<?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-13267916</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:58:58.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Fader Listen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-4456985865391783666</id><published>2008-07-18T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:58:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes and Recordings</title><content type='html'>So the bike along the railroad was AMAZING, it was gorgeous. Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SIFliGs74gI/AAAAAAAAABw/AguVwgxMcGo/s1600-h/P7160026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SIFliGs74gI/AAAAAAAAABw/AguVwgxMcGo/s400/P7160026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224568679315530242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SIFlzvwZn9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/1aO44DXbUEI/s1600-h/P7160035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SIFlzvwZn9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/1aO44DXbUEI/s400/P7160035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224568982393692114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i got a mention on Olga Osipova's offical website because I mixed her CD release party and did a recording as well. Here's a screen capture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SIFmb8a43TI/AAAAAAAAACA/WUl9xDFpm9A/s1600-h/Olga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SIFmb8a43TI/AAAAAAAAACA/WUl9xDFpm9A/s400/Olga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224569672987893042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-4456985865391783666?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/4456985865391783666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=4456985865391783666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/4456985865391783666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/4456985865391783666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2008/07/bikes-and-recordings.html' title='Bikes and Recordings'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SIFliGs74gI/AAAAAAAAABw/AguVwgxMcGo/s72-c/P7160026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-2145572068833922936</id><published>2008-07-16T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:48:44.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Posts In Two Days OMG</title><content type='html'>So today I am going on a 22 km bike ride with some guys from church. I'm looking forward to some sun and some unexplored trails to add to my repertoir. I'm planning on actually taking pics so hopefully I'll be able to show the crazy beauty of this place at least a little. Other than that Production meeting at 5:30 and Barbeque at 7. woo. Me and Jen went down to the waterfront after work last night and had some drinks on the lakeshore. It was soo beautiful the moon was almost full and it was shining across the water from the bridge to the boardwalk. We talked about relationship troubles that some of our mutual friends had/are having and we came to the conclusion that if something is right it is sooo easy and you don't have to ask all the ridiculous questions that come with most relationships. It's just like two pieces that didn't neccesarily fit perfectly at first but were close enough to wiggle in and work on the little things. If the big things don't fit then there's no point stressing about the small stuff. Find the big fit first and then work out the details that make up the real abiding relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jordan relationship therapist signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-2145572068833922936?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/2145572068833922936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=2145572068833922936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/2145572068833922936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/2145572068833922936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-posts-in-two-days-omg.html' title='Two Posts In Two Days OMG'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-1767978229496169726</id><published>2008-07-15T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:40:06.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>Wow alot has happened since Sept 07. I am sitting in the booth at work just contemplating the absurdity, the fragility and the absolute beauty of life. My general perogative right now can be summed up in a little song called I'm Yours by Jason Mraz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't won't hesitate no more, no more, it cannot wait, I'm yours.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it has taken me by storm the beauty of this place I have come to live in. It's like everytime I step outside God is just looking right back at me. It's a very humbling experience to be allowed to live in such a place of peace and joy as Kelowna BC Canada. I have a production meeting tomorrow night and then A Chrous Line kicks into gear with set building and rehearsals and what not. Should be fun. I had a blast spending just over a week in Nanaimo at the end of June and connecting with Robin and co was a great experience as it always is. I finally feel as if I am on an even footing with the other techs on gigs and that I really finally "know my stuff". I guess almost a year of being a TD will do that. Well I'll try to write more soon. Gotta mix a show :) The house is open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-1767978229496169726?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/1767978229496169726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=1767978229496169726' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/1767978229496169726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/1767978229496169726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-4478171228845553433</id><published>2007-09-21T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:39:28.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Sexy Ex-i.... Hello Betta Jetta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RvQBxCN873I/AAAAAAAAAAk/HKpNrkzS9ts/s1600-h/20-09-07_1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RvQBxCN873I/AAAAAAAAAAk/HKpNrkzS9ts/s400/20-09-07_1753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112713418892963698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RvQBxSN874I/AAAAAAAAAAs/NczYvxxSfUE/s1600-h/20-09-07_1754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RvQBxSN874I/AAAAAAAAAAs/NczYvxxSfUE/s400/20-09-07_1754.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112713423187931010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RvQBxiN875I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GUkV0oaCcfI/s1600-h/20-09-07_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RvQBxiN875I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GUkV0oaCcfI/s400/20-09-07_1755.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112713427482898322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RvQBxyN876I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NduLie89Hf0/s1600-h/20-09-07_1756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RvQBxyN876I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NduLie89Hf0/s400/20-09-07_1756.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112713431777865634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-4478171228845553433?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/4478171228845553433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=4478171228845553433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/4478171228845553433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/4478171228845553433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/09/bye-bye-sexy-ex-i-hello-betta-jetta.html' title='Bye Bye Sexy Ex-i.... Hello Betta Jetta'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RvQBxCN873I/AAAAAAAAAAk/HKpNrkzS9ts/s72-c/20-09-07_1753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-4625072866111725030</id><published>2007-08-23T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T00:48:22.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer living hand to mouth</title><content type='html'>Today I accepted the position of Technical Director at the Rotary Centre for the Performing Arts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-4625072866111725030?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/4625072866111725030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=4625072866111725030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/4625072866111725030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/4625072866111725030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-longer-living-hand-to-mouth.html' title='No longer living hand to mouth'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-6392987509491757783</id><published>2007-08-18T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:45:19.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fulfilling But Not Fulfilled</title><content type='html'>Coming into my own at a crossroads, I fell to my knees and wondered where you were. And if all my aspirations are fulfilled, and all I'm left to do is fill the time and whittle away the hours, I guess I'd rather have you to share that nothing with. Whoever you are, I'm sure I'll love you someday. You won't be the first, but could well be the last, if I let you. If I can stand. If I can breathe. This is getting exactly what you thought you wanted and sitting waiting for the real thing to finally come into being. We will march forward with our heads held high and not be those words that bring us to the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replacable&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the pills I got they ask me lets go out for a while&lt;br /&gt;And the knives up in the kitchen are all too dull to smile&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and the sun it tries to warn me&lt;br /&gt;Boy those wings are made of wax&lt;br /&gt;While the things I do to kill me&lt;br /&gt;They just tell me to relax&lt;br /&gt;But oh Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;All dressed up in all your boots and all your charms&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the fellow&lt;br /&gt;To protect you or to keep you from all your harm&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know which is worse&lt;br /&gt;To wake up and see the sun&lt;br /&gt;Or to be the one be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the one that's gone&lt;br /&gt;And the empty bottle it misses you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and I'm the one that its talking to&lt;br /&gt;And with you and I just barely strangers&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much just left the fool&lt;br /&gt;Damn don't the streets look empty though&lt;br /&gt;Just wandering round here without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the empty bottle it misses you and I'm the one its talking to&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know which is worse&lt;br /&gt;To wake up and see the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or to be the one be the one that's gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be The One - Ryan Adams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-6392987509491757783?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/6392987509491757783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=6392987509491757783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/6392987509491757783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/6392987509491757783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/08/fulfilling-but-not-fulfilled.html' title='Fulfilling But Not Fulfilled'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-2740168725002021515</id><published>2007-08-08T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:51:42.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dust Of Life</title><content type='html'>I figured I should update. So folks I'm still alive. Just moving into tech week for Miss Saigon. Resumes will be printed in the next few days and distibuted soon. I'm currently really broke and waiting for a cheque that is really needed. Love life is pretty much just random date life. I've been seeing a few casually, none seriously and definitely none sexually. lol. I've started Wing Chun which is a branch of Kung Fu. Well that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-2740168725002021515?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/2740168725002021515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=2740168725002021515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/2740168725002021515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/2740168725002021515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/08/dust-of-life.html' title='The Dust Of Life'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-5093879529454921731</id><published>2007-07-26T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:57:04.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Options Options</title><content type='html'>Well Cody and Klaus both got jobs outside of Kelowna so pretty soon I'm gonna be flyin' solo out here. Cody is off to Montreal and Klaus is off to Vancouver. Which means both of their jobs are open. So I have the options of going for either of their jobs or keep going on the path to taking the post of TD at the Kelowna Actors Studio. Decisions, decisions. Well I guess I'll apply for all of them and see what comes out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-5093879529454921731?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/5093879529454921731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=5093879529454921731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/5093879529454921731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/5093879529454921731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/07/options-options.html' title='Options Options'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-8516194744381342996</id><published>2007-06-17T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:25:58.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ogopogo In Space Says WTF?</title><content type='html'>So I've decided that blowing stuff up is awesome. Lisa, Robin, Cody, Tim and I went up a mountain and blew stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvWMYSpZ11c"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvWMYSpZ11c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we had our first production meeting for Miss Saigon. Looks like it's going to be alot of fun. The set is really cool, and i get paid by the hour to build it which will be an absolute first :) Thumbs up for awesome technical work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-8516194744381342996?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/8516194744381342996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=8516194744381342996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/8516194744381342996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/8516194744381342996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/06/ogopogo-in-space-says-wtf.html' title='The Ogopogo In Space Says WTF?'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-7910322608604311595</id><published>2007-06-12T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:56:21.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Several Miles</title><content type='html'>If it's several miles to sundown&lt;br /&gt;and your car just eats the road&lt;br /&gt;carry on to the next town&lt;br /&gt;try to lighten your load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your wheels keep spinning&lt;br /&gt;finding truth in the night&lt;br /&gt;then tonight could be the perfect moment&lt;br /&gt;to watch yourself take flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you tell me where the sky will see me next?&lt;br /&gt;Could it take me to the place that I love best?&lt;br /&gt;It's only several miles to somewhere but I haven't found it yet.&lt;br /&gt;It's only several miles to somewhere but I haven't been there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a very concious reason&lt;br /&gt;if you awake to find me gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm on an escapes to awareness&lt;br /&gt;you'll find I'm not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;And if it's only several miles&lt;br /&gt;to a place I can call home&lt;br /&gt;then the road could fade in my rear-view&lt;br /&gt;while I carry on alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you tell me where the sky will see me next?&lt;br /&gt;Could it take me to the place that I love best?&lt;br /&gt;It's only several miles to somewhere but I haven't found it yet.&lt;br /&gt;It's only several miles to somewhere but I haven't been there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/12/2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song 3 years ago and it finally applies. I wrote it when I wasn't even a driver yet. Kinda funny. It's one of the songs that has never left my repertoire over the years because it just felt perfect when it came out. I think I'll be singing it all the way to K-town. I'll miss everybody so badly for the first few months. But we will adjust and life will return to normal as we move down our respective paths. I've never felt as at home as I have since finding what I love to do here in Nanaimo. When I moved here I had never even seen a play let alone thought about performing or backstage work. Six years later and I am a completelly different person from the 15 year old me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-7910322608604311595?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/7910322608604311595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=7910322608604311595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/7910322608604311595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/7910322608604311595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/06/several-miles.html' title='Several Miles'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-4684473301729587836</id><published>2007-06-08T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T01:17:28.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super</title><content type='html'>I really wish human beings had the ability to evolve into super-beings. I've been watching the first season of Heroes and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Jordan Davies and I want to be a super hero. There are so many attractions to the idea of extraordinary powers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-4684473301729587836?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/4684473301729587836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=4684473301729587836' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/4684473301729587836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/4684473301729587836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/06/super.html' title='Super'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-6054726156340030735</id><published>2007-06-03T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T19:46:24.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Leave Don't Look Back, I'll Be Running The Other Way</title><content type='html'>I bought a laptop. Well not really, I financed a laptop which is the modern equivalent of buying a laptop. You ever get the feeling that you're heading towards a crisis but unable to stop yourself? Like a car with no brakes. I hope everything balances out economically over the next year. I don't want to get in over my head thinking I'll be making more than I actually will. I guess I'm scared because I've never had an opportunity to be financially independant. I've always had roommates to share the bills or family members to help me out. Being totally self -reliant is an imposing step. One that I both relish and dread. This is not to say I'm unconfident with the direction I'm moving in, just that it is new and sometimes a little daunting. I can move forward through the knowledge that I feel fully prepared to be strong enough to handle whatever life throws my way and I know I have the drive required to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever realize how much love is like a superpower? You feel bigger stronger like life is yours for the taking. I miss it. But when you begin to rely on yourself and step past needing somebody else to fulfil you, that's it's own kind of superpower. I guess what I'm trying to say is I feel strong again just as me. You can't be a real friend if you can't see the friend worth having in yourself. I think I see that person in myself again. I got caught up in myself as a character this year instead of myself as a person. I think I tried so hard to be what everybody wanted from me and what everyone expected that I stopped being what I expected. I got caught playing life as a game and thinking just because I can only know what I see from my own eyes as the truth. The truth is different for everybody. Robin said it best when he told me that all we have is perception and it is how we are perceived that is going to make the difference in every portion of our lives. I took a good look at what I thought I was and how that may be perceived and when the two didn't match up it was time for some change. Time to take a step back and look at how others look at me. How to not just appear strong and confident but to actually be it. Peception in balance with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Leave I Won't Cry, I Won't Waste A Single Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-6054726156340030735?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/6054726156340030735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=6054726156340030735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/6054726156340030735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/6054726156340030735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-you-leave-dont-look-back-ill-be.html' title='If You Leave Don&apos;t Look Back, I&apos;ll Be Running The Other Way'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-7416920596674977955</id><published>2007-05-24T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:59:20.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Square Can't Shine As Bright As You</title><content type='html'>I've decided to dub the next few weeks as "riding it out." That's what this feels like. I'm just tying up all the loose ends I can before I leave, trying to see as many people as I can. I'm going to be the ASM for Miss Saigon which is totally cool. I also get to be ATD for the show as well. Cody has me pretty crazily booked right up until Christmas so I don't have to worry about lack of work. I'm still trying to absorb that this is really happening. I expected to have to starve my way through a few years before I could devote myself full-time to technical work. This is just so amazing, I can't stop smiling knowing that the end of the tough times might just be at an end. I can finally start my real life, get myself set up comfortably.  I'm going to invest a good portion of my money because I really want to be able to live comfortably. My plan is to buy a condo by the time I'm thirty. Preferably a loft, because I love open floor plans. Here we go....ridin' it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-7416920596674977955?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/7416920596674977955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=7416920596674977955' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/7416920596674977955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/7416920596674977955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/05/times-square-cant-shine-as-bright-as.html' title='Times Square Can&apos;t Shine As Bright As You'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-402851320028847244</id><published>2007-05-20T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:14:26.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Post</title><content type='html'>And all they showed you was the back of their eyes,&lt;br /&gt;all that they told you were beautiful lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've figured out a lot about people. People over use the word "friend". Somebody said to me that I'd be leaving behind my friends when I go. But I've realized that there are friends, and there are the people I've been spending obligatory time with on a school based level. I'm sorry but I consider very few of you my friends. I've come to the conclusion that the majority of people are only concerned with one thing and that's self-gratification. There are about three people who actually give a shit about me on a level that is beyond themselves feeling good about saying it. It's easy to say "I've got your back" but a lot of that is just posturing. 