suspicious how Elan and Chris lrft at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: I think they went to the bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Dan: Yeah, two guys going to the bathroom together, thats not gay at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: I bet you they are outside climbing trees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Joey: Nuh-uh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: I bet you elan is up on the tree right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(Joey, Dan, Joe, Kendall and myself rush outside, sure enough there is Elan laying on a high branch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Get down from there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: I'm too tired to come down...plus it nice up here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(I pick up twigs and throw it at him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: JOOOOEEEYYY! Make him stop throwing things at me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Joey: I think this is out of my jurisdiction as Robotics President...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114229633040758416?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114229633040758416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114229633040758416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114229633040758416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114229633040758416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/candy-grams-are-just-way-to-launder.html' title='Candy-grams are just a way to launder money...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114218889513901232</id><published>2006-03-12T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T13:41:39.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>40 points in Autonomous?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I watched the finals of the Arizona Regional on NASA TV. It was scary watching teams score 40 points in autonomous, and it sort of made me aware of how urgent our teams situation was. I mean the competition is in less than a week, and we have never tested autonomous or even gotten the shooter to be accurate. I can only hope that somehow we manage to make it through qualifiers without becoming known as "that team that sucks".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"I'd chime in&lt;br /&gt;'Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!'&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things&lt;br /&gt;with a sense of poise and rationality. "&lt;br /&gt;-Panic! at the Disco: I write sins not Tragedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;I was sittting around making funny names for Econ-Challenge teams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;My ideas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;- The Revolution (How about you and your crew vs. Me and The Revolution)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;- No Taxation without Representation (It is always the answer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;- E for Economics ("V for Vendetta" rip-off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;- Knights of the Round Twinkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;- T Squared (Team Twinkie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;- Laissez-Faire Lions (c/o Elan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;- Kings of Keanes (c/o Elan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114218889513901232?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114218889513901232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114218889513901232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114218889513901232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114218889513901232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/40-points-in-autonomous.html' title='40 points in Autonomous?!?!?'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114205087271854113</id><published>2006-03-10T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:21:15.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show at St. Tims</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tonight was helluva fun, apart from the having to make 10 u-turns, and not knowing where the hell I was in Dundalk. Chris, Joe, Davon, Oliver, and I decided to go to the movies to see "V for Vendetta". Only problem with that is that the movie comes out next week. So we ended up driving up to White Marsh, going to Taco Bell, then going all the way to Dundalk to see Meekins' band perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting, the bluesy feel was much more relaxing than the "Scremo" band that played before them. They had this two minute drum solo that people sort of got tired of, but that just made it better when Meekins came back. Am I sorry I missed Milla Jovovich in Ultraviolet? Not really, as the show and the ride there and back were enjoyable and memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" You can't avoid her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;She's in the air... in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;In between molecules of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide."&lt;br /&gt;- Weezer: Only in Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So we walk up to get tickets, and this kid behind me keeps messing with my hair. I'm about to turn around and "drop him" (really just tell him to stop), when I realize that the person looks familiar. I ask myself who the hell he is as I get my stamp on my hand, then Elan whispers to me: "Nate cut his hair...". Sure enough it was our robotics ex-president there, he had come down for spring break. In the words of Nate: "Nowhere to party like Parkville!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114205087271854113?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114205087271854113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114205087271854113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114205087271854113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114205087271854113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/show-at-st-tims.html' title='Show at St. Tims'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114185507853012394</id><published>2006-03-08T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:21:53.