<?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-3274394</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:07:35.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>.:perplexed:.</title><subtitle type='html'>The who, what, when, where, and why of my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>526</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-112374734931634148</id><published>2005-08-11T01:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T02:02:29.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just one more thinga couple of things actually. wow! that was a quick turn around between those last two posts. what was i going to say? oh! jack johnson's "in between dreams" is such an awesome album. totally relaxing, plus his voice is oozes sexiness. and dial-up service is soooooooo slow! there was something else, but... eh, forget it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/112374734931634148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/112374734931634148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112374734931634148' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-112374713057949676</id><published>2005-08-11T01:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T01:58:50.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll have a slice of optimismso, i've come to accept, finally, that everything that has happened to me in the past, i cannot change. all that i can do is accept it and try to make sure that the same mistakes are not repeated in the future. with that, a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders, and you will never be able to fully comprehend how great that feels.instead of wasting my time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/112374713057949676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/112374713057949676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112374713057949676' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-112363243789315364</id><published>2005-08-09T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T18:07:17.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"in my head,it's only in my head"okay, so life has thrown yet another shit storm my way. am i surprised? frankly, no. lately, i've just come to expect that i will be unhappy for an extended period of time. it's great that i got today out of the way though because it was causing me a lot of stress.i don't know when or how i became so uncool. i was once happy with the person that i was. i had hopes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/112363243789315364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/112363243789315364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112363243789315364' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-112250114059698772</id><published>2005-07-27T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T15:53:19.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuckin', fuckin', fuckin', shit!this has got to be the crapiest summer EVER! first of all, i don't know how, but it seems that everyone that i know has mysteriously disappeared save for monique and diedra. what happened to everyone? now, i know i shouldn't feel such bitterness towards my girls, but lately they've been doing really well whilst i get one shit storm after another. i just don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/112250114059698772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/112250114059698772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112250114059698772' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-112077622538916831</id><published>2005-07-07T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:43:45.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello peopleso i'm still alive. i swear to god, absolutely nothing is working out. i'd rather not discuss it. but i'm still alive.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/112077622538916831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/112077622538916831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112077622538916831' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-111826288129126873</id><published>2005-06-08T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T14:34:41.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"such a feeling's coming over me..."I'M CONVINCED THAT EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE FINE. EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT, RIGHT? Just gotta keep on keeping on. Hahahaha... Have you purchased my birthday gift yet?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111826288129126873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111826288129126873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111826288129126873' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-111766706608647723</id><published>2005-06-01T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T17:07:18.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life is hellfor real! i'm completely broke. things just have not been working out for me lately. i got my internet service disconnected! i'm completely cut off from communication with the world. some ghetto guy stole my phone! i can't seem to find a job! i'm so over all of this. in addition, something extremely life altering has happened and i don't know how to go about fixing the problem. well, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111766706608647723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111766706608647723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111766706608647723' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-111629785782887790</id><published>2005-05-16T20:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:44:17.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holla @ ur boy, byotch!so i got all of my grades today. you wanna hear? are you just dying to know so that you can join the celebration? well, boys, i got the dean's list!!! HOLLA!!! so yeah. don't even try to get on my level. hahahaa! hence, my dawgs and i are celebrating the end of yet another successful semester.i went to a party on friday night and someone stole my phone! can you imagine? i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111629785782887790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111629785782887790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111629785782887790' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-111572045080242279</id><published>2005-05-10T04:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T04:20:51.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eeeek!so i have my political science final in about three hours. yep, i sure do. AND I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED STUDYING!!! instead, i spent my night watching to kill a mockingbird. i don't know how i always manage to screw myself. i'm sure that i have some deep unconscious desire to simply self-destruct. hahahaha.. or maybe i'm just lazy. i'm sure it's the latter.i also have to write a paper on to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111572045080242279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111572045080242279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111572045080242279' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-111551801287172936</id><published>2005-05-07T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T20:06:52.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dude!I'm addicted to myspace! it's soooooper craaazy! not much has been going on, but there's a beer calling my name. going out tonight and you better be there byotch!don</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111551801287172936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111551801287172936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111551801287172936' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-111416385944947458</id><published>2005-04-22T03:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T03:57:39.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>because there's nothing else to do late at night...&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;Which Britney Spears are you?Sexy Almost Naked BritneyYou are young and you have nothing to hide. You are a free spirit who has fun dancing and being sexy. You will be old with wrinkles some day, enjoy it while you can.Click Here to Take This QuizBrought to you by YouThink.com quizzes and personality tests.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111416385944947458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111416385944947458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111416385944947458' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-111414278106910207</id><published>2005-04-21T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:07:28.