95 percent of people would leave me out to dry if it benefited them in some way. Some of those I thought were closest to me already have. When you betray someone who is supposedly your friend there is absolutely no room for you in the friends category anymore. I know I have support but those people know who they are already. I know that if all else fails they would do whatever it took to make sure I was OK and that I would return the favour. I'm tired of lip service friendships. I'm tired of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;illusionary&lt;/span&gt; connections with people. I wish people would be straight up and show the truth that they would step right over me if they saw a benefit to their own state of mind. I'm fine with that. Just don't go making yourself feel better with untrue statements about how you really care how I feel. The truth is you would do it again because you see things you want and be damned who gets hurt in the process. My advice is to stop pretending that there are no feelings being hurt by the way we've been living our lives. Stop burying all emotion under the pretense of some specific system of understanding. People are being hurt and then they feel bad because the system we've developed doesn't allow for that. You'll hear phrases like "get over it" or "being all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;" or even "taking it too hard". Well so what if somebody is actually emotionally invested in something and then they get hurt. Isn't that allowed? Aren't people allowed to feel things? Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They built you up with their shining words,&lt;br /&gt;but they broke you down with their actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-402851320028847244?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/402851320028847244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=402851320028847244' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/402851320028847244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/402851320028847244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/05/100th-post.html' title='100th Post'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-5612161783310604706</id><published>2007-05-13T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:13:00.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation For Flight</title><content type='html'>So I've decided to move to Kelowna and take a job working on call for the Kelowna Community Theatre and Rotary Center. I am also considering taking over the job of TD for the BC Summer Games if the current one goes through with giving it up. Robin says he'll help show me the ropes and get me started which is awesome. Nanaimo is just simply not where I want to be anymore. I'm living at home again and my car is smashed and I don't see any hope for a love life right now. So all I really have is my work. I think a move would re-energize me and give me a fresh outlook on life. I've grown tired of this place and I feel trapped. I need to break away from this space I've been living in. There is nothing to keep me here anymore. So I think I'll leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-5612161783310604706?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/5612161783310604706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=5612161783310604706' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/5612161783310604706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/5612161783310604706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/05/preparation-for-fight.html' title='Preparation For Flight'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-6825965166487843631</id><published>2007-04-20T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T02:42:35.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Middle</title><content type='html'>I am letting go of all of this. I let things get way out of hand and said some things I really didn't mean over the last little while. It's amazing what you will say to someone in a text message or on MSN that you would never be able to say to their face. There is no emotion in a text based arena. You're throwing punches at a wall and getting nothing but broken fingers in return. I'm sorry for the things I've said. There's no excuse for being so abrasive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Devin officially DJed the entire night tonight at 70 below and kicked fucking ass. The dance floor was packed all night long. The people were rallying to the sound of a new DJ force in town. I'm so proud of you dude. That's how to take your opportunity and own it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-6825965166487843631?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/6825965166487843631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=6825965166487843631' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/6825965166487843631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/6825965166487843631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-middle.html' title='In The Middle'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-499942359158455720</id><published>2007-04-18T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T03:38:24.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Lie And They Lie Back, You Tell The Truth...They Don't Believe You</title><content type='html'>I am self-centered&lt;br /&gt;I am a liar&lt;br /&gt;I am a braggart&lt;br /&gt;I am a cheater&lt;br /&gt;I am a bad son&lt;br /&gt;I am a lazy person&lt;br /&gt;I am what you hate&lt;br /&gt;I am in denial&lt;br /&gt;I take liberties with people&lt;br /&gt;I have a large inflated ego&lt;br /&gt;I have too much to say about my own accomplshments&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of what you think about me&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I am not good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;I lie about my past to seem cooler&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care&lt;br /&gt;I am living for myself&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to change&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I am loyal&lt;br /&gt;I am thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;I am generous&lt;br /&gt;I am hard-working&lt;br /&gt;I am driven&lt;br /&gt;I am charismatic&lt;br /&gt;I am a good leader&lt;br /&gt;I am trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;I am philosophical&lt;br /&gt;I am reliable&lt;br /&gt;I am solid&lt;br /&gt;I am dependable&lt;br /&gt;I am responsible&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to ruin your good opinion of me&lt;br /&gt;I will push myself to the limit to succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your pick. We all have these two sides. Good/Bad. We all have them and we pick and we choose from both sides. I know my faults. My faults can also be my strengths. My faults have kept me from hurt and heartache and having to feel inadequate. I am inadequate. I am ready to admit my mistakes, but I am also willing to admit my successes. I will not crumble. I will not break. Your opinion of me does matter and I would like to make it a positive one. Those of you who like me, what am I? Those of you who don't, what am I? Challenge: Tell me something that I don't know about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my friends is perception. And perception is all we have in the world. So when you look at me what do you choose to see? List A, or List B? Could you forgive the A? Could you live without the B? Could you take a look at all of me and forgive me for my faults and let me help you with my strengths? Because if you want a relationship. A real relationship. You have got to take those faults and find in them the weakness that could be strength. You have to fill in the gaps that your loved one cannot fill themselves. This is why we have friends. This is why we have family. This is why we have significant others. We are looking to find the people who will take our weaknesses and turn them into strengths. So I say, don't take the person who is insecure and ostracize them. Instead why don't you try for even a moment to make them feel secure. If you succeed. You won't even need to see the faults because they will never be shown to you. Make them feel secure and you will have found someone to die for you, someone to come talk to you at 4 am when you've had a hard day. Give people a reason to be your friend. If I am an asshole in your books, you do not make me feel secure. If I am your loyal compatriate who you admire, you have filled in the gaps inside me. So thank you those who are even now filling in the gaps. My insecurity is fading and list A is growing shorter. If you haven't noticed by now, maybe you're listening to the wrong people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-499942359158455720?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/499942359158455720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=499942359158455720' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/499942359158455720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/499942359158455720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-lie-and-they-lie-back-you-tell.html' title='You Lie And They Lie Back, You Tell The Truth...They Don&apos;t Believe You'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-5739585968374249522</id><published>2007-04-15T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:02:18.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well That Was Interesting</title><content type='html'>Woah Drama. Wow I found myself in all kinds of it last night. Weird. Gonna try and keep my head clear for the next little while, that was rediculous. I've found things can escalate while you are away from them and then they come back to you and they've been built up and blown way out of proportion. The situation now bears no resemblance to the one which gave it birth and all you have left is damage control. It must be some piece of the human perogative to give things more weight than they sctually deserve. maybe we all need to take a step back from what our mind is saying sometimes and wonder if that information is reliable or simply a creation of our own imaginations. Yeah, some stuff happened and some stuff got blown up, but in the grand scheme of things were those issues so important as to merit those over-the-top reactions? I really don't think so. I lost alot of respect for one of my friends last night. I don't know if I'll be able to forgive him for what he did. I know that there are pains and jealousies that can often times cloud our vision but there comes a time when you have to make the decision between following your first impulse and checking your self to do what is right. One of my friends checked himself last night, one did not. I have gained respect for one and lost it for another. The onus of control cannot be passed off on the substance. You are responsible for your actions no matter your condition. I connected with somebody last night that I had wanted to for quite some time. I don't know if anything will come of it, that's not what I did it for. I just don't want to ask myself "What if?".  So therefore things had to be said that needed out. I'm not holding out for anything other than a friend. But having her as a closer friend would be better than never saying anything. I'm not holding out for anything. I have no unrealistic expectations. I just want to bring some sun back into my life, and I think she might be able to help. Maybe help me shed some of the darkness I've been living in. It made me happy to think of the future and not see a hole that needs filling but rather a space that says "Who knows?" Tomorrow will be ever different from today and I wouldn't have it any other way. Thanks for making me smile kiddo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-5739585968374249522?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/5739585968374249522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=5739585968374249522' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/5739585968374249522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/5739585968374249522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-that-was-interesting.html' title='Well That Was Interesting'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-5064563505386466855</id><published>2007-04-13T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T13:46:59.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rules</title><content type='html'>1. No Cannibus&lt;br /&gt;2. Only one or two drinks per evening, buzzed is okay but piss-tanked is out&lt;br /&gt;3. Do something productive everyday&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't let anyone else run your life, you are the Captain of this ship&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't let what is easy interfere with what is right.&lt;br /&gt;6. Find the people you can trust and keep them close to you&lt;br /&gt;7. Maintain a relationship with your family, don't let them be taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;8. Find a moment everyday to be still and think about the direction your life is taking&lt;br /&gt;9. Look for the beauty in others that you may not see at first glance. Don't be overly judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;10. Laugh, Laugh, Laugh&lt;br /&gt;11. Remind yourself to be "Positive and Flexible"&lt;br /&gt;12. Every weekend, clean your room and do chores around the house&lt;br /&gt;13. Recognize that your state of mind is changeable, don't get caught up in negative thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the rules for only one person. Me. They may not be your rules, they aren't designed to be. I am going to be sucessful, dynamic, and I want to shine. I'm building myself a ladder, and I'm starting to climb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-5064563505386466855?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/5064563505386466855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=5064563505386466855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/5064563505386466855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/5064563505386466855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/04/rules.html' title='The Rules'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-533998478447017180</id><published>2007-04-08T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:26:15.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mean Little Center Of The Universe</title><content type='html'>Can't stop this, it's pervading and antagonizing.&lt;br /&gt;Underneath my skin sinks every drop of dissapointment&lt;br /&gt;and I'll wait, and wait, and wait, every second feels like less&lt;br /&gt;and the water falls again and reminds me why it rains&lt;br /&gt;so that even that which may seem dead,&lt;br /&gt;will one day live again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-533998478447017180?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/533998478447017180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=533998478447017180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/533998478447017180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/533998478447017180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/04/mean-little-center-of-universe.html' title='The Mean Little Center Of The Universe'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-4162662238419683747</id><published>2007-03-31T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:29:11.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Building This Tonight</title><content type='html'>Call it a conspiracy, a tangled web of lies, but tonight I'm building a tower up from the bottom of this well I've been drowning in. You might not recognize the truth until it's splashed across your eyes, so tonight I'm building up a resistance to your disease.  You are not the answer to all my problems, you are not my dream come true, so tonight I'm building up a resistance to convince me you're a lie. I'm building this tonight, and I'm going to try to let you go. If I can just build this wall high enough that you won't see me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-4162662238419683747?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/4162662238419683747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=4162662238419683747' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/4162662238419683747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/4162662238419683747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-building-this-tonight.html' title='I&apos;m Building This Tonight'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-2500747152120432104</id><published>2007-03-30T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:25:54.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is...</title><content type='html'>It's not just what you say. It's how you live, how you breathe, and how your heart beats away the seconds. Love is full contact. Love is hard work. If you can let go of it and let it fly away from you...it's not love. I'm so tired of trying to be okay. I'm sick of putting on a brave face and forcing the smiles. I am broken. I feel like I just started falling and haven't stopped and the farther I go I just keep wishing I'd hit the ground so I could start the climb again. Because Love isn't something that you can turn off, it's something impossible to just ignore and if you ever find real love I hope it's really true. But be careful because some people will take insecurity and dress it up as love. And some will sell you love but then want it back. So if you put your whole heart in somebody's hands, take care. You may just never get it back. Love is perfection of emotion, and complete devastation. I am not okay. I am not alright. And I don't want to be. Because that just wouldn't be love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-2500747152120432104?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/2500747152120432104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=2500747152120432104' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/2500747152120432104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/2500747152120432104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-is.html' title='Love Is...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-991687019652112147</id><published>2007-03-18T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T16:22:59.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patricks Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No Way November Will See Our Goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When It Comes To December It's Obvious Why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No One Wants To Be Alone At Christmas Time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Come January We'll Be Frozen In Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making New Resolutions A Hundred Times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;February..."Won't You Be My Valentine?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So We'll Both Be Safe Til St. Patricks Day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened last night? The sky came crashing down, and brought with it this feeling of utter and complete void. I don't understand, everything was going so well. Even days before. Even hours before. And yet now I can't touch where I once found comfort. And now I can't say what is still singing so loudly in my heart. And I sit here and wait for you to give me the okay that we can speak to each other, and once again my phone lies silently. I don't want this to end. Are you afraid? How could you just tell me something like that and leave me there to cry while you escaped off because you couldn't handle the pressure of what you were saying? Do I deserve this for all that I have laid on the line? I just don't get it. Maybe I never will. I hope this is not goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if our "always" was all that we gave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and someday, she'd take that away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be alright, if it was just for St. Patricks Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-991687019652112147?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/991687019652112147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=991687019652112147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/991687019652112147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/991687019652112147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patricks Day'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-6482598326749953949</id><published>2007-02-16T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T16:23:32.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're An Exception To The Rule, You're A Bonafide Rarity</title><content type='html'>Just a step or two past utter and complete panic I've begun to take a look at the benefits this change will make in my life. I have decided to take the necessary steps towards adulthood with care and firm standing. This is of course related to my move in less than two weeks. My rent will, for lack of a better word, skyrocket by an astounding 300%. In preparation for this calamity of economic and budgetary proportions I have undertaken a "spend nothing" policy for the next two months until school is over. This will be very difficult for the consumer I have become, but I can only look at this as a golden opportunity to develop a more sustainable lifestyle and habits for the future. I have decided to keep my beater car despite my father's offer to cosign on a loan for me. That would put me in a better vehicle, it is true, but it would also increase my monthly budget by more than I would care to spend. Driving the beater will allow me to take the jobs that I really want to work this summer. It will allow me to stay out of my house and work for the living I want to make for myself. And it will keep me from becoming a mover again. This is going to be the most difficult portion of my life to date but I will overcome and face it with my eyes open and my beack ready to take the weight. I have made the decision to not let this become the event that ruins my life but the one that allows me to focus on my own goals for my future. I am going for it. To hell with whoever gets in my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-6482598326749953949?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/6482598326749953949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=6482598326749953949' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/6482598326749953949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/6482598326749953949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/02/youre-exception-to-rule-youre-bonafide.html' title='You&apos;re An Exception To The Rule, You&apos;re A Bonafide Rarity'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-480378638476887521</id><published>2007-02-10T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T01:39:08.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They've Got Methods Of Keeping You Clean</title><content type='html'>I'm just trying to make my way. Just pushing for the things I believe. Just stepping over cracks and crevices to avoid pitfalls. But the pitfalls keep happening and the best laid plans keep falling through and I begin to wonder if there might be an easier way. Is there an easier way to live this. Am I doing things right? Am I setting myself up for the biggest pitfall of all? This cannot be derailed, I won't let it. But does it ever feel like you've had just a few too many things not go your way? Just a step over the line of how much stress you can handle? I went over that line in the past couple weeks. I am seriously stressed. I am losing my mind with stress. I need a car so i can get a summer job that I want.  I need to get rid of my old car. I need to issue a writ against the guy who wrecked my car. I need to find somewhere to live until the proper living conditions that I want come along. I need money for Coachella. I need to figure out what to do for Valentines. I need to eat. I need to sleep. I need to relax..but I can't. I just can't relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-480378638476887521?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/480378638476887521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=480378638476887521' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/480378638476887521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/480378638476887521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/02/theyve-got-methods-of-keeping-you-clean.html' title='They&apos;ve Got Methods Of Keeping You Clean'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-7024737375305939960</id><published>2007-02-05T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:47:26.