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushing is like Crashing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sure by now everyone of my friends have gone through a crush, and the decision is unanimous I think, they suck. Why you may ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They make you see "signs" that just aren't there&lt;br /&gt;- They make you overly optimistic&lt;br /&gt;- They make you seem obsessed to your friends&lt;br /&gt;- They can/will be used against you&lt;br /&gt;- They make you make bad decisions&lt;br /&gt;- They blow the egos of others up&lt;br /&gt;- They rarely are fruitful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But of course there is no way to stop them, but good friends will guide you away from stupid actions. Except when said actions are incredibly funny to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this was my idea for my metaphysical poem, but I didn't feel like working on this idea. At least not on something I turn in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" I've never had to knock on wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And I'm glad I haven't yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Because I'm sure it isn't good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;that's the impression that I get"&lt;br /&gt;-The Mighty Mighty Bosstones: The Impression That I Get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So we had Its Academic today. To my left was Chris and Oliver, and behind them Nonye and Kezia. Behind me, the ever-witty Elan and Joe. Some comments heard during this practice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Chris: Not B, Entomologists study insects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: I know, any idea what a Limnologist is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: Someone who studies that Lim kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: That would be a sucky job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Chris: Its B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(We pick A; the real answer is B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Nonye: God, thats what happens when yuo don't listen to Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Chris: Exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Joe: Let's pretend you were a hot girls and I were your boyfriend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Kezia: Let's PRETEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Joe: All right, screw the joke, I'm not going to mess with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114185507853012394?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114185507853012394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114185507853012394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114185507853012394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114185507853012394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/crushing-is-like-crashing.html' title='Crushing is like Crashing...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114177856387221781</id><published>2006-03-07T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:02:28.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One might wonder why I open with this line from "The Only Difference between Martyrdom and Suicide is press covereage" by Panic! at the Disco. This is going to be the first entry that is more than just commentary on my day, it is actually going to be a rant...of sorts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This was inspired by Tuua, who in response to my complaining about Dalton winning everything at Model UN said "I feel sorry for them". My instant response was somewhat bitter: "Yeah, I'm so sorry they have a life of priviledge". I feel this comment was sort of hasty, but it was necessary: after all Parkville was annihilated by the school that Tuua felt sorry for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The irony was that I saw Tuua's point quite clearly, as in 10th grade I felt sad for her when she told me that her parents were not having Thanksgiving Dinner with her because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they were on call. To me, Thanksgiving was about families gathering around a big meal with parents, and it seemed alien to think that one would be seperated from your parents at thanksgiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, I still can not feel sorry for the kids at that school. It might be me being a sore loser, but having opportunities better than others comes with a trade-off. I mean its not like Parkville kids all had laptops or could afford for four days of wireless at the convention center. Anyone who feels that this has been overly biased can talk in the comments...Hell, I may edit this post if anyone proves I am entirely wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Lyric of the Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Do you have the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;to&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt; listen to me whine a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;bout NOTHING and EVERYTHING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;all at once"&lt;br /&gt;-Green Day: Basket Case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So Elan and I are playing chess, and he starts beating me. He is up three pawns, a knight, and a bishop. He has to leave, so he tells Juneki to play as him, telling him that it is impossible for him to lose. I don't know if Juneki took this as a challenge or something, but somehowI managed to get to a position,after a weird chain of trades and forks, where I was actually up pieces. The problem was that I had a king, knight and pawn, while he had just a king and pawn. Realizing that this could take a while, we opted to tie. So I guess I can say I beat Elan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&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/21120178-114177856387221781?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114177856387221781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114177856387221781' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114177856387221781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114177856387221781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/swear-to-shake-it-up-if-you-swear-to.html' title='Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114161195515218079</id><published>2006-03-05T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:43:39.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You JHUMUNC!</title><content type='html'>JHU Model UN was fun. I was Belarus World Health Organization, and I had to discuss Avian Flu, Sanitary Hospital Pracices, &amp;amp; Funding Mental Health issues. Main things I remember from the blur that has been the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;- I was Head Delagate for Belarus (Props to Akash)&lt;br /&gt;- My balls exploded at the Cheesecake Factory(They blew up my order)&lt;br /&gt;- Tuua made me feel bad for eating Taco Bell(but I did it anyway)&lt;br /&gt;- Salina is under Lim on the list of most apathetic people I know&lt;br /&gt;- I can't blame her though because WHO was boring&lt;br /&gt;- I will never attend a Calvert Hall mixer(Thanks to Parker)&lt;br /&gt;- Sweden is my homeboy and Kazakistan has got my back&lt;br /&gt;- I am a member of CAK(Coalation against Kuwait)&lt;br /&gt;- Jared loves his banana&lt;br /&gt;- Choose blankets over bed (Poor Akash)&lt;br /&gt;- Refer to Elan as Master, for he is wise, powerful, and a Mac(I'm a PC)&lt;br /&gt;- Sandya got props from Afro-dude for her dancing&lt;br /&gt;- Katie