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>virile? hmm.. never been told that.DDaintyOOddNNoisyAAmorousVVirileAAdventurousNNewName / Username:Name Acronym GeneratorFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111414278106910207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111414278106910207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111414278106910207' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-111412107463749096</id><published>2005-04-21T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T16:04:34.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the week just flew right by!i was so deep in getting all of my schoolwork done that the week is already over! thank god, too. i was getting really tired of reading and writing papers. woot-woot!!now, it's thursday: the officialy start of the weekend! what to do? what to do? well, you can't do much on a budget of zero "zdollaz"! however, i'm sure that after i place a few phone calls, there will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111412107463749096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111412107463749096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111412107463749096' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-111400544524755198</id><published>2005-04-20T07:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T07:57:25.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bleh! to procrastination!it's almost 8 o'clock in the morning. i desperately wanted to be on campus before ten o'clock so that i would be guaranteed to be seen by an advisor. however, advisement is just going to have to wait until tomorrow. i have two papers due @ 4 o'clock this afternoon and no clue what i'm going to say in them. i had some outlines and thought that they were going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111400544524755198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111400544524755198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111400544524755198' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-111346151957729763</id><published>2005-04-14T00:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:51:59.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why must i be so poor!?!?oh my god! you would never ever believe the state of poverty that i am! for real! i have no money, no food, and no gas! what in the hell am i supposed to do? i've been broke before, but this is just plain poor! if you should happen to be moved by this, e-mail me and i'll give you an address to send an anthrax laced dollar to. hahahaha!so britney spears is pregnant? well, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111346151957729763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111346151957729763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111346151957729763' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-111297968977582900</id><published>2005-04-08T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T11:01:43.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the love of my life is life-sized barbie dollso, there isn't much to talk about. my car got super bitched up. umm... i've been going out way too much. and i met the love of my life the other night. that's about it. details will come later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111297968977582900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111297968977582900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111297968977582900' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-111204966333834321</id><published>2005-03-28T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T15:41:03.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a short review and a couple of other observationsokay, so i know that i really shouldn't have, but i downloaded the *new* garbage album "bleed like me." i have to say, the album fucking rules! i'm absolutely infatuated with it. which means that come the day its released, i'm going to be so sick of it. but as of now, i LOVE it! everyone make sure to pick up a copy when it's released on april 12!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111204966333834321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111204966333834321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111204966333834321' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-111139256930330654</id><published>2005-03-21T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T01:09:29.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have you seen closer?so to commemorate the end of spring break, diedra and i went to see closer on saturday night. we both felt extremely hung over and were in no mood to actively seek out a party. closer was a good movie, but it made me really sad, especially the part were clive owen and julia roberts get into the argument. "now fuck off and die, you fucking slag!" can you imagine? i felt like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111139256930330654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/111139256930330654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111139256930330654' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-110974602546377284</id><published>2005-03-01T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:47:26.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>self-discipline? what is that?so i am the most horribly lazy person on earth! i did absolutely nothing today! i didn't even go to class today, or yesterday! instead, i slept in and did nothing all day. the only productive thing that i did today was take an online quiz for my accounting class, along with some homework for the course. i have tons and tons of reading to do. in addition to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110974602546377284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110974602546377284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110974602546377284' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-110921315580004607</id><published>2005-02-23T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T19:45:55.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>want to hear something great?well, i took my accounting exam on monday and i got the second highest grade in the class! can you imagine? my hungover ass that didn't even bother to study got the second highest grade! so that made my day that much better. now, i just have to sweat my political science exam that i have tomorrow! bleh to political science! i went to the exam review today, but the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110921315580004607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110921315580004607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110921315580004607' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-110895017202108428</id><published>2005-02-20T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:42:52.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>strange things are afloat.the weekend was great. aside from the fact that i was suffering from extreme exhaustion and a semi-hangover yesterday, the weekend was absolutely fabulous! meek and tash came down and we had two tons of fun on thursday and friday. although, there were a few surreal moments.getting pulled over was a little weird... why? i don't know, it just was.  peacock making burgers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110895017202108428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110895017202108428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110895017202108428' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-110800865371963268</id><published>2005-02-09T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T21:12:11.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you have got to be shitting me!!! i had an entire post that i was completely proud of... now it's gone! dammit!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110800865371963268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110800865371963268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110800865371963268' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-110728130819287922</id><published>2005-02-01T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T11:08:28.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know what you're doing.i have been absolutely lazy lately! i have still not done any schoolwork. however, last night, i completed a chapter of accounting homework. really, it's the only homework that i have besides reading. i absolutely hate reading! although, i'm convinced that the secret to succeeding in your classes is doing the assigned reading. at least that always worked for me. it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110728130819287922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110728130819287922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110728130819287922' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-110685073200713126</id><published>2005-01-27T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T11:32:12.