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Nothing Turned Into Everything</title><content type='html'>I don't like that I have no appreciation for some people. I seem to have lost my ability to see the good sides of some of my friends and all their faults just overwhelm the good parts. This is the vast minority of people I know, but yeah it's there. I just wish that some people would stop treating their youth as a cop out. Excuses like "I'm only young once" don't work out because I'm afraid that some of the absolutely stupid things I see people doing are going to one day ruin their lives. If there is anything I want for my friends it's success. But I see some people around me who are living in a fantasy of competence. It's like they expect that one of these days all their dreams will come true and they don't have to work for them. You people kill me. The greatest challenge you will ever face is to be honest with yourself. Stop living in a fantasy world and take a look at reality. You are dooming yourself to a life outside your dreams if you continue with your present outlook. If you get mad at me for being honest with you then you are really just getting mad at the fact you don't know how to fix the problem. Stop getting angry at people when they try to help you. Pretty soon everyone will just stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I am still trying to figure out where the hell to live. I may just end up storing my stuff and couch surfing if I can't find a place. Shitty deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha I love you. You are the best thing in my life and I am so thankful for all the happiness you have brought me. You make my world spectacular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-7024737375305939960?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/7024737375305939960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=7024737375305939960' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/7024737375305939960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/7024737375305939960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-nothing-turned-into-everything.html' title='When Nothing Turned Into Everything'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-1423079359919423988</id><published>2007-01-28T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:58:20.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In time</title><content type='html'>In time you will discover that you are not who you think. In this moment you will re-evaluate, re-assess, re-organize everything you believe you are. And the person walking away will bear very small resemlance to the form that gave it birth. So fogive who I was today, I'll have shifted by the morning. Into a different, and more complex prism of a person. Could you feel yourself change? Tonight? Tomorrow? Now? So in essence all you will be is evanescent and ever shifting diaphinous fog of a person. Infinite shapes at your disposal, you bend and contort your spectre until you find youself at a place of balance a place of unity.  So for tonight I'll strive for balance and shift myself some weight. For tomorrow I'll wake better for the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-1423079359919423988?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/1423079359919423988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=1423079359919423988' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/1423079359919423988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/1423079359919423988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-time.html' title='In time'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-109420638424689136</id><published>2007-01-20T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:21:30.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Only Feel Alright When The Fear Is Flashing, Bombs Going Off In My Head</title><content type='html'>In tracing the contours of your eyes I've given myself over to many minutes. And in the final exam of this study I'd like to be able to recall them at will in my mind. So I'll trace them, erase them, then redraw, replace, and recall. Until my sleep is haunted by your iris' blue and grey, your perfect stare.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I miss you tonight, which is kinda sad because I saw you only yesterday. I guess after a long day all I wanted was the sheer comfort of your arms.  I've never been this painfully in love... the butterflies have never gone away. I'm pleasantly surprised...yet not surprised at the same time. I knew we'd be good together. Just not &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;good. This is just so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;sorry to everyone else who had to read that :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-109420638424689136?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/109420638424689136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=109420638424689136' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/109420638424689136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/109420638424689136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-only-feel-alright-when-fear-is.html' title='I Only Feel Alright When The Fear Is Flashing, Bombs Going Off In My Head'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-9126408694527116369</id><published>2007-01-12T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T11:07:46.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Always Believed in Futures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RafcfDPe4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zGlq5r0QXk/s1600-h/116310386_a1c148750b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019222735732007138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RafcfDPe4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zGlq5r0QXk/s400/116310386_a1c148750b_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an average house, on an average street, in and average neighbourhood of an average town. Mr. and Mrs. Past-Present live with their average sized dog named Time. Now Mr. Jimmy Past and Miss. Nancy Present met in College and fell for each other. Literally, they tripped over each other on the stairs one day. Now Nancy liked Jimmy because of his old fashion values and his utter fearlessness when it came to commitment. Jimmy, on the other hand liked Nancy because she was wild and carefree, and every once in a while she would get drunk at a party and kiss her female friends. Now Jimmy, of course, disapproved of this on a biblical and moral level, but in a small room deep deep inside Jimmy's mind he found it strangely fascinating and even exciting. Jimmy and Nancy kept on through failed classes, pub crawls, and associates degrees until finally Jimmy proposed to Nancy in a way that was at once beautifully traditional and severely mundane. Now Nancy was an impulsive girl and seeing as there was to her thinking "no time like the present", she stuffed a stammering Jimmy into the passenger seat of her cherry red MGB and drove 9 hours through the night to Vegas. It was a beautiful ceremony presided over by a former porn star turned priest in gold sequins robes.&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later Nancy and Jimmy decided it was time to create a little Future of their very own. But neither could quite imagine what the Future would look like. Nancy postulated that the Future would just have to look like her but slightly more futurific. And Jimmy didn't believe that a Future could even exist that would come close to the glories of all those that had come before. Both came to the realisation that in order to embrace this new Future they we're going to have to become students of the future. Cue the mid-life crisis. Nancy began frantically cleaning the house and redecorating both spare rooms into nurseries. One blue, and one pink, just in case. Jimmy however decided to focus all his efforts into what he considered to be the very wave of the Future. Investing. He bought stocks in Gold, he bought stocks in Coal, he bought up the world supply of Tylenol, and half the stocks of Geritol. He maxed out every credit card and took out lines of credit. he re-mortgaged the house in a failed attempt to "get-it".&lt;br /&gt;And in the end when the Future came they saw it wasn't so very different. It was a Future made of equal parts, of both Past and Present. As it opened it's eyes and looked at them and they stared into the Future, they both cried as they were both reborn, in this gift they called a Future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-9126408694527116369?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/9126408694527116369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=9126408694527116369' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/9126408694527116369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/9126408694527116369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-always-believed-in-futures.html' title='I&apos;ve Always Believed in Futures'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RafcfDPe4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6zGlq5r0QXk/s72-c/116310386_a1c148750b_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-406705822043737617</id><published>2007-01-10T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:20:24.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The First Time</title><content type='html'>I guess I should explain my last post. It feels good when I just let a stream of conciouness take over my writing. I just wanted to write something, anything, that would not be a "here's what I did today" post. This blog is called Pre-Fader Listen for a reason. On a sound board a PFL lets you listen to something before it comes out of the main speakers. So in this blog you'll get things that happen in my head but don't come out of my mouth. This blog is the PFL on my mind. So what you get may not even be how I am feeling it may just be something I needed to write...or just the need to write anything at all. I respect writing in the way that you can put something down and people can look at it and interpret it and develop feelings about it in their own mind. The last blog was meant to do that; to say "what if" to a worst case scenario. I'm not saying I believe in all that stuff happening, but I think if the right set of circumstances happened that could be the future of the human race. If you feel strongly about never letting yourself become that, I was successful in my plan. So from here on you may find articles or theories that you may read and question whether or not I actually believe the stuff that I am writing and the answer will always be yes in some way. Because I believe that words can say things that facts cannot sometimes and I am going to try to use them to turn this bog into a creative outlet for myself. Hope you enjoy the strange thoughts that are my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-406705822043737617?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/406705822043737617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=406705822043737617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/406705822043737617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/406705822043737617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-first-time.html' title='For The First Time'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-4071644760491271531</id><published>2007-01-09T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:01:20.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Obtain A Bird's Eye, Is To Turn A Blizzard To Breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cyborg.com.hr/shop/upload/thumbs/interface__radio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cyborg.com.hr/shop/upload/thumbs/interface__radio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time this will be known as "the good years" or "the colossal waste". We waste our time chasing frivalities while our dreams go un-lived or goals go unachieved, our world is reduced in size to the most narrow of circles. And as we flitter away our time we keep telling ourselves that "it's the journey not the destination that matters". So we'll toss our love away at the slightest hint of affection. We'll throw our bodies into substance and excess to prove we're "living life to the fullest". We are generation now. We see our parents growing old and frail and we hate them for it. We are the culture of youth, wrinkles are not wlecome here. You better live fast sweetheart because your time is almost over. We see ourselves as a generaton of artists and scholars. But we will never learn how to fend for our own food, build our own shelter, or fight everyday for survival. In one century we have become the opposite of our fore-fathers. Some think hard work is something that should not be demanded of them. Some think that they should run the joint in their first year on the job. Well wake up kids our lives of prviledge and excess are running tragically short. We are standing near the pinnacle of a babylonian tower just waiting to be struck down for our pride. We are living in the sunday afternoon of the industrial revolution. Pretty soon we won't have to carry 12 hunks of electronics around with us, they will be individually compartmentalised and inserted into our living flesh. We will automate and improve until the human body will no longer need to lift anything heavier than a spoon. We will sit in our luxury until one day we cease to remember a day when we thought for ourselves. A day when our thoughts struck outwards and our bodies followed; and in that stagnant swamp of comfort and mediocrity the human race will be replaced with fat fleshy organisms sucking on tubes. Our limbs will become vestigial; we will cease to be animals but merely brains encapsulated in flesh, basking in the glory of the automatic world we have created. And on that day...we will have failed. We will have surrendered to everything anyone ever told us we wanted. All the things that would make our lives so much "easier". We will fall. We will fail. And we will die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-4071644760491271531?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/4071644760491271531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=4071644760491271531' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/4071644760491271531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/4071644760491271531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-achieve-birds-eye-is-to-turn.html' title='To Obtain A Bird&apos;s Eye, Is To Turn A Blizzard To Breeze'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-2934476362634313555</id><published>2007-01-04T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:47:39.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Your Pulse</title><content type='html'>In the grand scheme of things I think people see me as somebody who has his - for lack of a better word - "shit" together. This could not be farther from the truth. I definitely do not feel that way right now. In fact, I'm scared. I have this big fear that I have lost my new found responsibility from last year. I actually didn't get straight As this semester and it's all because I was lazy. If there's anything I was last year it wasn't lazy. Rather I was slightly crazy but I got my stuff done and took care of myself. This last semester I think I have gotten too involved in the party and not enough in preparing myself for my career to come. All it would have taken to get my straight As would have been a stupid acting journal. How difficult is that? I guess that's my high school self coming out again. The guy who would not do an assignment that he considered pointless or an insult to his intelligence. I am a cocky guy. I won't lie. I consider nothing out of my realm of accomplishment. If I am not so good at something I will become absolutely obsessed with it until I can do it at an above average level. That is how I operate. I think I alienate or intimidate people. There are people that everyone will greet in a physical way whether with a hug or simply a handshake. I am not one of those people. I do get the contact from a few but I guess I'm not a Gregoire who everyone adores and wants to be around. I am not being self-pitying here or even saying that anything should change or that I want it to. I guess it's just that I don't want to leave my life un-analyzed and just continue on as if everything I do is right. I have lived that way before and hurt people close to me and myself. So I guess what I'm getting across is that 2007 will be a year for self improvement and working towards the things I dream about. I can't wait to get working on these one acts. i can't wait to get home. I can't wait to hold my beautiful girlfriend in my arms and tell her I love her without a phone in my hands. I want to get good grades. i want to be a supportive friend. I want to do well at my work. I want to get into better shape. I want to eat better. I want to drink less. I want to smoke less. I want to live my dreams. In short....I want to take over the fucking world....wanna help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-2934476362634313555?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/2934476362634313555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=2934476362634313555' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/2934476362634313555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/2934476362634313555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2007/01/check-your-pulse.html' title='Check Your Pulse'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-8181478035719995711</id><published>2006-12-25T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:07:26.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So This Is Christmas...</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here in the Vitamin D inducing glow of an anti SADS light that my dad recieved as a gift from his fiancee. I have got to get one of these for myself. In other news the gift haul this year has been quite excellent. My personal favs so far are the Stratocaster belt buckle from Martha and a book by Jose Saramago from my sister. (if anybody cares this guy is the greatest novelist on the planet). So we're sitting around doing crosswords and drinking Irish Cream and coffee. Pretty normal. The turkey prep is going strong in the kitchen.  Martha is going to come pay me a visit at some point which is awesome. I need to go to my house and pick up her present because I thought she was going to be up-island today. Hurray!! So all in all I'm really jonesing to play some guitar so I will leave you with this thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our lives there come times when we get to choose to take a leap or to resist change. I'm doing my best to balance the two. There will come a time (very soon I imagine) in which the choice is no longer left to me and I'm going to have to take that leap. What I want to say is how thankful I am for the teachers, friends and family I have around me who have made that eventuality much less frightening, and even exciting. You are the support that allows me to be greater than the sum of my parts. So thank you, Merry Christmas, and know that if you are my friend co-worker or other associate of mine I'm thinking of you today and wishing you all the happiness in the world. You people rock my world everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-8181478035719995711?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/8181478035719995711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=8181478035719995711' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/8181478035719995711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/8181478035719995711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-this-is-christmas.html' title='So This Is Christmas...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-2436668568495760637</id><published>2006-12-22T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:01:54.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/lHBJoyxgDb4' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/lHBJoyxgDb4'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty much how I feel right now. I think it's the SADS messing me up again. if I'm not particularily chipper, yeah I don't know why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-2436668568495760637?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/2436668568495760637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=2436668568495760637' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/2436668568495760637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/2436668568495760637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/12/something-missing.html' title='Something&amp;#39;s Missing'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-8502373197153487489</id><published>2006-12-15T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T15:11:58.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'd Like That"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/-i-7iJSCyjc' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/-i-7iJSCyjc'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pretty much the best description of relationships I've found....ever. Screw You Dr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-8502373197153487489?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/8502373197153487489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=8502373197153487489' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/8502373197153487489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/8502373197153487489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/12/john-mayer.html' title='&quot;I&apos;d Like That&quot;'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-6023713041585844571</id><published>2006-12-13T21:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:37:16.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Ticket Should Say "Urinetown"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/CZV431zhXA4' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/CZV431zhXA4'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Urinetown at the Belfry was INCREDIBLE!! It was sooo freaking good. The guy who played Bobby had an amazing voice and did a great job. Ross was hilarious too. I had a great time hangin' with Lisa and Ky and Meghan as well. We got a backstage tour of the Theatre from Ross which was very cool. Tech day for Christmas Carol tomorrow, should be fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-6023713041585844571?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/6023713041585844571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=6023713041585844571' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/6023713041585844571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/6023713041585844571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/12/your-ticket-should-say_13.html' title='Your Ticket Should Say &amp;quot;Urinetown&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-891972208526412994</id><published>2006-12-12T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:16:42.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Beta</title><content type='html'>So due to the failing blog's transition to Blogger Beta I have been dragged here as well. Woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-891972208526412994?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/891972208526412994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=891972208526412994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/891972208526412994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/891972208526412994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/12/going-beta.html' title='Going Beta'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-116517763222690744</id><published>2006-12-03T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T12:27:12.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Names...of Doom</title><content type='html'>Names1.YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet &amp; color of underwear)&lt;br /&gt;Rambo Black&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fav ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Oatmeal Raisin.... Yo&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR "FLY Guy/Girl" NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)J-Dav&lt;br /&gt;Poor, Just poor&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME:(fav color and fav animal)&lt;br /&gt;Green Husky&lt;br /&gt;"Oh he's so Husky" *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)&lt;br /&gt;Paul Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;I'm Kylan's Brother..and we both sleep with the same women but neither of us know...duh duh duh&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR STAR TREK NAME: (1st 3 letters of last name, first 2 letters of first name, last 3 letters of mom's maiden name)&lt;br /&gt;Davjogor&lt;br /&gt;HAAT&lt;br /&gt;7. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink)&lt;br /&gt;Blue Egg Nog&lt;br /&gt;Oh sexy.&lt;br /&gt;8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)&lt;br /&gt;Edward Graham Walter&lt;br /&gt;9.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother &amp; father's middle names)&lt;br /&gt;Frederick Joan&lt;br /&gt;10. JEDI NAME (middle name backwards, mom's maiden name backwards)&lt;br /&gt;Luap Erog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-116517763222690744?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/116517763222690744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=116517763222690744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116517763222690744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116517763222690744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/12/namesof-doom.html' title='Names...of Doom'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-116511000060530943</id><published>2006-12-02T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T17:48:03.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Mood...Anybody know of anybody who's selling a Jeep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7309/1159/1600/26614/Tree%20Ink.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7309/1159/400/937176/Tree%20Ink.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, things are going okay. Jill's over hangin' out. I miss Martha alot. I wish I had a car I could take up there. Well I could take mine but I'd rather not. Umm so everyone is doing the "I like..." thing that Trish showed me a couple years ago but I don't think I'm quite up for that right now. Bought a couple of CDs today and a couple yesterday. Picked up...&lt;br /&gt;1. Head Automatica - Popaganda&lt;br /&gt;2. Incubus - Light Grenades&lt;br /&gt;3. Joel Plaskett - LaDeDa&lt;br /&gt;4. Damien Rice - 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote out my tech resume. It felt good to actually have practical experience and education and to be creating a resume to apply for jobs I actually want rather than the ones I've needed to "get by". I have been feeling very tired lately and I think it has to do with freedom. My car was the one thing that allowed me to be free. It feels like I have taken a giant step backward in my life. I miss Martha so much and I have lost the thing that allowed me to see her on a semi-regular basis. I have lost my control on my schedule and my life. I need it back. I need the freedom back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to buy my own PA system this summer and start hiring myself out as a freelance sound guy. I need to have some control. I created a picture today that contains my dreams and wants for the future. I hung it by my bedside so that I can see it every night when I go to sleep and every morning when I wake up. I need to be reminded of where I'm going not just where I am. I love my life right now but i am not satisfied with it. I need to achieve something and I am getting the urges to just go for it. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7309/1159/400/667782/Dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry mama but I'm shining only once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta burn off the drama before I do too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz I'm only flaring silent trying to follow my fleeting flame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomorrow could be violent I might never be the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~No Apologies (I'm Sorry) - Proverbial Ride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-116511000060530943?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/116511000060530943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=116511000060530943' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116511000060530943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116511000060530943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/12/better-moodanybody-know-of-anybody.html' title='Better Mood...Anybody know of anybody who&apos;s selling a Jeep?'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-116487935731551429</id><published>2006-11-30T01:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:42:10.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Worst Mood Ever</title><content type='html'>Okay so this is going to be a rant seeing as I am sitting at my computer at 1:30 AM with a bloody bandage on my hand. So I get home from kareoke and I go around back to see if can clear some snow off my car so it won't get too wet inside tomorrow. I find that the plastic has ripped and there's a giant pile of snow in my back seat and that the interior lights are on because apparently my passenger side door wont properly close due to the crash. Then I look and I find that my trunk is open...actually open. hmmm. so i start clearing snow off my roof where it has bubbled up over the sun roof and I impale my palm on my broken off antenna putting a huge gash in my hand which is now swathed in a giant bandage to try and stop the profuse bleeding. I think I am going to cry. Why is this shit happening to me right now? Goddamnit. I need you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMMENDMENT: Apparently the plastic did not rip. My roomates havwe informed me someone took a knife and decided to break into my car and snoop for stuff again...so that's why the trunk was open and my interior light was on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-116487935731551429?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/116487935731551429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=116487935731551429' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116487935731551429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116487935731551429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-worst-mood-ever_30.html' title='In The Worst Mood Ever'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-116483465440855930</id><published>2006-11-29T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T14:18:36.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word On The Street</title><content type='html'>So ICBC has launched an uninsured driver claim against Mr. Mycock and he has 22 days to either accept, dispute, or do nothing. Now if he accepts or does nothing I get my claim. If he disputes then it's up to me to sue him. Please let him accept!! I don't want to turn this into a court battle. Luckily I could probably get my uncle or Biff's dad to represent me so it wouldn't be hard to get representation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm in other news, I have never been so happy in my life. I don't know how I lucked into this but I did. Everyday I wake up with a big stupid grin on my face. Feel free to groan single people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another gig at the Theatre got cancelled today...great. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i think I might buy one of these... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7309/1159/1600/984951/YJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7309/1159/400/125077/YJ.jpg" 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/13267916-116483465440855930?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/116483465440855930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=116483465440855930' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116483465440855930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116483465440855930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/11/word-on-street.html' title='Word On The Street'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-116461384266500026</id><published>2006-11-26T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:32:51.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Finally Did It Man....They Finally Killed My Car</title><content type='html'>So I'm not gonna post about the party cuz if you were there you already know and if you weren't you missed out big time. Umm yeah so in case anybody doesn't know I got into an accident this morning which was completely not my fault. I'm just really glad that everyone is alright and no one was hurt. I'm gonna miss my car when it's gone but I can only treat this as another thing that was meant to happen for a reason. The only consolation I can take is that I did enough to stop the back-hoe bucket from coming through the windshield. It pretty much would have killed me and Alleah or hurt us very severely. That scares me so much. We are all so lucky to be alive and healthy and that's what I'm going to focus on. I hope they take that guy for a ride man cuz he deserves to pay for what he did. I know it was a mistake but the fact that he just didn't seem to care at all if anyone was hurt just baffles me. Why didn't he apologize to me? He was completely at fault...why did he not say he was sorry? What kind of person doesn't apologize for putting the lives of my friends in jeopardy? Thank you big time to Kylan's parents for helping me out and getting me back into drivable conditon. Happy Brithday Ky!! 21 is looking fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/whitfieldtheband"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.whitfieldband.com/myspace/myspace.gif" width="400" 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/13267916-116461384266500026?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/116461384266500026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=116461384266500026' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116461384266500026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116461384266500026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/11/they-finally-did-it-manthey-finally.html' title='They Finally Did It Man....They Finally Killed My Car'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-116415685025669527</id><published>2006-11-21T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:56:17.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Car Saga Continues</title><content type='html'>So I took my car in for its transmission check today and it turns out the tranny is not the problem. It turns out my 2nd fuel injector is leaking fuel over the back of the engine and it's a miracle I haven't burst into flames at any given time on the highway. Transmission dude John tells me that he recommends I get my car towed to a shop and fixed immediately. I tell him that I have a body shop appointment tomorrow to get my wheel well worked on and he says if I drive really slow and don't let the engine heat up I should be safe to get it home. I don't drive it home....I drive it to Millenium Auto where I find out that all the seals on my Fuel Injector Rail are totally rotten and they just fall apart as soon as he touches them. Now I am screwed. Or so I think. Turns out he miraculously finds four seals that will fit my injectors puts them on and TA DA!! Problem solved...for now. If they leak again I have to take them to a Honda tech and get the official Honda Seals put on. So now my car runs a hell of a lot better due to me not missing a fuel injector anymore. But tomorrow I go in to get the body looked at and my wheel well fixed but if what the Transmission people say is true I may be in for more than that. The mechanic at Millenium told me that tons of people didn't get their Accords undercoated properly when they bought them new and they tend to rust in the main frame...which if it's happening in my car may mean I am uber-screwed none-the-less. Praying for my car to survive...and not cost me a fortune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-116415685025669527?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/116415685025669527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=116415685025669527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116415685025669527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116415685025669527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/11/car-saga-continues.html' title='The Car Saga Continues'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-116409946106736548</id><published>2006-11-21T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:46:43.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Yeah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RhHcK3wBACI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m4gXFvpeSuY/s1600-h/Jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049058736581181474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RhHcK3wBACI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m4gXFvpeSuY/s400/Jordan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good...when life is good don't write on here cuz well there's no real news. Life marches on as it ever does and I go with the flow along with it. Hmmm news...worked on the tech-in and strike of Lisa marie Presley's gig at the Port Theatre. I never would have figured she'd be Alleah height. Ummm yeah worked the worst gig ever on the weekend I was really tired and none of my mics decided to work for me with 15 minutes to go before the show. So I called in Ace, Mike and Leon before we finally found and fixed the issue. Mike looked at the set-up and realized we should have had two techs on it instead of just one. I really wish someone else had been there to stop me from going absolutely insane.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and speaking of insane my Car is going to cost me $450 in maintenance and repairs over the next two days...wooo hoooo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this comes immediately following my resignation of my job at Thrifty's....oh boy. So I won't be quite as social as I have been for the next while due to funds and all. But in general life is a blessing and I'm enjoying every day of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't nothin' hold me down...uh uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ky....you're my hero...love you buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-116409946106736548?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/116409946106736548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=116409946106736548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116409946106736548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116409946106736548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-yeah.html' title='So Yeah...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/RhHcK3wBACI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m4gXFvpeSuY/s72-c/Jordan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-116335881889243900</id><published>2006-11-12T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:13:38.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's All One Now Our Play Is Done</title><content type='html'>Wow it's finally over. I can't say I've ever enjoyed a character quite as much as I did playing Feste. Feste made me feel like a rock star every single night; he gave me an ability to connect with the audience in a way that I've never been able to do before. I have never had so many people come up to me and tell me that I was their favourite part in the show before. It also made me more confident about persuing my Music career. To all my fellow cast members and our excellent crew all  have to say is "Wow". What a seamless show from beginning to end, the professionalism was by far the best I have seen behind the scenes at a Malaspina show so far and we have set a precedent for shows to come. We have been gifted with an amazing group of actors, designers, and technicians in our program for these two years and I believe we are working our way towards leaving a lasting legacy for years to come. So from here out this year I am taking off my acting hat and putting on my techie one. Thanks everyone for sharing in the magic that was Twelfth Night. I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-116335881889243900?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/116335881889243900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=116335881889243900' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116335881889243900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116335881889243900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/11/thats-all-one-now-our-play-is-done.html' title='That&apos;s All One Now Our Play Is Done'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-116125133175012567</id><published>2006-10-19T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T02:51:38.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5...</title><content type='html'>things I like about Martha in non sequential order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cool to just hang out and do nothing with. We have a very similar outlook on life so there is no real pressure to entertain or even talk. Things are just comfortable right from the get go.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kick ass taste in Music.&lt;br /&gt;3. Smells like Lush stuff all the time...*drools*&lt;br /&gt;4. Best Kisser Ever&lt;br /&gt;5. Her smile. (I know it's cliche.) But come on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-116125133175012567?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/116125133175012567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=116125133175012567' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116125133175012567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116125133175012567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/10/top-5.html' title='Top 5...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-116115105270711887</id><published>2006-10-17T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:34:26.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since You All Want It.</title><content type='html'>That's right I am actually going to write an entry again. When blogger lost my entire entry anout the John Mayer show I became disheartened to say the least so speed update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Broke things off with Amanda (messily) :(&lt;br /&gt;- Started thing up with Jill&lt;br /&gt;- Went to see John Mayer &amp; Sheryl Crow with Jill&lt;br /&gt;- Broke things off with Jill (better this time)&lt;br /&gt;- iPod, DigiCam, &amp;amp; 150 CDs stolen from my Car....argh&lt;br /&gt;- Cast as "Feste" in Twelfth Night&lt;br /&gt;- Writing music for said play :)&lt;br /&gt;- 21st Birthday&lt;br /&gt;- Started things up with Martha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right people throw in a couple crazy parties a little bit of scandal, a whol;e lot of theatre program awesomeness, several 5 AM weekend shifts at work and some awesome friends and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-116115105270711887?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/116115105270711887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=116115105270711887' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116115105270711887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116115105270711887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/10/since-you-all-want-it.html' title='Since You All Want It.'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-116011833441672368</id><published>2006-10-06T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:08:47.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day The Music Died</title><content type='html'>AC/DC “Live”&lt;br /&gt;B.B. KING “Take It Home”&lt;br /&gt;BEN FOLDS “Ben Folds”&lt;br /&gt;BEN FOLDS “Songs For Silverman”&lt;br /&gt;BEN FOLDS FIVE “Rockin' The Suburbs”&lt;br /&gt;BEN FOLDS FIVE “The Unauthorized Biography of Reinhold Messner”&lt;br /&gt;BEN FOLDS FIVE “Whatever And Ever Amen”&lt;br /&gt;BEN HARPER “Fight For Your Mind”&lt;br /&gt;BEN HARPER “Welcome To The Cruel World”&lt;br /&gt;BLUES BROTHERS 2000 “Original Movie Soundtrack”&lt;br /&gt;BON JOVI “Slippery When Wet”&lt;br /&gt;BRIGHT EYES “Digital Ash In A Digital Urn”&lt;br /&gt;BRIGHT EYES “Lifted”&lt;br /&gt;BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE “You Forgot It In People”&lt;br /&gt;BUDDY GUY “Blues Singer”&lt;br /&gt;BUDDY GUY “Slippin' In”&lt;br /&gt;BUSH X “Sixteen Stone”&lt;br /&gt;CAKE – “Comfort Eagle”&lt;br /&gt;CAKE “Fashion Nugget”&lt;br /&gt;CAKE “Motorcade of Generosity”&lt;br /&gt;CAKE “Prolonging The Magic”&lt;br /&gt;CAUTERIZE - “So Far From Real”&lt;br /&gt;CLASH, THE “London Calling”&lt;br /&gt;COLDPLAY “X&amp;Y”&lt;br /&gt;CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL “Cosmo's Factory”&lt;br /&gt;DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL “A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar”&lt;br /&gt;DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL “MTV Unplugged v2.0”&lt;br /&gt;DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL “The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most”&lt;br /&gt;DAVE MATTHEWS BAND “Crash”&lt;br /&gt;DAVE MATTHEWS BAND “Everyday”&lt;br /&gt;DAVE MATTHEWS BAND “Stand Up”&lt;br /&gt;DAVE MATTHEWS BAND “Under The Table And Dreaming”&lt;br /&gt;DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE “Transatlanticism”&lt;br /&gt;DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE “You Can Play These Songs With Chords”&lt;br /&gt;DEREK AND THE DOMINOES “Layla &amp;amp; Other Assorted Love Songs”&lt;br /&gt;DUKE ROBILLARD “Explorer”&lt;br /&gt;ELLIOT SMITH “XO”&lt;br /&gt;ERIC CLAPTON “From The Cradle”&lt;br /&gt;ERIC CLAPTON “Unplugged”&lt;br /&gt;EVERLAST “Eat At Whitey's”&lt;br /&gt;FOO FIGHTERS “The Colour And The Shape”&lt;br /&gt;GET UP KIDS, THE “Eudora”&lt;br /&gt;GET UP KIDS, THE “Guilt Show”&lt;br /&gt;GET UP KIDS, THE “Something To Write Home About”&lt;br /&gt;GRATEFUL DEAD “Skeletons From The Closet”&lt;br /&gt;GREEN DAY “American Idiot”&lt;br /&gt;GREEN DAY “Dookie”&lt;br /&gt;GREEN DAY “Insomniac”&lt;br /&gt;GREEN DAY “Nimrod”&lt;br /&gt;GREEN DAY “Warning”&lt;br /&gt;INCUBUS “A Crow Left Of The Murder”&lt;br /&gt;INCUBUS “Fungus Amongus”&lt;br /&gt;INCUBUS “Make Yourself”&lt;br /&gt;INCUBUS “Morning View”&lt;br /&gt;INCUBUS “S.C.I.E.N.C.E”&lt;br /&gt;JACK JOHNSON “Brushfire Fairytales”&lt;br /&gt;JAY-Z “The Black Album”&lt;br /&gt;JIMI HENDRIX EXPERIENCE, THE “Axis: Bold As Love”&lt;br /&gt;JIMI HENDRIX EXPERIENCE, THE “Electric Ladyland”&lt;br /&gt;JIMMY EAT WORLD “Bleed American”&lt;br /&gt;JIMMY EAT WORLD “Clarity”&lt;br /&gt;JOE WALSH “The Smoker You Drink. The Player You Get”&lt;br /&gt;JOEL PLASKETT EMERGENCY “Truthfully, Truthfully”&lt;br /&gt;JOHN MAYER “AS/IS”&lt;br /&gt;JOHN MAYER “Heavier Things”&lt;br /&gt;JOHN MAYER “Room For Squares”&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY LANG “Long Time Coming”&lt;br /&gt;JULIANA THEORY, THE “Understand This Is A Dream”&lt;br /&gt;K-OS “Joyful Rebellion”&lt;br /&gt;KEANE “Under The Iron Sea”&lt;br /&gt;KID ROCK “Devil Without A Cause”&lt;br /&gt;KILTLIFTERS, THE “Pass The Popcorn”&lt;br /&gt;KINGS OF LEON “Aha Shake Heartbreak”&lt;br /&gt;LINKIN PARK “Hybrid Theory”&lt;br /&gt;LINKIN PARK “Meteora”&lt;br /&gt;MARILYN MANSON “Antichrist Superstar”&lt;br /&gt;MAROON 5 “Songs About Jane”&lt;br /&gt;MARS VOLTA, THE “Frances The Mute”&lt;br /&gt;MEATLOAF “Bat Out Of Hell”&lt;br /&gt;MOBILE “Tomorrow Starts Today”&lt;br /&gt;MUDDY WATERS “Folk Singer”&lt;br /&gt;MUSE “Absolution”&lt;br /&gt;NINE INCH NAILS “The Downward Spiral”&lt;br /&gt;ODDS “Bedbugs”&lt;br /&gt;ODDS “Nest”&lt;br /&gt;OUTKAST “Stankonia&lt;br /&gt;PANIC! AT THE DISCO “A Fever You Can't Sweat Out”&lt;br /&gt;PEARL JAM “Pearl Jam”&lt;br /&gt;PEDRO THE LION “Control”&lt;br /&gt;PEDRO THE LION “Winners Never Quit”&lt;br /&gt;PHISH “Farmhouse”&lt;br /&gt;PHISH “Round Room”&lt;br /&gt;PINK FLOYD “The Wall”&lt;br /&gt;POLICE, THE “Every Breath You Take”&lt;br /&gt;POSTAL SERVICE, THE “Give Up”&lt;br /&gt;RADIOHEAD “OK Computer”&lt;br /&gt;RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE “Rage Against The Machine”&lt;br /&gt;RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS “&lt;br /&gt;ROBERT CRAY “Take Your Shoes Off”&lt;br /&gt;ROBERT CRAY “Time Will Tell”&lt;br /&gt;RYAN ADAMS “Demolition”&lt;br /&gt;RYAN ADAMS “Gold”&lt;br /&gt;RYAN ADAMS “Love Is Hell”&lt;br /&gt;RYAN ADAMS &amp; THE CARDINALS “Cold Roses”&lt;br /&gt;RYAN ADAMS &amp;amp; THE CARDINALS “Jacksonville City Nights”&lt;br /&gt;SAVES THE DAY “In Reverie”&lt;br /&gt;SNOW PATROL “Eyes Open”&lt;br /&gt;STEVIE RAY VAUGHAN “Couldn't Stand The Weather”&lt;br /&gt;STEVIE RAY VAUGHAN “In Step”&lt;br /&gt;STEVIE RAY VAUGHAN “Soul To Soul”&lt;br /&gt;STEVIE RAY VAUGHAN “The Sky Is Cryin'”&lt;br /&gt;STRAYLIGHT RUN “Straylight Run”&lt;br /&gt;SUBLIME “Robbin' The Hood”&lt;br /&gt;SUBLIME “40 oz. To Freedom”&lt;br /&gt;TOOL “10,000 Days”&lt;br /&gt;TREBLE CHARGER “Detox”&lt;br /&gt;TREWS, THE “House Of Ill Fame”&lt;br /&gt;WALLFLOWERS, THE “Bringing Down The Horse”&lt;br /&gt;WALLFLOWERS, THE “Red Letter Days”&lt;br /&gt;WEEZER “Maladroit”&lt;br /&gt;WEEZER “pinkerton”&lt;br /&gt;WEEZER “The Blue Album”&lt;br /&gt;WEEZER “The Green Album”&lt;br /&gt;WHISKYTOWN “Pneumonia”&lt;br /&gt;WHO “Who's Next”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Gone In One Fell Swoop *cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-116011833441672368?