acted like the Gulf War was happening right now&lt;br /&gt;- NEVER call Caitlin the name Katie&lt;br /&gt;- Hopkins kids have planning issues&lt;br /&gt;- Sudoku is really hard&lt;br /&gt;- Persistancy does not get you the girl&lt;br /&gt;- UK, Australia, and UAE suck&lt;br /&gt;- Gay men do not like Elan dancing with them&lt;br /&gt;- Vote with rights when possible&lt;br /&gt;- Cherry Pepsi and Apple Juice mixed can look alcoholic&lt;br /&gt;- Salina uses the phrase "That's disgusting!" way too often&lt;br /&gt;- Always be present and voting&lt;br /&gt;- Pretending to be intoxicated makes you fall down stairs&lt;br /&gt;- Cowardice is my tragic flaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" There she stood in the doorway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I heard the mission bell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;And I was thinking to myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;This could be Heaven or this could be Hell "&lt;br /&gt;-The Eagles: Hotel California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;So, I come back from the Head Delagates meeting, where they told us that inapproprate notepassing was seen in all comittees. In order to tell this to my roomates(Akash, Elan, Parker, James, Alex, and Jared), I pretended like the situation was urgent and said that JHUMUNC told me to remind them that the privilage of notes would be taken away. I went to shower, and when I am done I hear this conversation in my room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuua(furious): You can't be serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Parker(annoyed): No, Dinesh told us.&lt;br /&gt;Tuua(furious): That is such bullcrap! This is so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Parker(agitated): I know! How the hell can they take away notepassing!&lt;br /&gt;Me(whisper): Well they never actually said that...&lt;br /&gt;Parker: You lied about the meeting?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey now, I was just messing with you. Not my fault you ran off, told Tuua and got her all pissed. Besides...&lt;br /&gt;Parker(shouting as he tackles me): YOOOOUUUUU LIARRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been taken down that quickly or randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114161195515218079?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114161195515218079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114161195515218079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114161195515218079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114161195515218079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-jhumunc.html' title='You JHUMUNC!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114126752719332258</id><published>2006-03-01T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:45:27.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked and Loaded and Packed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, big history club meeting tomorrow, and I'm still not done my proposal. Well, I don't feel that bad, I mean Salina isn't done hers yet, right? Sure, but she probably did more research than I did. Oh well, time to go find my CD player. I can't find it(I haven't used it since i got my iPod), but since my iPod charger can't be used on the trip, i have to use CDs. I know, woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody is out to get me, but i feel alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Everybody is out to get me, but i feel alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Everybody is out to get me, but i feel alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Everybody is thinking about me!"&lt;br /&gt;-Jim's Big Ego: Stress 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So Dan and I are talking about school and random other things, and he tells me about what they are doing at Legends this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Dan: So we are starting a D&amp;D campaign at Legends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: The weekend I go away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Dan: Yeah, I get to be a favored soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Haven't played DnD in a while, that would be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Dan: A healer that can hold his own in battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Isn't that a Paladin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Dan: Yeah, exept WoW has me thinking Paladins are a little fruity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Yeah, "Lay on Hands" is one of their abilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Dan: Look at this situation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Warrior: "need heal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Paladin:"ok, gimme a sec"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;*uses lay on hands*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Warrior:"hey buddy watch where you lay those hands..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Warrior: "you better not be...oh my fucking god you are...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;*stabs Paladin to death*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114126752719332258?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114126752719332258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114126752719332258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114126752719332258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114126752719332258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/03/locked-and-loaded-and-packed.html' title='Locked and Loaded and Packed...'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114118777123096090</id><published>2006-02-28T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:36:11.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Portable N64?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My little brother found this site where a kid took apart his N64 and made it into a handheld console using that case and a controller. Now he wants to do it. I'm not going to say I doubt he can do it, but one year in robotics does not make you ready for that kind of project. But you know what, he'll end up doing it and prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somewhere after midnight&lt;br /&gt;In my wildest fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere just beyond  my reach&lt;br /&gt;There's someone reaching back for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Frou Frou: Holding out for a Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;More Excellent Physics pick up lines that were used today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elan: Hey baby, I'm doing an experiment on the spring constant of my matress in my bedroom, and I could use an assistant to get some data, if you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(stand with hands as if a barrier is between me and girl): It sure is difficult resisting this force of mutual attraction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: That dress would look even better accelerating towards my  bedroom floor at 9.8 m/s2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elan: Can I have your significant digits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114118777123096090?