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"it's been a while."you know? like that horrible song? i don't know who sings it, i'm sure some horrible canadian band. anyway, i'm back in school... bleh! actually it's not all that bad. it would be much more convenient if i didn't have to wake up so early on tuesdays and thursday, though. bleh! i swear, i have to wake up before 8! so when i'm in class i'm completely tired.today, was so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110685073200713126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110685073200713126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110685073200713126' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-110427124808022688</id><published>2004-12-28T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T15:00:48.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...And a Happy New Year!so new year's is right around the corner. i have to prepare to make the exact same resolution that i make every year, then forget about by the time i wake up from a hangover: quit drinking so much and get off my fat ass and lose some weight.  hahahaha. however, knowing very well that i won't stick to these damn "resolutions" i'll still make them. what are your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110427124808022688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110427124808022688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110427124808022688' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-110368728551525125</id><published>2004-12-21T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T20:48:05.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bleh!the holidays are fuckin' miserable. i think i'll get drunk now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110368728551525125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110368728551525125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110368728551525125' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-110261235254326133</id><published>2004-12-09T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T10:12:32.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the greatest day, ever!i'm running on less than three hours of sleep.. somewhere between two and two and half. i'm not very tired because i had a large coffee less than an hour ago. i also completed my econ exam within the past hour. i think that i did well on it and i'm cofident that i won't have to take the final. i'm so incredibly sore! dre and i went out to the pulse last night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110261235254326133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110261235254326133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110261235254326133' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-110098721525427765</id><published>2004-11-20T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T14:46:55.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what is wrong with me?i mananged to screw myself so badly by not going to any classes this week! i only attended one class (physics) on monday... and that was it. well, i was gone for a while, but i still could have attended class on thursday and friday. in addition, i think that i had an exam in my econ class on thursday that i missed. oh well... i can still do good in the course because he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110098721525427765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/110098721525427765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110098721525427765' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109943612764641502</id><published>2004-11-02T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T15:55:27.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's election day!i pray that all of you exercised your right, duty, and privilege as an american citizen today. i also pray that you didn't go out of your mind and do something as stupid as waste a vote on an ignorant prick like george w. bush! i cast my vote after class today, quite quickly, thank god. i have to say, voting for my candidate felt extremely liberating. i've done my part. i've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109943612764641502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109943612764641502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109943612764641502' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109824430435696109</id><published>2004-10-19T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T21:51:44.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm back!i finally got my phone back. actually, it's not the phone that i used to have, but i have a phone nonetheless. it kind of sucks because i had so many good numbers in that phone too! :( anyway.. now i get to call people for no reason whatsoever and run up a phone bill that my parents can yell at me about! woo-hoo!i haven't updated in a long time. much has occured. nothing really worth</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109824430435696109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109824430435696109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109824430435696109' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109725682830949421</id><published>2004-10-08T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T11:33:48.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey! call me. oh, wait. you can't.so i lost my phone. don't ask me how, but i did. i'm extremely upset over this as i had some very important numbers in that phone. i don't know anyone's number by heart except my mum, monique, and deidre, so i'm kind of screwed if i want to call anyone. so it goes... all of this sucks. partied extremely hard on wednesday night and walked everywhere and anywhere</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109725682830949421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109725682830949421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109725682830949421' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109694953196879006</id><published>2004-10-04T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T22:12:11.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on the 12-step road to recoveryugh. this was quite possibly the greatest weekend ever.  actually, my friday was a bit weird. i ended up going home to my parents' house. i have to say... i felt like a complete stranger and desperately wanted to return to my apartment. i also saw some people whom i felt like i no longer knew. it's funny how i've become so adjusted to being in albuquerque and not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109694953196879006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109694953196879006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109694953196879006' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109659350295354999</id><published>2004-09-30T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T19:20:15.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i'm late, i'm late, i'm late!...no time for "hello," "goodbye." i'm late, i'm late, i'm late!" you know? like the rabbit from alice in wonderland! if you don't know... then you're an idiot. i just completed my physics homework. i have to say, i finish my homework right away. i'm thinking that i'm going to do very well in the class this time around. woo-hoo.however, no such outlook for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109659350295354999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109659350295354999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109659350295354999' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109634434359879512</id><published>2004-09-27T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T22:06:20.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one more thing!the lobos kicked some major ass in las cruces on saturday.... nmsu aggies can suck a huge dick! go lobos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109634434359879512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109634434359879512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109634434359879512' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109634412827406516</id><published>2004-09-27T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T22:03:16.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sleep is a luxury that not all of us can afford.actually, i could sleep a lot more if i wanted.. if only i could. i swear, regardless of how tired i am, i can never get to bed. then, when i finally do fall asleep.. it's at the most inconvenient times, like noon or something.i went to phoenix with my friends this weekend. it was a pretty crazy time to say the least. partied like the world was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109634412827406516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109634412827406516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109634412827406516' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109581313183368075</id><published>2004-09-21T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T18:32:11.