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/116011833441672368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=116011833441672368' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116011833441672368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/116011833441672368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-music-died.html' title='The Day The Music Died'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115951625223507099</id><published>2006-09-29T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:50:52.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Lieu Of Update I Give You...Comic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/720.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/400/720.png" 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/13267916-115951625223507099?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115951625223507099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115951625223507099' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115951625223507099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115951625223507099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-lieu-of-update-i-give-youcomic.html' title='In Lieu Of Update I Give You...Comic'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115791847590976950</id><published>2006-09-10T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T13:01:15.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1984-2006</title><content type='html'>It's really hard to write about all the good stuff right now. Nate's funeral is on tuesday, and it's gonna take alot to get through it. I can't say we were ever close friends but we were team mates and I think that counts enough. It still seems weird to me that I saw him at the river mere days before his death. For those of you who don't know Nate Hughes was a Barsby Alumni, he was studying Chemical Engineering at UBC and he was tragically killed when the car he was riding in lost control on Jinglepot Rd. on September 3rd. He was running late for his ferry back to UBC and never made it to his parent's house. I can only imagine how hard this  is for his family and close friends.  We'll all miss you Nate Dawg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115791847590976950?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115791847590976950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115791847590976950' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115791847590976950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115791847590976950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/09/1984-2006.html' title='1984-2006'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115733910509225484</id><published>2006-09-03T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:05:05.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Matter How Cold It Gets This Winter....</title><content type='html'>I'll always have this to look forward to in the summer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/Riv%20Tan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/400/Riv%20Tan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/Red%20Rock%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/Red%20Rock%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/400/Red%20Rock%204.jpg" 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/13267916-115733910509225484?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115733910509225484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115733910509225484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115733910509225484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115733910509225484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-matter-how-cold-it-gets-this-winter.html' title='No Matter How Cold It Gets This Winter....'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115620262276750176</id><published>2006-08-21T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T16:23:42.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Should I Worry? Why Should I Care?</title><content type='html'>The countdown to school is frickin' on and I just know these last weeks are gonna drag out to no end. I didn't get my tattoo fixed today due to the fact that it hasn't completely healed yet. bummer. So September 17th is the next day we're gonna try and get this thing fixed. I submitted the design for the next one as well (sorry mom). I can at least swim for the rest of the summer so that's a bonus. I can't wait to get back in class. In other news I've started kinda seeing someone. I really like her so here's hoping this one pans out. One month tomorrow I see John Mayer!!! YAY! I'm so stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody know where to get a huge CD wallet in this town?  went to A&amp;amp;B Sound and Future Shop today and couldn't find any. crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115620262276750176?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115620262276750176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115620262276750176' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115620262276750176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115620262276750176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-should-i-worry-why-should-i-care.html' title='Why Should I Worry? Why Should I Care?'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115554728857085064</id><published>2006-08-14T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T02:22:55.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers...</title><content type='html'>Alright I think the guessing period has all but expired on these songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. California One / Youth &amp;amp; Beauty Brigade - The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;3. Indian Summer - Pedro The Lion&lt;br /&gt;6. Blow At High Dough - The Tragically Hip&lt;br /&gt;10. See You When I Get There - The Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;14. Gameover - Ozma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115554728857085064?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115554728857085064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115554728857085064' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115554728857085064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115554728857085064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/08/answers.html' title='Answers...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115532517427061383</id><published>2006-08-11T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:32:29.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandwagon Jumper Says Guess My Lyrics</title><content type='html'>actually a bare minimum of the stuff you guys have never heard came up so you're really lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your current playlist and put it on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Write down your favorite line from each of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;3. Let your friends list guess the song title and artist without looking it up anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're calling all bed wetters and ambulance chasers&lt;br /&gt;Poor picker-pockets, bring 'em in&lt;br /&gt;Come join the youth and beauty brigade&lt;br /&gt;We're lining up the light-loafere'd&lt;br /&gt;And the bored bench warmers&lt;br /&gt;Castaways and cutouts, fill it up&lt;br /&gt;Come join the youth and beauty brigade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;strong&gt;Barracuda - Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lying so low in the weeds&lt;br /&gt;I bet you gonna ambush me&lt;br /&gt;You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Now, wouldn't you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultra-violet rays are washing over all the boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;as their moms lay tanning by the pool&lt;br /&gt;oh look their dads arriving home all the children hug his neck unaware of their inheritence&lt;br /&gt;all of the experts say you aught to start them young&lt;br /&gt;that way they'll naturally love the taste of corporate cum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: &lt;strong&gt;Steady As She Goes - The Raconteurs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends have shown a kink in the single life&lt;br /&gt;You've had too much to think, now you need a wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Here's To The Night - Eve 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to be had? Are you cool with just tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever fits her usually gets her&lt;br /&gt;It was the strangest thing&lt;br /&gt;How she moved so fast , moved so fast&lt;br /&gt;Into that wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Here I Go Again - Whitesnake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I keep searching for an answer,&lt;br /&gt;I never seem to find what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord, I pray&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength to carry on,&lt;br /&gt;cause I know what it means&lt;br /&gt;To walk along the lonely street of dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Only The Good Die Young - Billy Joel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say there's a heaven for those who will wait&lt;br /&gt;Some say it's better but I say it ain't&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints&lt;br /&gt;the Sinners are much more fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Perfect World - Billy Talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got the whole story, not 'til after she left me&lt;br /&gt;Baby I don't need you, well baby I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Word on the street is she fucked him, while we were playing in Cleveland&lt;br /&gt;Well baby I don't need you, you're fading in my rearview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking up, At the moving clouds&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been down so long but I still think you might come around&lt;br /&gt;So I’m making plans for when you feel better&lt;br /&gt;You just might want someone more familiar&lt;br /&gt;You won’t find anyone else to take you back&lt;br /&gt;Now sometimes you’re an angel&lt;br /&gt;But you’re usually a pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Collide - Howie Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;br /&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;br /&gt;Light up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So turn up the corners of your lips&lt;br /&gt;Part them and feel my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;Trace the moment, fall forever&lt;br /&gt;Defense is paper thin&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch and I'll be in&lt;br /&gt;Too deep now to ever swim against the current&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Cannonball - Damien Rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;there’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt&lt;br /&gt;it’s still a little hard to say what's going on&lt;br /&gt;there’s still a little bit of your ghost your witness&lt;br /&gt;there’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed&lt;br /&gt;you step a little closer each day&lt;br /&gt;that i can’t say "what's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2P, you take my control&lt;br /&gt;teach me how to rock and roll or i'll fall down and die&lt;br /&gt;i bet you don't know how to find our extra life times ninety-nine&lt;br /&gt;i know you tried but still we died&lt;br /&gt;our game is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Lithium - Nirvana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny, but that's okay ...My will is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnd GO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115532517427061383?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115532517427061383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115532517427061383' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115532517427061383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115532517427061383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/08/bandwagon-jumper-says-guess-my-lyrics.html' title='Bandwagon Jumper Says Guess My Lyrics'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115493448115532984</id><published>2006-08-07T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:08:01.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Much The Sexiest Thing I've Seen All Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/River%20Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/320/River%20Boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Holiday Monday. Anybody wanna hit the river with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115493448115532984?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115493448115532984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115493448115532984' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115493448115532984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115493448115532984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/08/pretty-much-sexiest-thing-ive-seen-all.html' title='Pretty Much The Sexiest Thing I&apos;ve Seen All Day'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115479643807477031</id><published>2006-08-05T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:33:58.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Cowardly Anonymous Person Commenting On My Blog</title><content type='html'>Please go away. I don't need your opinions or judgements of the things I do. The decision to get a tattoo lies in my hands and no one elses. I'm sure my mother would not be pleased with my choice to get a tattoo and I didn't need to ask her opinion since that opinion is already known to me. If my Mother were to somehow sanction me for getting a tattoo it would be an extremelly shallow thing to do in the face of "unconditional love". If you are a member of my family taking a jab at me then please reveal who exactly you are so that I can know exactly who is judging me for making a choice to do something to my body. Getting a tattoo is not a shame. This tattoo is representative of my family's history and my own personal beliefs. I believe there are worse things to get tatooed to yourself than something that says "For Good, For Glory, Good Is Enough". How dare you tell me to never take my shirt off in front of her? If she truly loves me she should accept and respect the choices I have made even if she does not agree with them. I am an adult and as such have control of my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: This poem just got Poem Of The Day on a site I belong to. I almost forgot I had written it it was so long ago. So here's one from the past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born Again Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a style="COLOR: black" href="http://www.pathetic.org/library.php?i_memberid=5200"&gt;J. P. Davies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down by the docks&lt;br /&gt;fishermen throw&lt;br /&gt;depleted stocks down&lt;br /&gt;onto weathered cedar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seagulls avengingly swoop,&lt;br /&gt;diving to reclaim&lt;br /&gt;trinkets of their sea.&lt;br /&gt;While staring sightless&lt;br /&gt;into new oceans of sky&lt;br /&gt;fish cry out the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the while&lt;br /&gt;a young girl skips out, back again;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing a tide&lt;br /&gt;that will forever identify&lt;br /&gt;lost innocence and memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories will roll&lt;br /&gt;ashore in orbit with years.&lt;br /&gt;An eternal fog bank in which&lt;br /&gt;she can swirl herself, conceal&lt;br /&gt;what she has become, in swaths&lt;br /&gt;of misty cherub wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever preserving a promise,&lt;br /&gt;sweet singing angels for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;she can hide and live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever upon a shore,&lt;br /&gt;of life,&lt;br /&gt;of pulsating breaths.&lt;br /&gt;Spilling over walls of sand,&lt;br /&gt;years of deposition,&lt;br /&gt;she will remember these times, these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born again sun,&lt;br /&gt;she rides out upon&lt;br /&gt;waves of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They help to carry her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/22/2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115479643807477031?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115479643807477031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115479643807477031' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115479643807477031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115479643807477031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-cowardly-anonymous-person.html' title='To The Cowardly Anonymous Person Commenting On My Blog'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115449194536301522</id><published>2006-08-01T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:32:17.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tattoos and such</title><content type='html'>I just realized that within the next few months or so over half of the second years will have at least one tattoo... I hope I didn't forget anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber&lt;br /&gt;Alleah - Inked&lt;br /&gt;Geoff&lt;br /&gt;Gregoire - Inked&lt;br /&gt;Kylan - Inked x 3&lt;br /&gt;Meghan&lt;br /&gt;Lisa - Inked&lt;br /&gt;Michelle - Inked&lt;br /&gt;Jordan D. - Inked&lt;br /&gt;James&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn - Soon To Be Inked&lt;br /&gt;Biff&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115449194536301522?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115449194536301522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115449194536301522' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115449194536301522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115449194536301522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/08/tattoos-and-such.html' title='tattoos and such'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115437796322132480</id><published>2006-07-31T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T18:13:22.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was very interesting all-around. I got called in for a 5 am shift by work and lazed my way through four hours and then went home and had some nappage on the couch. I got up and started feeling really antzy to do something so me and Matt went downtown to get some coffee. We visited Alex and then went over to Hill's Native Art to talk to Michelle. She showed us the design she's working on for her tattoo and I have to say it's going to be awesome. We went and got coffees and sweets from Perkins and then headed back for more chat time with Michelle. We ventured back home and I started to nap on the couch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally getting antzy to move again I called Kylan up and headed to Parksville to go play some video games with Ky, Jeremy, Mike, Trevor and Karah. It was cool. We played Mario soccer for Game Cube which I have to say is one of the most entertaining games I have played in a long time. I developed the enforcer role which was to never play the ball but just go around creaming all the other teams players and making it so they couldn't get near our player with the ball. It was good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm after that we drove back to Nanaimo so Ky could return his tux to Moores which was closed due to it being Sunday. So we went to Boston Pizza and had dinner and then went and saw an utterly vacuous teen comedy called John Tucker Must Die. It was supremely shitty. The funniest parts were listening to the reactions of the twinks in the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie I sped home but drove right by cuz my mind was going about ten million miles an hour so I kept going and drove down to Departure Bay and watched the ferry come in it was really tranquil and gave me a chance to think about things. And I think I came to some good conclusions. I've realized that before recently I never let anybody past the walls I built up to protect me from getting hurt or being vulnerable. I think I'm really starting to appreciate those closest to me more now that I know they're not going to ditch me if I have some moments of weakness. It's really reassuring to be surrounded by people who I respect and admire. There's just one big hole missing. I'm not going to rush anything though. I really want to find somebody special. I finally think I understand exactly what love means and I'd like somebody amazing to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I slept in hardcore. And now I'm sitting at my computer feeling antzy again. I really wanna go swimming but nobody's online or anything so maybe I'll wait til Matt's home and drag him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115437796322132480?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115437796322132480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115437796322132480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115437796322132480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115437796322132480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-today-and-tomorrow.html' title='Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115396556546781765</id><published>2006-07-26T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:59:25.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Not Enough To Hang On</title><content type='html'>The sunset has faded before we ever had a chance to enjoy the light. What do you do when your best is not enough? It's like everything you put out was just washed away and you're left feeling so inadequate it pulls everything out all over again. If I had known it would have been for the last time, I would have kissed you a little longer just to remember it. One day I woke up and found that you had left me to stand here and pick up the pieces of myself that I put out for you. If you were confused then, you passed it so deftly on to me. I feel like I predicted this with the poem I wrote for you. You are the summer wind that so briefly brought happiness but now leaves me wondering what I could have done (if anything?) to make you choose me. But it's too late now. There's this wall in place of the effort it cost me to open myself up for something like this so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Is The Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a style="COLOR: black" href="http://www.pathetic.org/library.php?i_memberid=5200"&gt;J. P. Davies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she bends and squints her too-blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;and guides boats across the harbour.&lt;br /&gt;She slithers her fragile hand into mine&lt;br /&gt;and dares me to wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I perch quietly, and knowingly slide my chin&lt;br /&gt;slowly along her shoulder, kiss her neck.&lt;br /&gt;Because today she will let me in&lt;br /&gt;and tonight she'll come to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a new day comes she will dissapear&lt;br /&gt;back into her world of glaring silences&lt;br /&gt;to the places she has come to accept&lt;br /&gt; as the purest stations of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in this tranquil night I watch her sleep,&lt;br /&gt;in a sigh of fresh contentment&lt;br /&gt;and wonder if she'll ever want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Will she ever need me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the morning when she leaves me&lt;br /&gt;in the most beautiful of perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;I'll lie back down and let a solitary tear&lt;br /&gt;slide into the fabric of her pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she is the wind,&lt;br /&gt;that now blows across this ocean&lt;br /&gt;and dances teasingly across my hands&lt;br /&gt;before leaving me for brighter locales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07/11/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing for a grand total of about a week I was happier than I can remember being in a long time. But now there's just this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115396556546781765?