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114118777123096090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114118777123096090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114118777123096090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114118777123096090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/02/portable-n64.html' title='Portable N64?'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114107901262363679</id><published>2006-02-27T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T17:54:14.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phun in Physics! Phuck Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well today in Physics was sort of funny. I mean Joe was being weirder than usual. Apart from the random, karate stance, the kid was spouting bad pick up lines(see RSoTD). What was hilarious was when Tim and Andrew needed help with Physics. In short, all you heard were Tim and Joe calling wach other "Bitch!" and pushing each other's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English, while I did psych hw, Elan and Jeff took a survey to find out how English affected people's day. Their results said that a drop of one to three points in "Day Satisfaction" was expected after entering English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" Hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Whatever lies beyond this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Is a little later on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Regardless of warnings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;The future doesn't scare me at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Nothing's like before"&lt;br /&gt;-Utada Hikaru : Simple And Clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;In physics, Joe, Elan and I were testing out some wuite funny pick-up lines:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Joe: So Kirsten, know why t=infinity in this problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Kirsten: No, Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Joe: Cuz d=vt, and I want to go all the way with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: Hey Tanya, I wish I could be the derivative of U?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Tanya: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: So I could be the line tangent to your curves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: How bout this one, you know how g=G(m+M)/r?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: That proves that there is a mutual attraction between us babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114107901262363679?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114107901262363679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114107901262363679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114107901262363679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114107901262363679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/02/phun-in-physics-phuck-yeah.html' title='Phun in Physics! Phuck Yeah!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114100143521953811</id><published>2006-02-26T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:57:28.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chip Partay at Joyce's..and therefore at Jade's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, we got Econ team results today. Needless to say Joe once again beat me, but only by one point.&lt;br /&gt;The ranking was:&lt;br /&gt;Joe&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Collins&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;Andrew&lt;br /&gt;Elan&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;br /&gt;Tuua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robot is so messed up, I don't know what we are going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to a "Chip Party". Jeff brought chips, I brought nacho cheese, and Elan brought a Gigantic bottle of salsa. It was a fun event, with "Battle of the Sexes" and foosball. I have decided that Elan gets mad props for foosball cause he and Panda beat Me and Mike twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Whipping out a calculator still gets a response :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" Give me envy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Give me malice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Give me attention, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Give me envy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Give me malice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Baby, give me a break"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;-Panic! at the Disco: Its Time To Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;So Tuua definitely scared the shit out of me by telling me that she got to choose Econ teams. I bet you will never see me and Joe more at each other than that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Tuua: So Zentz said as the only girl I get to pick teams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Thats such bullshit! If a guy got it like that people would be screming sexist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Joe: Just make it it me, Tim, and Collins....I need a fourth member...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Tuua: Me...I DO want to be on the winning team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Like hell you will, Andrew and I will win this thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Joe: Bitch, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: What, you think you're better or some shit?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: Dork Fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Tuua: I was just joking, you can calm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(Joe flashes me a "C")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;(I give him the good old "adjust the glasses" flip off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114100143521953811?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114100143521953811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114100143521953811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114100143521953811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114100143521953811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/02/chip-partay-at-joycesand-therefore-at.html' title='Chip Partay at Joyce&apos;s..and therefore at Jade&apos;s'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114073246695402673</id><published>2006-02-23T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:03:44.