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear issac newton, suck a dick!i am so sick of calculus. i've doing nonstop calculus homework, for what feels like, ten years! we have an exam on thursday so i'm trying to prepare for it. the last thing that i need is to get a bad grade on the exam.ron, my econ professor who always talks about getting drunk, returned our exams today. i was a bit disappointed that i did not do as well as i was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109581313183368075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109581313183368075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109581313183368075' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109554783738539410</id><published>2004-09-18T16:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T16:50:37.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it feels good to accomplish something.well, i can now mark something off of my to-do-list. actually, it was the only thing on my to-do-list as i completed the rest of the tasks yesterday. yep. i did my laundry, washed my car, AND i got two calculus assignments done. i am now ready to go out and have some fun.i'm supposed to meet up with everyone later. i think that we're going to the fair... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109554783738539410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109554783738539410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109554783738539410' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109521173295967661</id><published>2004-09-14T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T19:28:52.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i should be at home... on my death bed!i'm feeling extremely under the weather today. i think that i may have caught a cold over the weekend. if so, that really, really sucks. i hate being sick! i am the biggest baby when i am sick. i only hope that monique has the patience to tolerate my bitching and whining.i didn't even go to class today! my day was completely unproductive. well, not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109521173295967661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109521173295967661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109521173295967661' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109509026497229164</id><published>2004-09-13T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T09:44:24.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i rule!just completed my physics exam. i'm fairly confident that i aced it. however, there was one simple conceptual question that i may have gotten wrong. as for the rest of the test, i do believe that i will get an A. excellent!i'm extremely tired. i took a caffeine pill and drank about three cups of coffee this morning. one would think that i'd be completely awake and ready to go. however,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109509026497229164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109509026497229164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109509026497229164' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109497420002602931</id><published>2004-09-12T01:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T01:30:00.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> dear bitches,i'm all fucked up! today is sunday... and there was a game tonight. i've been drinking my life away lately. isn't that the most disgusting thing you've ever heard? bleh! anyway... everything will be all good until we go out of the country. dones't that sound completely exotic?anyway... adios. a sober post... will cum... EVENTUALLY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109497420002602931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109497420002602931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109497420002602931' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109410229315763667</id><published>2004-09-01T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:18:13.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you must watch it!just got out of watching NAPOLEAN DYNAMITE. i highly recommend that you all go out and see it; especially if you are feeling down and desperately need to laugh. the movie is beyond hysterical!i've made plans to get together with kyle tomorrow! i'm very exciting as i am promised a decent meal (olive garden, yummm!) and i'll get to watch GARDEN STATE. finally!went and say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109410229315763667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109410229315763667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109410229315763667' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109391340534577738</id><published>2004-08-30T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T17:38:20.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wtf?the weekend was a little.. bizarre. first of all, no one bothered to call me. how odd is that? no nate. no chris. no one. fucking no one. in addition, i actually stayed home on friday nite. despite the fact that i was loaded with money and looking completely hot in new clothes. instead, monique, tash and i went to watch THE STEPFORD WIVES @ the dollar theatre. good movie. then, on saturday,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109391340534577738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109391340534577738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109391340534577738' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109330647714082972</id><published>2004-08-23T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T18:14:37.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blah, blah, blah.so the first day of classes was today. due to stupid university regulations, i was unable to register until today! therefore, i have a very crappy schedule. actually, it's a halfway decent schedule. however, i'm bothered by the fact that i have a saturday class, at nine in the morning nonetheless, and an eight o'clock calculus class! *shivers*now, i need to go to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109330647714082972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109330647714082972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109330647714082972' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109269915573116762</id><published>2004-08-16T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T17:32:35.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>most fabulous weekend, ever!despite being extremely broke and extremely hungry, i had an excellent weekend in albuquerque. i got to spend some time in my wretched apartment. i kind of miss waking up to the sound of brewing coffee and street traffic. ahh... only one more week and i shall once again, be a permanent resident.friday, attended a fun party. saturday, danced. could life get any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109269915573116762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109269915573116762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109269915573116762' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-109222082270686906</id><published>2004-08-11T04:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T04:40:22.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> long time gonebefore i begin, to the person who left the rude comment: GROW SOME FUCKIN' BALLS AND LEAVE YOUR NAME! Christ, there is nothing more annoying than an anonymous comment, asshole. (OMG! i just realized who could've left that comment! i'd bet my life that i was some jones character! hmm... let's find out when the comment was posted first. okay, that doesn't really work out, but i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109222082270686906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/109222082270686906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109222082270686906' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108989128367225568</id><published>2004-07-15T05:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T05:34:43.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"all i want is all i need!"okay. so tonight was a great night. i got trashed. not as much as goody frame or cheryl, but i still got trashed. sir neel probably got it on with "easy erica" so he probably had a good night too. the house smells like throw up! bleh! i've tried spraying air freshener in my room, but it doesn't really help. i'm eating nachos and dying to go to bed. "i'm feeling good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108989128367225568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108989128367225568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108989128367225568' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108984070338859041</id><published>2004-07-14T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T15:31:43.