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115396556546781765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115396556546781765' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115396556546781765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115396556546781765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-not-enough-to-hang-on.html' title='Just Not Enough To Hang On'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115389156192248702</id><published>2006-07-25T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:26:01.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I know a girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she puts the colour inside of my world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but she's just like a maze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where all of the walls all continually change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I've done all I can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to stand on her steps with my heart in my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm starting to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe it's got nothing to do with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115389156192248702?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115389156192248702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115389156192248702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115389156192248702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115389156192248702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/giving-up.html' title='Giving Up'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115378605778770977</id><published>2006-07-24T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:00:14.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hey, At Least You Didn't Get Somebody's Name"</title><content type='html'>So today I woke up and proceeded to invite Tasha out for consequetive meals depending on the time...I made it to lunch. "Breakfast" and "Brunch" are apparently non existant in some peoples vocabularies. So I went and picked her up and we headed to MGM for foodstuffs. I had my usual Eggs "Pope" but the Hash browns were just a mangled baked potato WTF? Tasha had her prerequisite French Toast and Bacon. After that we hit departure bay and Piper's lagoon for some Walk On The Ocean time. Went to Woodgrove so that Tash could sort out the $100 cancellation fee for her cell phone that she apparently shouldn't have to pay but apparently she cancelled her plan three days before her contract was up so they still made her pay the $100. shitty deal. So then I dropped her off @ home and headed home. Drove to harewood for some slurpee. Then headed home. So here I am sweltering in the heat and wondering if I would be flattered or scared if somebody got my name tattooed to them at random. I know how I feel about having the person you like get somebody else's now. Like I should just give the fuck up. Should I just give up? When you do that you don't just affect yourself you affect those around you too. I still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for age: 20&lt;br /&gt;B is for Booze of choice: Jack &amp; Coke&lt;br /&gt;C is for career: Sound Technician&lt;br /&gt;D is for your dog's name: Sweet!! I Have A Dog?&lt;br /&gt;E is for what you use everyday: The Shower&lt;br /&gt;F is for favorite song at the moment: Rooftops &amp;amp; Invitations - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;G is for favorite games: Mario 3&lt;br /&gt;H is for hometown: New Westminster, BC&lt;br /&gt;I is for instruments you play: Guitar, Saxophone, Some Drums, Voice&lt;br /&gt;J is for jam or jelly you like: Tropical Triple Fruits&lt;br /&gt;K is for Kids: No Babay, No babay, No babay...&lt;br /&gt;L is for last kiss: Tasha&lt;br /&gt;M is for most admired trait: confidence but not over-confidence&lt;br /&gt;N is for the name of your crush: See L.&lt;br /&gt;O is for overnight hospital stays: Once for Food Bourne Illness&lt;br /&gt;P is for phobias: Being buried alive / trapped&lt;br /&gt;Q is for quotes you like: "There is not one shred of evidence to support the theory that life is serious"&lt;br /&gt;R is for biggest regret: 80's party. and not playing football after high school&lt;br /&gt;S is for sweets of your choice: Powerbars?&lt;br /&gt;T is for the time you wake up: 8:30-9&lt;br /&gt;U is for underwear: Boxers&lt;br /&gt;V is for vegetable you love: Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W is for What the fuck happened to the question for W?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X is for x-rays you've had: Finger/Teeth&lt;br /&gt;Y is for yummy food you make: everything I make is yummy&lt;br /&gt;Z is for zodiac sign: Libra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115378605778770977?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115378605778770977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115378605778770977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115378605778770977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115378605778770977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-at-least-you-didnt-get-somebodys.html' title='&quot;Hey, At Least You Didn&apos;t Get Somebody&apos;s Name&quot;'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115361456641114361</id><published>2006-07-22T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T17:29:26.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far So Good</title><content type='html'>The fading of the selected letters is moving along quite nicely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/tat%20Before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/400/tat%20Before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/tat%20After.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/400/tat%20After.jpg" 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/13267916-115361456641114361?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115361456641114361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115361456641114361' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115361456641114361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115361456641114361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far So Good'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115327499984268384</id><published>2006-07-18T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:28:22.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Good, For Glory, Good Is ________</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I fucked up while checking the spelling on my tattoo. The last word has an extra "A" in it so technically the word has no meaning. So four hours after completion of my tat I find myself back in the chair getting a portion of two letters "mulched" so that the ink won't take. This hurts a hell of a lot more than the tatoo itself, exponentially so. So on August 21st I go back in to get it fixed. Lesson here kids, look very carefully and make sure all the words in your tattoo are spelled right. Otherwise you will end up with a bloody seeping wound in your body to go with your tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/tattoo%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/400/tattoo%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my CD player in my car merely had a burnt out fuse so now I have tunes in the ride. sweetness. Oh and i was approved for a student loan of $10, 880.00 holy crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115327499984268384?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115327499984268384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115327499984268384' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115327499984268384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115327499984268384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-good-for-glory-good-is.html' title='For Good, For Glory, Good Is ________'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115318434841284300</id><published>2006-07-17T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:59:25.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting On The World To Change</title><content type='html'>So Jordan is officially mobile as of today. Went and put insurance on my car, and then picked up Tasha and headed up to Errington. Visited Ky for a bit, he was looking decidedly squirrelly and apparently was punched in both eyes by the Orthodontist. ;) Apres A-Frame, headed to Coombs where Tasha and I wandered around and ate grapes and played stickball and talked. it was nice. She was decidedly sexy today having a heart monitor strapped to her chest with lotsa wires sticking out. "Top Drawer!!" Yeah so drove back to Nanaimo while Tash slept in the passenger seat. Drpped her off at home, went to Canadian Tire and bought a rear-view mirror that actually works. Headed to my dad's place and used his heat gun and some goo-gone to scrape off the palm tree decals on my cars windows. They are no more. Installed my new mirror. I can see out the back now yay. Then headed home. All in all a pretty butt kicking day in general. I think i might go swimming. hmmm. Or maybe for a workout at mal. yeah that's more likely. Later y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Went to the gym for a bit. My new rear-view doesn't want to stay on so I have to get more adhesive to try and make it work.  Crap. Anyway, life is good. If a little confusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115318434841284300?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115318434841284300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115318434841284300' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115318434841284300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115318434841284300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/waiting-on-world-to-change.html' title='Waiting On The World To Change'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115308427903611242</id><published>2006-07-16T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:11:19.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I spent $100 and by doing so will see John Mayer in concert again. But this time from fucking FLOOR SEATS!! YEAH!!! September 22nd baby. I am so stoked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115308427903611242?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115308427903611242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115308427903611242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115308427903611242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115308427903611242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115291897405626626</id><published>2006-07-14T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:16:14.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If It Is Born In Flames Then We Should Let It Burn</title><content type='html'>I'm in a very strange place right now. All of my expectations and aspirations lately have flipped themselves around in strange ways. I should really stop setting myself up so much because when all of your plans fall through it's that much more dissapointing. I know I'm gonna be okay with this but it still sucks. Whatever, love is too complicated to try and make any sense of apparently so why the hell do I try. In other news I've started talking to Trish again which is nice. It's nice to have someone who knows you so well you don't have to explain your point of view to them they already understand. I'm pretty worried about one of my friends because they seem to be caught in the same sort of cycle of depression I was in a few years ago. I'm also concerned about another friend who is trying their best to help but is absolutely drowning in this and thats not really fair. It seems life has caught up to alot of people right now and everyone is fighting their way back to the surface. Ahhh the quarter-life crisis. Welcome to the suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115291897405626626?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115291897405626626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115291897405626626' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115291897405626626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115291897405626626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-it-is-born-in-flames-then-we-should.html' title='If It Is Born In Flames Then We Should Let It Burn'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115264759445212212</id><published>2006-07-11T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T17:23:08.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finish the sentence:&lt;br /&gt;1. My ex is: one of the nicest people I know.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to: Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe I should: stop obsessing.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love: to fall asleep so I can dream.&lt;br /&gt;5. My bestfriend(s) is/are: Matt/Jay/Brennan/Ky&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't understand: you.&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost: my hope of this being easy.&lt;br /&gt;8. People say: the dumbest things.&lt;br /&gt;9. The meaning of my screen name: "She Just Might Get You Lost. And She Just Might Leave You Torn. But She Just Might Save Your Soul" Lyrics from the new Dashboard Confessional album, pretty much sums things up right now.&lt;br /&gt;10. Love is: "what I got, said remember that" - Sublime&lt;br /&gt;11. Somewhere, someone is: trying desperately to be strong&lt;br /&gt;12. I will always try to be: the bigger man&lt;br /&gt;13. Forever seems: "to be around when things begin, but never around when things end" - Ben Harper&lt;br /&gt;14. I never want to: forget how you look when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;15. My cell phone: has a better ringtone than Barbara's&lt;br /&gt;16. When I wake up in the morning, I: wish I didn't have to get up&lt;br /&gt;17. I get annoyed: when people don't respect themselves&lt;br /&gt;18. Parties are: a certain way to make me feel alone in my own head&lt;br /&gt;19. My Dog is: waiting for me in the future&lt;br /&gt;20. Kisses are the best when: in the middle of a sentence&lt;br /&gt;21. Today I might: just veg out alone&lt;br /&gt;23. Tomorrow I will: work a closing shift&lt;br /&gt;24. I really want: what I can't have&lt;br /&gt;25. I am: alienated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115264759445212212?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115264759445212212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115264759445212212' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115264759445212212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115264759445212212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/finish-sentence-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115243419389207181</id><published>2006-07-09T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:36:33.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda Drunk...</title><content type='html'>So forgive in advance any spelling mistakes. Today I worked a closing shift and then went and got free beer at this party that Lucid records and clothing was throwing for Vice magazine...me and matt got pretty drunk all said. I'm seriously questioning the maturity of some people in my life right now. It's like they are looking through a tinted mirror that distorts everything into a shape they can accept. I'm really understanding the meaning of freindship more lately and how some people misconstrue the people they hang out with as their friends. A friend is someone understanding and accepting no matter what. A friend is somebody who will listen and care no matter what is going on otherwise. I have evaluated my "friends" and I know who will be there for me through thick and thin. Remember, a friend is someone who will always build you up. A true friend will never yell at you, or tell you that you're decisions are wrong. A true friend may ADVISE you when they think your course of action is precarious but they will never try to forcibly steer you in any direction.  I think in any relationship there must be true friendship first and friendships (as well as relationships) must be free of judgement and full of support. I suggest you look hard at who you consider to be your friends and ask yourself if they truly deserve to have you as a friend. Are they fiercely loyal and would they be willing to support you no matter what you have done? If not these are not your friends; These are people paying lip service to you to fulfill some alterior motive. Your friends will accept you and everything that comes along with you including those who you chose to be close with. Do not blind yourselves with the past but take a cold hard look at the present and ask yourself "is this where I wish I could be?" if not....change your life. You have the control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115243419389207181?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115243419389207181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115243419389207181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115243419389207181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115243419389207181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/kinda-drunk.html' title='Kinda Drunk...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115229756057092769</id><published>2006-07-07T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T12:21:00.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacks The Initiative...</title><content type='html'>to write lengthy blogs. So I'm stuck in summary mode. The biggest news in my life right now is that I have purchased a car!! I am the proud owner of an orange automatic 1988 Honda Accord. I take possesion next Friday when my next paycheck comes in. I am seriously stoked. I took it on a test drive around Nanaimo with Jared, dropped in to see Geoff, dropped by Tasha's but she wasn't home. Took it for a burn on the highway. For a car with this many clicks it absolutelly purrs :) Lucky for me the owner before the person I'm buying it off of was a mechanic, who rebuilt the engine about a year ago. I went to Trish's 18th b-day later that night and didn't drink anything, very proud of myself. Had good chats with Alleah and with Trish about the stuff that's going on in my personal life and it helped alot to hear that I'm not crazy lol. Trish just told me not to let these difficulties destroy the improvements I've made to myself since we split up. I'm not going to let that happen. The new improved actually giving a shit about other people Jordan is here to stay. I just don 't want my new found nature to mean I get taken advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all you're getting out of me today. Much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/scan0001.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/400/scan0001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening To: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making Enemies - Snow Patrol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115229756057092769?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115229756057092769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115229756057092769' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115229756057092769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115229756057092769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/lacks-initiative.html' title='Lacks The Initiative...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115214415418705324</id><published>2006-07-05T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:02:34.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profile Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/Benson%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/320/Benson%20026.jpg" 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/13267916-115214415418705324?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115214415418705324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115214415418705324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115214415418705324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115214415418705324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/profile-pic.html' title='Profile Pic'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115205161508460260</id><published>2006-07-04T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T15:20:15.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So This Is The Part Where We Start Over</title><content type='html'>So due to some talking with friends, about equal amounts of whom were representing each side of the argument, I decided to forgive. I think so far this has been the right decision. I am really enjoying the time we spend together and I would really have missed out if I had severed all contact as I was almost rash to do. It's like one of my favourite sayings goes, "In every decision you make in your life you have but two choices. You can choose hate; or you can choose love. I choose love." I will not choose hate, this has been my goal for the past few months or so, and I think it's really working out for the best. Even when certain people are quick to hate me for extremelly immature reasons. I can still chose not to hate them in return. Lyric time, "I believe that my life's gonna see/ the love I give returned to me." I really wish certain of these people would try to be less petty about this whole thing. I know there are feelings involved on all sides and I repect that but to hate me for liking someone and treating them well is just crazy. I have done nothing to earn such animosity. And to not believe her when she tells you she hasn't done something (which she hasn't) is just a perfect example of a lack of trust. Just think this stuff has to be said. I'm really happy with the way things are right now, and if that should change I will adapt but right now I'm doing the best I can for her and for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115205161508460260?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115205161508460260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115205161508460260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115205161508460260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115205161508460260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-this-is-part-where-we-start-over.html' title='So This Is The Part Where We Start Over'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115183239484067039</id><published>2006-07-02T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T02:26:34.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What It Is To Burn...</title><content type='html'>ARRRRGGHHHHHH!!! How the fuck could you do that to me? Goddamnit I just don't understand why someone else had to tell me.  Why couldn't you do it? Made a fool outta me again. Last chance, hero. You made your choice now stick with it. i'm nobody's bitch and you just threw away something good for what was easy. Congrats. I hope you got what you wanted out of me. Shame on me for thinking we might have something. You are obviously too scared of something actually working out for the better. I hope you enjoy your life of monotony and angst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115183239484067039?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115183239484067039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115183239484067039' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115183239484067039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115183239484067039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-it-is-to-burn.html' title='What It Is To Burn...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115178344882703431</id><published>2006-07-01T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:50:48.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"So Are You Guys Dating?"...."Well I think I'm Dating Her. But I'm Not Sure If She's Dating Me"</title><content type='html'>hahaha I love my conversations with Matt. So anyway. Did sound for the indie show last night which was a rockin' good time. Happy Canada Day everbody. I sadly have to work a closing shift tonight...boourns. But I hope everyone else has a good time celebrating the amazing country in which we live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115178344882703431?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115178344882703431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115178344882703431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115178344882703431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115178344882703431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-are-you-guys-datingwell-i-think-im.html' title='&quot;So Are You Guys Dating?&quot;....