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Model UN is da bomb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today we had another History Club meeting. Apparently we need another chaperone, that teacher thing fell through. This trip is going to be fun, reguardless of what Chris says. I mean with Elan disarming, Me controlling World Health, and Akash handling nukes what could go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;" Windmill, Windmill for the land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Turn forever hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;ake it all in on your stride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;t is sinking, falling down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Love forever love is free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Lets turn forever you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;Windmill, windmill for the land is everybody in?"&lt;br /&gt;-The Gorillaz: Feel Good Inc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of The Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;The Juniors this year have a much stricter teacher for Ap English this year. Instead of having Ms. Mary Murray, they have Mrs. Silverman. Akash returns from an attempt to get Ms. Silverman to reduce the homework in her class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Akash: Man, I can't believe it, she totally screwed my plan over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: How, Its frikin' English..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Akash: No man, she's making us read two novels at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: While taking APUSH? Damn that sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Akash: Yeah, and when I talked to her she actually convinced me that we needed to be at this pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Akash: If we slow down, we don't get to read the books on the curriculum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: What you reading now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Akash: The Great Gatsby and some Faulkner book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Me: As I lay Dying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;Elan: I love that band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114073246695402673?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114073246695402673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114073246695402673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114073246695402673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114073246695402673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/02/model-un-is-da-bomb.html' title='Model UN is da bomb!'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114067017122756812</id><published>2006-02-22T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:49:31.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Bird?</title><content type='html'>The title covered in RSotD. Today, we had econ challenge try-outs. I hope that "Team Extreme" (Joe, Collins,Elan, and yours truly) are able to compete. We also had it's academic, whick was fun. Today was especially satisfying because I got a biology question faster than Kezia and Chris, a history question faster than Akash, a math question faster than Tim, a physics questin faster(more accurate) than Elan, and a literature question faster than Joe. Course there were the 15 or so questions i lost for the team....O well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"This is such a pity.&lt;br /&gt;We should give all our love to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Not this hate that destroys us.&lt;br /&gt;This is such a pity."&lt;br /&gt;-Weezer: Such a pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;So Collins, Elan, Joe, Davon and I walk up to my car. We put all our stuff in the trunk, then I start-up and get ready to pull off. Elan says quietly "Well, if you want to lave that bird there do it". It is only then that I notice that there is a large dead black bird on the mood of my car. We get out of the car and stand around it evaluating the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Don't touch that shit, you'll get like Bird flu or some shit.&lt;br /&gt;(I walk over to Julius by the tennis courts and borrow his lacrosse stick. When I get back Chris is there with a wooden sword poking the bird)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dammit Collins, don't mess up my sword!&lt;br /&gt;Chris: O, it's contaminated.&lt;br /&gt;Elan: Yeah, he touched it.&lt;br /&gt;(I slowly approach the bird with the stick raised)&lt;br /&gt;(I freezeas I near it)&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, we sure it's dead?&lt;br /&gt;Davon: Jeez! You guys are such cowards!&lt;br /&gt;(He runs up, takes the stick from me, picks the bird up with it, and tosses it into the parking lot)&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Well it wasn't the most elegant solution, but meh, it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prank or Divine Intervention?&lt;br /&gt;Comment Vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114067017122756812?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114067017122756812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114067017122756812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114067017122756812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114067017122756812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/02/dead-bird.html' title='Dead Bird?'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114057316907270096</id><published>2006-02-21T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:05:10.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ophelia was the protagonist....</title><content type='html'>So we had an English unit test today. While I really didn't say that Ophelia was the protagonist(I know, some scholar out there is spending their life "proving" this), I did choose to write about her as a clear symbol of conflicting interests. I mean her desire to be with Hamlet and her desire to preserve family honor(aka not being seen as a mistress) were what caused their relationship to stalemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of stalemating, today was the semi-finals of chess. Parkville sadly loss, but Joe did beat his opponent in five minutes. I personally had my game won...until I forgot that bishops move diagonally and lost the trap around his queen. So I ended up with a bishop and king to a knight, king and five pawns...not a nice place to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part was I was able to draw by killing all of his pawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way the clock freaks people out; it makes mind games much more effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"And just like the ocean under the moon&lt;br /&gt;Well thats the same emotion that I get from you&lt;br /&gt;You got the kind of lovin that can be so smooth&lt;br /&gt;Gimme your heart make it real&lt;br /&gt;Or else forget about it"&lt;br /&gt;-Santana: Smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Story of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were at Robotics, and I needed a knife for something. I figured Dan owned like 20 (Phil Collins claimed some were as big as his arm), so I would get one from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dan, I need a knife.