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What do you do when all your enemies are friends?"okay, sir neel is supposed to be hosting a "hump day celebration" tonight. do i intend on going? the jury's still out. i'd like to go and hang out, but everyone who will be there will only have one thing on their minds. rather than contribute to the increasingly risky sex that will go on, i might opt to stay home. however, keep in mind that i'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108984070338859041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108984070338859041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108984070338859041' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108962034282279573</id><published>2004-07-12T02:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T02:22:32.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i deserve to be locked up...in a prison for whores. seriously. so sir neel called me tonight while i was at frank's. knowing that frank would go completely crazy if i answered it, i decided to ignore. frank knows everything about me and sir neel, so it's understandable that he'd go crazy. i ignored and denied spending a night with him when it's so obviously something that i'm longing for. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108962034282279573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108962034282279573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108962034282279573' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108954013054149921</id><published>2004-07-11T03:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T04:02:10.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"8 track flashback!"sir neel called me today, just out of the blue. (notice that i called him sir neel and not dick neel.) anyway, it was a little bizarre as i haven't really spoken to him in over two months. i mean, i've seen out, but no actual conversations have transpired from those encounters. however, today, my phone rang and it was him. in addition, the past two nights i've gone to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108954013054149921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108954013054149921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108954013054149921' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108922837492047062</id><published>2004-07-07T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T13:26:14.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"strange things are afoot at the circle K." (was it circle K or 7-11?)how was that last post for melodrama? strange that all of this should have occured. it's almost as though my horoscope predicted that all of this would happen. it says that i should tell the truth and people may overreact but i must not allow myself to also overreact.strange.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108922837492047062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108922837492047062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108922837492047062' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108920011515338360</id><published>2004-07-07T05:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T05:35:15.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm a horrible, horrible personokay, i've cheated on my boyfriend. however, i must pose the question: is it cheating when you're drunk and trying to throw up when another person takes advantage of your desire to get it on? i don't know. i have to say, i feel really horrible right now. i just talked to brian ("bri-bri") and he is very upset with me. i told him exactly what happened. i don't know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108920011515338360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108920011515338360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108920011515338360' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108911029205944689</id><published>2004-07-06T04:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T04:38:12.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not that i'm jealousbut from my understanding, chris tried to get it on with benny tonight. not dick neel, mind you, but "goody frame." anyway, i was with a "friend" of mine tonight, doing what would be sinful in the bibilical sense, when i was interupted by messages from cheryl and goody frame. anyway, i told them what was going on and that i would arrive at there get together fashionably late</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108911029205944689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108911029205944689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108911029205944689' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108841632884175763</id><published>2004-06-28T03:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T03:52:08.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Tis a great day. I am now officially nineteen years old! Woo-hoo! It's June 28th, and yesterday was an excellent day. All of my friends threw me an excellent birthday party with all of the fixings. I hung out with my family and I have the new Beastie Boys cd! Honestly, could life get any better? Plus, as a birthday gift, my mum is paying for my tuition. I don't think that I've ever heard better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108841632884175763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108841632884175763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108841632884175763' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108577161285329366</id><published>2004-05-28T13:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T13:13:32.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i've never seen so many gay guys in my life."so i just got back from LA yesterday. what a draining drive! however, it was all completely worth it as i went to the MADONNA concert! ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! i have to say, it was probably the greatest show that i've ever been to. obviously, i'm completely biased as i'm a total MADONNA fanatic, but it was still extremely great. favorite song performed: tie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108577161285329366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108577161285329366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108577161285329366' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108508858965369890</id><published>2004-05-20T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T13:14:50.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listen up, all you trekkies and tv addicts!i'm having the greatest week ever. going to bed until the wee hours of the morning. waking up until the afternoon. ahhh.... summer is the greatest. actually, when you really think about it, it's completely disgusting. oh well.so, kimberly jean is finally legal (as of yesterday). gave her a call. as usual, she didn't really have anything to say. but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108508858965369890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108508858965369890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108508858965369890' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108499273623687202</id><published>2004-05-19T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T12:52:16.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>divine powersthrough some cosmic, divine force, i actually passed my chemistry class! mind you, i have no clue how this happened. i was absolutely convinced that i was going to fail the class. i'm still convinced that the grade is wrong and it's soon going to be replaced with an F. but until then, i'll bask in the afterglow of knowing that i'm the greatest because i passed my chemistry class! i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108499273623687202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108499273623687202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108499273623687202' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108440948867660591</id><published>2004-05-12T18:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T18:51:28.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am i the greatest? or am i the greatest?so, i've managed to get three B's, thus far. i'm anticipating a B+/A- for my anthropology class, and to drag me down, a D/F for my chemistry class. however, the outpour of decent grades has got me walking on sunshine. "I'm walking on sunshine! Whoa!" how sad that i've quoted that hideous song!anyhoo. i'm completely finished with this semester. it feels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108440948867660591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108440948867660591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108440948867660591' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108405806176578296</id><published>2004-05-08T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T17:17:37.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have the MOST awesome news!i've kicked ass on all of the exams that i've taken thus far. And,  I WILL BE ATTENDING THE FIRST MADONNA SHOW IN LA ON MAY 24TH!!!!!!!!!! can life get any better? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108405806176578296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108405806176578296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108405806176578296' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108326941942209754</id><published>2004-04-29T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T14:13:25.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to sleepi'm so extremely tired! the exhaustion that i am feeling cannot continue to proceed or else i'll eventually drop dead! ugh... but i guess i must continue on. i have two chemistry assignments and a Spanish project that i have to finish tonight. i have my work cut out for me.i'll just sit here and enjoy my lunch from taco bell... yumm! actually, it's not that good. i'd much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108326941942209754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108326941942209754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108326941942209754' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108304561607269874</id><published>2004-04-27T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T00:03:20.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear stress, FUCK YOU!so i went to the bursar's office today and was basically told that once again, UNM would like to fuck me. therefore, i can't register tomorrow like i should. that leads to me worrying about whether or not i'll get to enroll in the classes that i need to. what if they fill up and close? triggered stress. then, i figured that since i have a financial hold, i won't be able to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108304561607269874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108304561607269874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108304561607269874' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108274718795004944</id><published>2004-04-23T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T13:09:28.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"hunger hurts, and i want him, so bad, oh it kills!"i have TONS and TONS of reading that i really need to do! i'm really worried about whether or not i'm going to get my financial aid back in the fall. i was so concerned with getting enough credits that i completely forgot to think about my gpa. as long as i pass my chemistry class with a C, i'll be okay. i think that i'm bordering on Bs and As</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108274718795004944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108274718795004944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274718795004944' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108261703312297438</id><published>2004-04-22T00:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T01:00:11.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know you wish you were hereso monique and i spent the night trying to learn the dances of justin timberlake's "like i love you" video. yes, we are that great. anyway... it took us a very long time just to learn about five seconds of dance. (it's incredibly hard.) we didn't finish; i'm determined to learn it in it's entirety.i have reading that needs to be done, but instead i'm over here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108261703312297438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108261703312297438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108261703312297438' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108173523818308783</id><published>2004-04-11T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T20:03:26.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trust no one.it's always deeply disturbing when my horoscope hits the nail right on the head. i'm not feeling to well today. in fact, i'm feeling a little empty. i was wishing for great easter weather and a huge dinner with friends and family. instead, i get a sore body and extreme laziness in freezing temperatures. oh well.  my weekend was fun, even though last night really sucked. i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108173523818308783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108173523818308783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108173523818308783' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108129535041946017</id><published>2004-04-06T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T17:51:53.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chem lab blowsi hate chemistry lab with a passion. however, this week has not been as bad as usual. why? well, i had my pre-lab done ahead of time and the experiment went by fast. in fact, for once, we were one of the first groups done. woo-hoo! i guess i should start showing up prepared to ease my stress level. obviously. *rolls eyes*so, i have about a million and one things to do tonight. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108129535041946017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108129535041946017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108129535041946017' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-108028749956142153</id><published>2004-03-26T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T00:54:10.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing beats coffee and cigarettesso i just got back from hanging out with monique and herschel tonight. god bless dunkin' donuts! yeah... so, i just realized today that i missed yet ANOTHER psychology exam on monday! you know what that means? that means that all hope for getting an A in that class. however, i computed my grade and i can still pass the class with a C even if i get D's on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108028749956142153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/108028749956142153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108028749956142153' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107999013536379778</id><published>2004-03-22T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T14:18:03.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH MY FUCKIN' GOD!okay... just found out that MADONNA is going to go on tour this summer! how amazingly awesome is that? as i didn't get to go to the last time she toured, i'm absolutely dying to go this time! i must find a way to go. anyway... i just thought that i'd share the news. it made my day. i'm dying to go. someone take me. :((wow.. two posts in one day. i'm on a roll.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107999013536379778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107999013536379778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107999013536379778' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107998891556206431</id><published>2004-03-22T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T13:57:43.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so much for updating on a regular basis.is my life so uneventful that i have absolutely nothing to post? well, yes and no. because i can't really recall anything exciting happening in since the last post, i'll explain the current situation.well, i'm scrambling to get all of the reading done for my religion paper that is due tomorrow. i'm extremly indecisive and decided to do my paper on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107998891556206431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107998891556206431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107998891556206431' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107791214497202335</id><published>2004-02-27T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T13:04:29.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>howdy, neighbors!okay. so we went out last night. it was great. monique and i had so much fun. however, while we were inside the club, there was a shooting outside! can you say "ghetto"? but, anyway, after dancing for the entire night, we came back to the apartment. i finally met my neighbors from upstairs. they are actually cool, too! yeah... we just hung out. i had an EXCELLENT time last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107791214497202335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107791214497202335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107791214497202335' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107695787413810158</id><published>2004-02-16T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T11:59:46.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am absolutely tired.i just pulled my first "all-nighter" of the semester last night. so much for being super concentrated on my studies. last night, instead of coming back to ABQ and studying for my exams, i went to a party. it was two tons of fun too. i had an amazingly great time last night. anyway.. i was out all night and i didn't get back to my apartment until around 4:30 a.m. then when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107695787413810158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107695787413810158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107695787413810158' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-10768226378310241</id><published>2004-02-14T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T22:32:46.