&quot;Well I think I&apos;m Dating Her. But I&apos;m Not Sure If She&apos;s Dating Me&quot;'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115152568384052389</id><published>2006-06-28T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T13:15:37.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Jack's Epidermal Cells...</title><content type='html'>I get cancer I kill Jack. Yeah okay so a couple days of sun soaking, some river. Some sun-burn, a little bit of food bourne illness. A splash of shopping. Some drinking and dancing. A little bit of casual confusion. Some extremelly comfortable tandem sleeping followed by some extreme lip-biting. One day of totally crashing out around the house. Board games night at R+K's and waking up this morning still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115152568384052389?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115152568384052389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115152568384052389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115152568384052389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115152568384052389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-jacks-epidermal-cells.html' title='I Am Jack&apos;s Epidermal Cells...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115129611376218389</id><published>2006-06-25T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:30:34.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Great Day</title><content type='html'>So today has been fantastic. I got up at 6. worked from 7-11. came home did the dishes, cleaned my room and did some laundry. Then Tasha and I went to bible camp. Hell yeah. We were the heathens representing. We got to watch a baptism and so swimming and do a rope swing and eat burgers and cake. And have people wonder whether or not I'm "just" Tasha's friend. It was cool. Got to meet Tasha's dad and sister as well. Apparently I was described as "Freakishly Normal" (compared to Chris I guess). All the hardcore christ lovin' was a big childhood flashback for me. If case any of you don't know, my parents were both ministers while I was growing up. Yeah so I just kinda followed Tash around and we talked and what not. All in all I had a really good time. Oh and I have no idea what my fav song of all time is apparently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115129611376218389?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115129611376218389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115129611376218389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115129611376218389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115129611376218389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/06/really-great-day.html' title='Really Great Day'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115074756203157413</id><published>2006-06-19T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:06:02.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Laughs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Me In Grade 9 Baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115074756203157413?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115074756203157413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115074756203157413' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115074756203157413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115074756203157413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-laughs.html' title='For Laughs...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115069991267737338</id><published>2006-06-18T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:51:52.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made A Fool Outta Me</title><content type='html'>Am I wasting my time persuing things with you? Because if you don't really give a shit about me then just say so.  What happened last night was so wrong in so many ways. You left me hanging in the breeze and if there's one thing I don't like it's being manipulated and made to look like a fool. If you really want to see what could happen then you should spend some time getting to know me. Because if you knew me you wouldn't have led me on a wild goose chase at the expense of my better judgement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-115069991267737338?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115069991267737338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115069991267737338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115069991267737338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115069991267737338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/06/made-fool-outta-me.html' title='Made A Fool Outta Me'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115024559477737655</id><published>2006-06-13T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T17:39:54.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Boredom Comix...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/scan0003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/320/scan0003.1.jpg" 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/13267916-115024559477737655?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115024559477737655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115024559477737655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115024559477737655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115024559477737655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-boredom-comix.html' title='More Boredom Comix...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-115017843723835519</id><published>2006-06-12T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:06:48.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/scan0001.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/400/scan0001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click On it For Larger Version...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery Man? These Things Just cannot stand the hottness of my butt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/scan0002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/400/scan0002.jpg" 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/13267916-115017843723835519?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/115017843723835519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=115017843723835519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115017843723835519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/115017843723835519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-bored.html' title='So Bored...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114991167354486725</id><published>2006-06-09T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:54:33.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home?</title><content type='html'>In the grand scheme of things my heart was never in Nanaimo. I always lived with the assumption that, no matter what, Victoria would always feel like home. I was wrong. I went back to Victoria last Monday and saw a bunch of people I hadn't seen in five years and went and saw my old houses and neighbourhoods. I realized that they weren't mine anymore. So here's the story frame-by-frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday June 5th 10:30 AM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I board the greyhound south which I used to ride every second weekend when I would visit my mom throughout grades 11 and 12. I was excited to see some old friends and extremelly stoked to see the Bright Eyes show at the Royal Theatre. Driving through the outskirts of Victoria I took in the sights and locations from my childhood with vigour and excitement. I had finally come back where I belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive in downtown Victoria; drinking in all the familiar sights and buildings. So excited for what's to come. My old best friend d'Arcy's dad picks me up and we go pick up my ticket and then run around doing some errands while d'Arcy is still at work. So we run around doing errands and whatnot and then decide to hit the Arby's in Mayfair mall where I randomly run into Leila who I apparently never told I was moving oops. That was five years ago. She basically assaults me as soon as she sees me which was nice :). We go pick up one of Dan's (d'Arcy's dad) prizes that he won on a radio call in show. I can't believe he's still as into those contests as he always was. We head out to Prospect Lake where d'Arcy's working on cleaning the moss off of a roof for his dad's company. I meet his buddies who also work for Dan's company. We head back to d'Arcy's place to wait out them finishing the house. Have a beer watch some Cold Mountain then head back to pick up d'Arcy. We all grab some booze head back to the pad and I have one beer and one barbequed burger before I gotta catch the bus downtown to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get downtown and I run into Chris Thompson and his gf standing out front of the Royal Theatre. I say hey and go look for a merch table of which there is none. Well I wait around and the opening band starts and turns out to be just one dude with a sampler making loops as he goes and building songs from them it was so cool. On one of the songs he was making a bunch of bird noises as a soundscape and he asked the audience if anyone could do a moose impression and he turned the mic to the audience and some dude yelled "MOOOOOOSSSEEEEEE!!!" and so for the rest of the song periodically there would be this big Moose call and a loop of everybody laughing afterward. Finally at the end of the song the dude sang MOOOOSSEEEEE into the mic and everybody cheered it was fucking great. So then Bright Eyes comes out and plays an amazing set. He played so many of my favs "Lover I Don't Have To Love", "Ship In A Bottle", "Take It Easy (Love Nothing)" I was so impessed with how they managed to replicate the music from Digital Ash In A Digital Urn with only a six piece band. The slide guitar player Mike Mogis was absolutely phenominal he also played lead guitar and Bass. I get out of the show head back to the bus stop and while I'm waiting for the Bus who walks by but MEGHAN!! I was like what are you doing here. Apparently she had been at the show too with her brother that's so cool. I hop off the bus a stop early and take a walk past the house I used to live in and I get this weird feeling looking at it and realizing how long it had been since I had lived there. I wander back to d'Arcy's and the whole walk feels like an odd case of deja vu. I look into a car window at my reflection and realize just how much I've changed since I moved away. This was no longer my neighbourhood. The playground of my youth had turned into a strange place. So I get to d'Arcy's and he's not there so Dan offers to drive me to Kevin's place who's another guy I went to school with. We see d'Arcy walking along the road and he says he's been at Maude Hunter's Pub and he was heading home. I tell him to get his ass back to the pub and have a beer with me. So we head in, and a beer turns out to be splitting two pitchers, I grab a Burger and fries. We walk home and crash out for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 AM Tuesday June 6th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning d'Arcy leaves for work and I talk to Leila on MSN and she agrees to come over and pick me up so we head down to Cadboro Bay which is the beach I used to hang out at since I was like 10 years old. We walk along the ocean just talking about stuff that's happened to both of us in the past five years and where we're going in life. She's had a real rough time of it since I've been gone. Her dad committed suicide and she got involved with drug dealers and such. So we talk about stuff. I can't stop talking about Trish and how proud I am of all the stuff she's doing now. Leila asks me why were not still together if I care about her so much and I tell her the whole story and how much of an idiot I was and she tells me she's surprised I'd had two long term relationships over the five years considering I was always single in Vic and never commited to anything or anyone including her before I left. We grab some ice cream and sit down on the grass and talk some more. I think we were both so glad to see each other and so wierded out by it that things were kinda strange for a bit but it was still cool. She drives me downtown where I hit the Mountain Equipment Co-Op and buy a shirt some shades and a nalgene bottle. I head to Market Square where I hit Bead World and pick up some hemp and beads and a book on braiding hemp. I head to Sport Chek to see if my old buddy Nick is working.... he's not. I find out that my buddy Neil moved to Australia and my buddy Brian is now working construction after getting over a Cocaine habit. I eat lunch on the rooftop at The Sticky Wicket and almost buy a Wales National Team rugby jersey but it was really expensive so I declined. I grab the 4:45 greyhound home meet some charcters along the way and arrive home with some pretty great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and upon getting home go on eBay and buy a Wales Rugby hat for $12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114991167354486725?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114991167354486725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114991167354486725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114991167354486725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114991167354486725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/06/home.html' title='Home?'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114897139162176035</id><published>2006-05-29T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:44:47.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack To My Life</title><content type='html'>SOUNDTRACK TO YOUR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres how it works:&lt;br /&gt;Open your choice of music player [iTunes, Limewire, Kazaa, ect.] and put it on shuffle. Press play. For every question type the song thats on. And when you go to a new question press the next button. No cheating. Ready?GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening credit: The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up: Tomorrow - Ryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average day: All Night Long - Joe Walsh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: Same - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love: Lover's Spit - Broken Social Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight scene: Out Of My Mind - John Mayer Trio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up: Bliss - Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back together: Duet - Sigur Ros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret love: Brown Sugar - Ryan Adams (Rolling Stones Cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's okay: To Be Young (is to be sad, is to be high) - Ryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental breakdown: Stab - Built To Spill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving: I Can't Remember - Mogwai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning a lesson: July, July - The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep thought: Nothing Gets Crossed Out - Bright Eyes (so perfect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: Hard Way To Fall - Ryan Adams &amp;amp; The Cardinals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partying: Ten Gallon Ascots - Tapes 'n Tapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy dance: Battlestar Scralatchtica - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting: Buddy Holly (Acoustic) - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long night alone: Reasons To Lie - Whiskytown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death scene: Old Soul Song (For The New World Order) - Bright Eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114897139162176035?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114897139162176035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114897139162176035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114897139162176035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114897139162176035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/05/soundtrack-to-my-life.html' title='Soundtrack To My Life'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114878021604418891</id><published>2006-05-27T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T18:36:56.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Art From Jo's Sketchbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/320/scan0002.jpg" 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/13267916-114878021604418891?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114878021604418891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114878021604418891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114878021604418891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114878021604418891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-art-from-jos-sketchbook.html' title='Some Art From Jo&apos;s Sketchbook'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114868555284876530</id><published>2006-05-26T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:19:12.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz...</title><content type='html'>Two Names You Go By:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jordan&lt;br /&gt;2. Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Parts of Your Heritage:&lt;br /&gt;1. Welsh&lt;br /&gt;2. Scottish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;1. JNCO shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. Tom &amp; Jerry Boxers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Would Want in a Relationship:&lt;br /&gt;1. spontanaiety/adventure&lt;br /&gt;2. mutual understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of Your Favorite Hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1. Playing Guitar&lt;br /&gt;2. Listening To Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want Really Badly At The Moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. Love&lt;br /&gt;2. Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pets you had/have:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tuxedo, Cat&lt;br /&gt;2. Shasta, Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people who will fill this out:&lt;br /&gt;1. Person ?&lt;br /&gt;2. Me haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you did last night:&lt;br /&gt;1. Played DnD&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Favorite Places to eat:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pubs&lt;br /&gt;2. Pirate Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two People that live in your house:&lt;br /&gt;1. Matt&lt;br /&gt;2. Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cran-Raspberry Muffin&lt;br /&gt;2.  3 meat Samosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people you Last Talked To:&lt;br /&gt;1. Matt&lt;br /&gt;2. Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You're doing tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. Work&lt;br /&gt;2. watching x-men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you should be doin right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. having a shower&lt;br /&gt;2. I dunno making dinner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114868555284876530?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114868555284876530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114868555284876530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114868555284876530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114868555284876530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/05/quiz.html' title='Quiz...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114850510999524066</id><published>2006-05-24T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:11:50.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Forget To Mention...</title><content type='html'>how awesome the new tool album is? Because it's so damn good. And you can spend the entire CD tripping out with the cool 3D artwork in the packaging. Very Cool.  Yeah I gotta say much better than the new Pearl Jam even though that album is really good. And I finally bought Walk The Line today cuz I found the special edition again. Umm yeah got a new battery put in my watch that's been dead for like a year. That's cool. It's a nice watch i'm glad I can wear it again. I think I'm gonna go to Improv tonight. Let's see if that gets awkward at all. If it does I'll just keep not going after tonight. Why does one stupid decision have such far reaching consequences in so many areas of my life. This thing will not die. It's like cancer. Even if you rip it out there's still some left deep down rotting you from the inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114850510999524066?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114850510999524066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114850510999524066' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114850510999524066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114850510999524066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/05/did-i-forget-to-mention.html' title='Did I Forget To Mention...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114819537885870301</id><published>2006-05-20T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:11:21.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannonball</title><content type='html'>This is not meant to be taken as anything but some mild introspection. I'm learning to take a step back and look at my actions from the outside and how they affect those around me. I'm doing my best. I hope you guys have started to notice at least a little difference when hanging around me. I think I finally realize what kind of people I want to surround myself with and unfortunately for some this will mean that I will be civil and friendly but not intimate. I need to be able to trust those who are closest to me so therefore I believe your friends should have earned your respect to the point where you can trust them above all. I'm tired of being a destructive influence on myself and I finally realized at Alleah's party that who I want to be is not the guy I have been. Thank you to those of you who didn't question my moments of solemnity at the party but accepted and talked with me you have taken giant steps up in my respect. If you're at a party going around and giving people a hard time because they appear to not to be having as good a time as you think you are having I think you are missing something. My entertainment and enjoyment is not your resposibility. I get more annoyed when I'm out just kinda hanging out but not being wild and crazy and people rag on me for my personality. I'm not a raging partier. I'm more of a quiet, contemplative observer whether drunk or sober and I hope people can accept that. The other night at the 70 below I was basically attacked for my drink choices and the fact that I wasn't being loopy and drunk. I got this comment "What are you like 70 years old?". Why does "enjoying our youth" have to mean getting blasted and acting like complete morons? I've been there and done that and it never gained me any sort of real emotional connection with those around me. I guess what I'm really looking for is a real love. A love that will feel so natural that I can just relax and silently bask in it while giving equally back. I'm tired of games. Games don't get anybody anywhere, just back here where I've been for way too long. I guess I didn't need another kind of green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not hard to fall when you float like a cannonball."&lt;br /&gt;~Damien Rice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114819537885870301?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114819537885870301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114819537885870301' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114819537885870301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114819537885870301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/05/cannonball.html' title='Cannonball'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114789820458656901</id><published>2006-05-17T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T16:00:22.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm Buying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/photo_streetmate_silver.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/320/photo_streetmate_silver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100+ mpg&lt;br /&gt;70 km/h top speed&lt;br /&gt;Insurance: $20-$40 per month&lt;br /&gt;Gas: Full Tank = $3.