&lt;br /&gt;Dan(whisper): Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me(loudly): To cut this wire...just give me...&lt;br /&gt;Dan(whisper): Calm the hell down...you realize we can't have knives in school right...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. Well then get me a saw to cut this with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114057316907270096?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114057316907270096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114057316907270096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114057316907270096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114057316907270096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/02/ophelia-was-protagonist.html' title='Ophelia was the protagonist....'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114049520567210876</id><published>2006-02-20T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:13:25.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hrs of Robotics</title><content type='html'>Today, we went to robotics at 10 am...lemme give you a walkthrough of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-10:30am: Pull out all of our stuff from corner.&lt;br /&gt;10:30-10:45: Make a quick 7-11 run for hot coffee and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;10:45-11:30: Work on making sure turret assembly works as expected.&lt;br /&gt;11:30-noon:Go to Collins' to heat up lunch.&lt;br /&gt;noon-1:00:Eat lunch, Macaroni and Meatballs, made by my mom.&lt;br /&gt;1:00-5:00:Work with Ken on makin sure ball loader actually works.&lt;br /&gt;5:00-5:30:Eat dinner made by the Collins'.&lt;br /&gt;5:30-8:00:Work with Angela , Kristy and Komal on the camera cage.&lt;br /&gt;8:00-9:45: Try to help Collins with his hopper.&lt;br /&gt;9:45-10:00: Elan and I spraypaint the hopper.&lt;br /&gt;10:00-1010: Collins and I attach hopper and put robot in crate.&lt;br /&gt;10:10-10:30pm: Head home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up, Wake up, Wake up,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so tired of waiting, waiting for us to&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, Wake up, Wake up,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so sick of waiting, for us to make a move "&lt;br /&gt;-Lost Prophets: Make a Move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Story of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Every day at lunch, Collins somehow manages to turn the conversation towards the general idea of gay men loving the cock. Collins does this because he claims that anyone not mature enough to discuss the topic is a homophobe. Today at robotics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is your obsession with the word "cock"?&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Dinesh, I'm sorry if I am comfortable with the male genitalia.&lt;br /&gt;Me: See who else feels that way...check if Sonia does....&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and I walk over to Katie and Sonia)&lt;br /&gt;Chris: So Sonia, Are you comfortable with the male genitalia?&lt;br /&gt;(Sonia looks at him funny)&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Could you elaborate, I mean like use it in a sentence?&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Johnny asked the teacher ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Stop right there...We're done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114049520567210876?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114049520567210876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114049520567210876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114049520567210876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114049520567210876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/02/12-hrs-of-robotics.html' title='12 hrs of Robotics'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21120178.post-114044530229287172</id><published>2006-02-20T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T09:29:32.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headaches the size of a small country....</title><content type='html'>This Saturday I had this terrible headache, and when I got home I took some medicine and slept for 15 hours. I feel tons better today(Monday), especially since we have more or less finished the robot. I mean if we look away from the fact that we can't drive or shoot, then everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the entire Siddiqui family comes into robotics and takes Julius. When Joey asks where they are going Junead replies "We needed even teams for basketball...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have Pohlner's essay to do after our all day meeting today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"You're gonna fall behind me&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna cry and beg for mercy&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're not ready and baby...&lt;br /&gt;And you got nothin on me"&lt;br /&gt;-The Donnas: Fall Behind Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Story of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Joe, Mike, and JT go to a party at Tuua's house. Mike realizes that JT's coat can hold tons of the snack food that is on the kitchen counter, so he proposes a "manly challenge": If JT can walk through Tuua's house with his jacket full of food three times without laughing, he wins. So JT fills his jacket with food and walks into the living room, where Tuua, Hyeon and Ruthie are talking. As Jt tries to steel his face, Tuua and Ruthie look at him with puzzled expressions. JT tries to get through the room, but bumps into Hyeon. "Excuse me good sir" he says as he tries to recover, but with some of the stuff spilled, he starts cracking up. Mike wins another manly challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21120178-114044530229287172?l=justbobdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/114044530229287172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21120178&amp;postID=114044530229287172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114044530229287172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21120178/posts/default/114044530229287172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbobdanish.blogspot.com/2006/02/headaches-size-of-small-country.html' title='Headaches the size of a small country....'/><author><name>Big D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109452372492077008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U5eHVKCS-Jk/SvQw7M5nU6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6jVg_yF8vM/S220/cartoon+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