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck valentines day!i don't know what to do tonight. i'm dying to go out, but no one is doing anything tonight. bummer. i haven't heard from chris. he said that he'd call me last night, but he never did. oh well. i guess i'll just stay home and watch SNL... something that i haven't done in a long time.it's valentines day. i'd much rather spend time with the people that i love and whose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/10768226378310241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/10768226378310241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10768226378310241' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107664695256956720</id><published>2004-02-12T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T21:37:41.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>psychology and webct suck!i'm sick of doing these stupid psychology quizzes online! i'm buried ass deep in homework... it sucks! i have two exams and a paper due on monday. bleh. this means that i'll have to be super concentrated this weekend. i also have to finish a chemistry assignment tonight. i'll be reading all weekend. bleh.i'm absolutely broke! i'm starving, too! i moved into my new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107664695256956720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107664695256956720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107664695256956720' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107483667772630303</id><published>2004-01-22T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T22:52:12.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm still alive.school could be going better. i've got a retarded sleeping schedule. i'm in desperate need of money. money sucks. umm... that's about it. oh! i'm a little depressed that he hasn't called me in two days. despite that i saw him last night and he said he'd call. oh well. did you catch the o.c. last night? good episode. i'm out. i have spanish in the morning. bleh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107483667772630303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107483667772630303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483667772630303' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107387503815388262</id><published>2004-01-11T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T19:38:35.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>long weekendi finally caught up on all of my rest today. i was awake for the past two days on little to no sleep. i was so tired last night, but i went out anyway. my eyes were burning so bad when i got home this morning. my parents probably thought that i was completely drunk or something because my eyes were so red.school starts in a week and i have yet to pay for my tuition from last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107387503815388262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107387503815388262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387503815388262' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107344923632615310</id><published>2004-01-06T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T21:21:48.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.umm... i really have nothing to say. i'm without my car and it sucks. i cannot put into words the restlessness that i feel from staying home all damn day! really, i'm out to jump out of the house. like a fuckin' jack-in-the-box. i'm so bored. i'm feeling extremely lustful and confused. damn it!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107344923632615310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107344923632615310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107344923632615310' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107329109249326937</id><published>2004-01-05T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T01:28:22.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>big misunderstandingi think that i've managed to genuinely piss him off, all over some huge misunderstanding. however, even after explaining to him the situation, he was still upset. i don't understand how he could be angry with me after i explained what happened, but he was still angry. i'm extremely frustrated now. i feel horrible that i've made him so angry. i don't know what to do now. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107329109249326937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107329109249326937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107329109249326937' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107311057246643926</id><published>2004-01-02T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T23:17:21.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn this illness!i've been laying in bed for the past two days and i'm on the verge of coughing up all of my internal organs! however, i'm totally loving that i don't have to get out of bed and do anything. i don't have to shower and get ready or see anyone or anything. woo-hoo! instead, i get to lay in bed and enjoy the real world: new orleans marathon. i love this season. i have to say that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107311057246643926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107311057246643926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107311057246643926' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107300540476479376</id><published>2004-01-01T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T18:04:32.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! ...AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY!!!i am so tired. and i'm sick. it's almost 6 pm, and i barely woke up! thank god that i don't have a hangover! yes, i'm completely disgusted with the fact that i barely woke up. i was awake for about 10 minutes ealier when the sun was up, but then when i finally actually woke up, it was dark out.  i have a cold too! i wanted to go out to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107300540476479376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107300540476479376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107300540476479376' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107277566313033579</id><published>2003-12-30T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T02:15:28.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>where are you?okay, so he has yet to call or, at the very least, send a text message. this is weird. usually, there is some form of daily communication. what has happened? i desperately want to talk to him about the state of our relationship, but i'm far too timid to do such a thing. you see, i'm the type of person who puts on the visade (sp?) that i really don't care. to confront him with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107277566313033579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107277566313033579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107277566313033579' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107251537950897005</id><published>2003-12-27T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T01:59:29.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so frustratedi think my body is worn out from going out so much. i'm barely begining to recover. before last night, i'd gone out every night for an entire week! bleh. i was supposed to go out tonight, but that didn't work out. since the events of christmas eve, i've been acting sort of bitchy.i'm just frustrated with him right now. it's beyond obvious how much i like him. i allow him to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107251537950897005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107251537950897005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107251537950897005' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107237655436232790</id><published>2003-12-25T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T11:23:34.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMASugh... in the immortal words of garbage, "my head explodes and my body aches!" i can bet my life that she was writing about having a hang over. i'm drinking every single bottle of water and can of soda in sight! but it's christmas day and i'm excited to see what i got. yippy! i know that i got nothing but cash because supposedly, i'm hard to shop for.went out last night. at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107237655436232790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107237655436232790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107237655436232790' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107212186893415423</id><published>2003-12-22T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T12:38:46.