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this little ditty from barbs Blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open iTunes/iPod or Windows Media Player to answer the following. Go to your library. Answer, no matter how embarrassing it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs? 1041&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sort by artist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First artist: 54-40&lt;br /&gt;Last artist: Yo La Tengo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sort by song title&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Song: (Nice Dream) - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;Last Song: Zoot Suit Riot – Cherry Poppin' Daddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sort by time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortest Song:&lt;br /&gt;Two Way Tie at 1:02 = Sunshine and Clouds and Everything Proud – Clap Your Hands Say Yeah / Our Spring Is Sweet Not Fleeting – Of Montreal&lt;br /&gt;Longest Song: Fear Satan – Mogwai 16:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sort by album&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Album: A Crow Left Of The Murder - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;Last Album: You Forgot it In People – Broken Social Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs come up when you search for "sex" - 3&lt;br /&gt;How many songs come up when you search for "death"? - 14 (Come on I have a Death Cab Album on here)&lt;br /&gt;How many songs come up when you search for "love"? - 80&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114789820458656901?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114789820458656901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114789820458656901' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114789820458656901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114789820458656901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-im-buying.html' title='So I&apos;m Buying...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114782557703482648</id><published>2006-05-16T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:26:17.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin' On Sunshine</title><content type='html'>How fuckin' nice is the weather right now? This is kick ass. I'm heading down to Barsby in a bit to check out whatever play they're putting on right now. Just sitting here listening to tunes and vegging out. No new news to share so I'll cut this short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114782557703482648?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114782557703482648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114782557703482648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114782557703482648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114782557703482648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/05/walkin-on-sunshine.html' title='Walkin&apos; On Sunshine'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114773463308351923</id><published>2006-05-15T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T08:55:29.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woman Of My Heart's The Apple of Your Eye</title><content type='html'>Yah, so I'm going to see Bright Eyes in Victoria on June the fifth and I'm sooo excited. Bright Eyes will kick so much ass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMMENDMENT:&lt;br /&gt;Turns out Dashboard Confessional is playing JULY 9th not June so I'll be able to go if I can find someone to come with me and split a room/hang with me for two days. Tasha I'm looking in your direction.... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114773463308351923?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114773463308351923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114773463308351923' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114773463308351923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114773463308351923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/05/woman-of-my-hearts-apple-of-your-eye.html' title='The Woman Of My Heart&apos;s The Apple of Your Eye'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114765273701464856</id><published>2006-05-14T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T17:25:37.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>So I feel bad that I said I'd come to Tasha's b-day party and then realized with where she lived and my lack of a vehicle there would be no way I could make it back downtown for work this morning at 7 am. Sorry Tasha. I would have loved to have come if circumstances were different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114765273701464856?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114765273701464856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114765273701464856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114765273701464856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114765273701464856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/05/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114757658897773178</id><published>2006-05-13T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:16:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Profile Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7309/1159/320/scan0001.jpg" 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/13267916-114757658897773178?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114757658897773178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114757658897773178' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114757658897773178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114757658897773178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-profile-pic.html' title='New Profile Pic'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114723414265833414</id><published>2006-05-09T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:19:10.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Living It Right?</title><content type='html'>Today....YES!! This was an awesome day. Today I planted a tree. Today I bought a printer/scanner/copier and printed out my tatoo design. On the way to buy the printer we were driving up commercial street and we were stopped at a red light. Matt was checking out some girls on the left side of the road and I said "Screw that!! Check out those two girls with the ladder on the other side...damn!!" And it turns out to be .....duh...duh...duh.... Meghan and Lisa. HAHAHA!! So anyway. I get back home, set up my printer and all, and then decide to take a walk downtown, catch some sun, and say hi to Meghan and Lisa who are working on Kidz Fest. So I head down there, say "Hi". Feel awkward, and leave. Yah. So I walk to Maffeo Sutton Park and run into my buddy Steve who works at Music Maxx, and is one hell of a guitar player and sound guy. So we head to Steve's new place which is like two blocks away from mine and pick up his acoustic, head to my place, pick up mine, leave the cases behind and jam out on our way down to the waterfront again. We chill on a picnic table for like three hours just jammin' on tunes we know and having a ball. Good Times. Head back up to his place and on the way two really good looking girls are sitting on the patio of the Timmy Ho's and they Yell across the street at us "Come serenade us!!" Now I was all up for it but Steve was being all whiny cuz he was hungry so we never crossed the street to wow them with our madd skillz yo. Anyway, get back to Steve's, play some more guitar, and discuss the demise of both of our relationships. We both slept with other girls while on a break. hmmm. We eat some rediculously spicy Tacos, have some fries, and some Appleton's and Coke. Then chill and do some tech work on his Bass players axe which is sounding all fucked up. We change the intonation and it gets slightly better, at least enough so it won't sound like ass tomorrow night at the Queens. I get kinda tired so I head home and here I am. All-in-all a pretty awesome day. Thanks for prettying it up Lisa and Meghan. Love you guys hope you had fun with the rest of your gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114723414265833414?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114723414265833414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114723414265833414' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114723414265833414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114723414265833414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/05/am-i-living-it-right.html' title='Am I Living It Right?'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114686957401103280</id><published>2006-05-05T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:14:55.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Alright To Be A Res-Tech</title><content type='html'>I'm sooo happy. Me, Ky, and Megs all got Res Tech Positions at Mal for next year which means I'll finally have a key!! Woohoo!! My first training gig is one June 2nd. Leon offered me a gig with Anthony for Willy Wonka for 3 days but I'm working so it looks like Ky will get that. Oh well should be cool for him. I really can't wait to get back to school next year it's gonna be awesome. I miss everybody already. It's so weird spending so much of your time with people and then suddenly having all this freedom. I miss the Theatre. Oh well I'm having a kick ass time hiking, and climbing at the romper room, and just other random summer style adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114686957401103280?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114686957401103280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114686957401103280' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114686957401103280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114686957401103280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-alright-to-be-res-tech.html' title='It&apos;s Alright To Be A Res-Tech'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114652429297753315</id><published>2006-05-01T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T15:58:12.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Honest Thoughts About 15 People</title><content type='html'>1.  I respect you more than anyone but only recently have I been able to crack the shell of your self-defensive attitude. You are the kind of person I could see being long-term friends with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Your maturity level is not what you think it is. You have a lot of growing up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have no respect for what you did, and you should be overwhelmingly relieved you somehow got away with it. You have an ego that doesn't match your abilities. Learn some modesty and you might just achieve something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  You are genuine and kind-hearted, everyone likes you, and you deserve it. I just wish you'd be more serious about plans you make with people. If you keep not showing up it could jeporadize our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  You are too nice for your own good. Everyone needs intimacy, I think you need to let people in past the facade. I'd give anything to know what you're really like deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  You are in a hurry to get your life going and you're missing the scenery along the way. Slow down and enjoy your youth while you have it. Make some mistakes you'll be better for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  You need to cheer up and realize that you have friends who love and support you. There is more to life than what you have been dwelling on. I think when you change your focus what you've been striving for will come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Stop sending me Christian propaganda. I made my choice years ago and the “christian message” is not what I need in my life. I miss you and I hope you're well, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  What kind of monster did you turn into, we used to be so close and then you became completely egotistical and threw it all away. We used to have such a good time, where did the fun-lover go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  You are so enthusiastic about your own realizations about the world and adopting concepts that others have come up with you are starting to lose your own identity. Step back from the gimmicks and take your insights as just that. Your moments of clarity need not be broadcasted to raise your own esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  You need to stop being his defender he is old enough to do that himself now. You have to recognize the weaknesses in your friends in order to better understand their strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I wonder where you are, you obviously couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  You need to stop apologizing for everything you do and get some therapy for your completely depressed self-depricating attitude, it's not that we don't like you we just get depressed whenever your around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  You need to get off your ass and get out of the house and stop living in regrets. Be less selfish and lower your ego you might have more friends and less aquaintances. You need to pursue your goals rather than stating them and seeing the path and never taking the first steps towards them. You are strong (and you know it) but maybe it's time to show a little weakness and humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  You need to grow up...fast. Stop relying on others and stand on your own two feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114652429297753315?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114652429297753315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114652429297753315' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114652429297753315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114652429297753315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/05/15-honest-thoughts-about-15-people.html' title='15 Honest Thoughts About 15 People'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114642081128699667</id><published>2006-04-30T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T11:13:31.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Mud On The Tires</title><content type='html'>Okay, so depressed Jordan is done with for a bit after a nice conversation over a sunny walk and ice cream with a certain someone. Some unaired stuff got said and I'd like to think a little more understanding was reached. Matt's trying to hook me up with one of his friends so we'll see how that works out. lol. I have to work my third closing shift in a row tonight which blows but meh it'll end and then it's the weekend. James' party was fun, had a few beers and a good time all in all. My favourite part was when I was talking with the boys in the dining room and I was like "Yah, so Becky's got a hot ass." and I hear "Thanks" from the living room and we all burst out laughing.  As soon as my tax return comes in I'm getting my tatoo. Which is my family motto "For Good, For Glory, Good Is Enough" in Welsh Elizabethan Calligraphy on an aged scroll on my back. Fun Stuff. Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114642081128699667?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114642081128699667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114642081128699667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114642081128699667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114642081128699667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-mud-on-tires.html' title='A Little Mud On The Tires'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114586111203608570</id><published>2006-04-23T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:45:12.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Swing</title><content type='html'>After a few days of optimistic euphoria, I've come down into what I now recognize as the precursory stages of depression. I need to get out of this. I'm living in regrets right now, I so badly wish that after so long the death of my relationship hadn't been such a horror filled tragedy fest. I'm such a fucking skeeze. Okay, I know deep down that I'm not that bad of a guy but what I did was really fucking scummy. I went to the pool last night with Matt &amp; Jay and I couldn't help but think of the cute girl in the yellow bikini way back like 4 years ago. Holy shit, it's been 4 years since then. I missed her again today when I was walking downtown with Matt. I proved to myself that what was said about it only being about the sex wasn't true. I don't miss the sex the most; I miss my best friend. Stop fucking crying Jordan. Fuck. I quit, see everyone tomorrow at the English Exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114586111203608570?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114586111203608570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114586111203608570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114586111203608570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114586111203608570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/04/low-swing.html' title='Low Swing'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114568778281167279</id><published>2006-04-21T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:36:22.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Apparently all your comments have gone missing since I switched from unknowingly having comment moderation on. So thanks for the comments I'll never read It now seems as if you never wrote them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114568778281167279?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114568778281167279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114568778281167279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114568778281167279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114568778281167279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/04/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114557707157558831</id><published>2006-04-20T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T16:51:11.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright Indie Music Post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mogwai = Teh Winz&lt;br /&gt;The Decemberists = Fun Ambient Noise&lt;br /&gt;Clap Your Hands Say Yeah = Le Awesome&lt;br /&gt;Yo La Tengo = Interesting&lt;br /&gt;Panic! At The Disco = Fall Out Boy With Indie Cred *Blech*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I picked up an album by Castle Project a dude from Vancouver called Diaries of a Broken Heart and it's fucking awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yeah...Built To Spill Rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114557707157558831?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114557707157558831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114557707157558831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114557707157558831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114557707157558831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/04/alright-indie-music-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114525537344609954</id><published>2006-04-16T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:28:42.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Step Past Indecision</title><content type='html'>This is not really a post more of a ramble. If you're reading this you must have run out of good blogs to read and finally decided to check mine. Well guess what? It's not gonna get any better. This is just the spot where all the mumbo jumbo in my mind comes out. Thought for today. . . How do you give a depressed person constructive criticism if depressed people naturally dwell on the negative things they perceive you think about them? Should I lie, should I just stick to the positives and not offer suggestions or criticisms? Hmmm. Today was interesting. Went to my dad's for Easter dinner. We had lamb, jambalaya, and a New Orleans salad. I ate some brocolli and remarked, "Hmmm, tastes like work." Wonderful, nicely stated boy-o. Oh well easter chocolate eggs are tre awesome. Willenium party turned out to be pretty fun. A girl was hitting on me and I totally snubbed her unintentionally. whoops. I guess it's just that I wasn't looking for anyone so I didn't really catch on. Smart Boy Jordan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114525537344609954?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114525537344609954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114525537344609954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114525537344609954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114525537344609954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-step-past-indecision.html' title='Just A Step Past Indecision'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114488167197602595</id><published>2006-04-12T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:51:43.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Figment Of My Own Imagination</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get the feeling nobody gives a shit about you? Like you could dissapear in the middle of something and it would take a while for people to notice your absense? I'm getting that feeling lately. I got the feeling from talking to Mike that I wasn't one of their top choices to be a Res-Tech next year and I don't know why. Everything I've done this year has been to meet that end. What more did I have to do? I'm not the friendliest of people but I'm certainly not the least. It just seems like I exist around people but I can't seem to connect on a personal level with the people I so badly want to. There are people in the program who I would kill to be close with and they seem to be the people furthest away from me emotionally. What can I do to break down these walls. Did I do something to build them? Am I that unapproachable? Does anybody miss me when I'm not around? The only person in the program to call me and invite me to anything is Geoff. All Year!! Maybe it's just me who calls people and asks them if they want to do something. Why do I have to invite myself everywhere? I'm tired of making all the efforts to be social and then feeling invisible when I get there. Is this just insecurity? Or is this just a smaller projection of my own sense of self-worth. I am looking for validation. None is happening. Maybe I project traits that are inhuman or something. I don't know. I just wish I fucking mattered to somebody. I feel so....replacable. I'm so lost right now. I don't know where I stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114488167197602595?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114488167197602595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114488167197602595' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114488167197602595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114488167197602595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-figment-of-my-own-imagination.html' title='I&apos;m A Figment Of My Own Imagination'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13267916.post-114437577615366977</id><published>2006-04-06T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T03:18:31.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Not To Dance</title><content type='html'>There's never a good reason to be petty and I'm trying not to do it. But sometimes when people who have absolutely no real life experience think they are "wise-beyond-their-years" really pisses me off. There's a freaking reason I'm not a perfect person, there are several. But to hold your own innocence up as perfection incarnate is just superficial bullshit.  I hope maybe one day you'll see that real life is alot more confusing than you make it out to be. If you continue to discount people at their weakest moments and only consider their redemption to be some expectation you have of "how things aught to be" you are in for a surprise because that naivety is going to get you hurt in the real world. Your rights to attack my choices have been voided. You have no claims to my redemption anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13267916-114437577615366977?l=proverbialride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/feeds/114437577615366977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13267916&amp;postID=114437577615366977' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114437577615366977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13267916/posts/default/114437577615366977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proverbialride.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-not-to-dance.html' title='How Not To Dance'/><author><name>Joe Guitar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848586871790559026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nn-hW5Kh-0Y/SH4kPc_gmLI/AAAAAAAAABo/iogFxll3ir4/S220/SP+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