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wanna taste?i spent my night and my morning baking sugar cookies. yumm. nothing to get you in the christmas spirit like baking christmas cookies while listening to christmas music. ahh. very calming. i got my grades.. finally! and surprisingly, i did not get an F in physics! woo-hoo! and i got a B+ in chemistry! everything rawks. my daddy gave me the plastic to go and buy my christmas gift </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107212186893415423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107212186893415423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107212186893415423' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107195920496716328</id><published>2003-12-20T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T15:27:40.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night was greatlet's hope that tonight goes as good. it should seeing as i'm getting nothing but excellent horoscopes. have fun.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107195920496716328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107195920496716328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107195920496716328' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107187110930202804</id><published>2003-12-19T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T14:59:24.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good morningi had two tons of fun last night. we went out to the club. i saw alicia. my buzz was totally working with me. i've found a new drink. vodka and red bull. i will now swear by it. umm... i don't know. all that needs to be said is that i think i was still drunk when i woke up this afternoon. it was funny.i have no clue what i'm going to do today, but i want to get out of the house. i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107187110930202804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107187110930202804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107187110930202804' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107178706362557085</id><published>2003-12-18T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T15:38:36.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank god it's over with!i'm all done. now i can sleep and sleep and sleep. i was so tired yesterday! before going to bed, i was awake for close to forty hours! my eyes were burning like crazy, but i was in no mood to sleep so i forced myself to stay awake. i finished all of my finals so now i'm ready to go.i didn't do as well as i was anticipating on chemistry exam, but i'm not going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107178706362557085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107178706362557085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178706362557085' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107160389530849782</id><published>2003-12-16T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T12:45:46.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just one more to goall i have to left is my physics final tomorrow morning. bleh! i guess i should start studying today. i desperately need to do good on this exam. i'll be glad when i'm done with it. i'll have a whole month to do nothing. woo-hoo! then it's back to school.. bleh!yeah, so life has been really boring lately. all that i've been doing is studying and getting very little sleep. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107160389530849782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107160389530849782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107160389530849782' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107109738979786460</id><published>2003-12-10T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T16:03:55.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i almost forgot!If any of you are feeling generous,  this would be an EXCELLENT gift. Thank you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107109738979786460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107109738979786460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107109738979786460' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107109721129305203</id><published>2003-12-10T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T16:00:57.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please, shut the fuck up!the clay aiken video is playing in the background. i've never heard the song before and already, i hate it. that's what i need to do. i need to go on a reality show so that i can become famous and stop stressing over school.i had to go and get call numbers for some classes today. in order to get the call number for english, i had to speak to an advisor... a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107109721129305203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107109721129305203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107109721129305203' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107095443527637354</id><published>2003-12-09T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T00:22:05.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's beginning to look a lot like christmas.there's snow on the ground. it's nice and cold. ahh... i love. i'm playing my christmas music and dying for the holidays to come.not much has been going on.. hence the lack of updates. i have finals coming up. my first final, calculus is on satuday. unless my calculus professor allows me to make up 47 points of work, i will not be passing the class.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107095443527637354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107095443527637354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107095443527637354' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-107084272565813012</id><published>2003-12-07T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T17:19:28.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Real World Type: The All-American Guy Your Official Real World Bio:Handsome and charming, Donavan is the perfect picture of an all-American guy...who just happens to be gay. Hailing from Thoreau, NM, Donavan seems to attract the attention of everyone when he walks in to a room. Aside from his great body, his natural charisma seems to have girls and guys flocking to him no matter where he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107084272565813012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/107084272565813012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107084272565813012' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-106992688888744799</id><published>2003-11-27T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T02:55:20.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck! i am tired!so the night ended EXTREMELY early. i am tired. everyone went home, leaving me all alone. i have to be tipsy all alone. i'm going to bed. adios.(you have no clue how many times i had to use the backspace button on this entry!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106992688888744799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106992688888744799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106992688888744799' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-106983653495096341</id><published>2003-11-26T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T01:49:25.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bland nighti just returned from going out to eat with nathan and christopher. i was absolutely bored and starving when i decided to make a trip to wal-mart in the hopes that they'd have the new live no doubt dvd. obviously, the didn't have it--making the trip a waste. however, christopher called before i left saying that he too was hungry and wanted to go. so he came... with nathan.it's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106983653495096341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106983653495096341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106983653495096341' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-106974515927912629</id><published>2003-11-25T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T00:31:38.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank youthank you for calling. thank you for having me over. and thank you for making my day that much better. thanks.i was feeling like shit earlier because i can definately say that i failed my calculus test. bummer. there was some hope that i could pass the course, but now, the light is slowly dimming. i hate how the sample exams that are posted are so simple, then the actual exam is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106974515927912629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106974515927912629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106974515927912629' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-106938958882068267</id><published>2003-11-20T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T21:40:14.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've fallen victim to illnessand yet, i'm planning on going out tonight. kris, monique and nathan all called. they want to go out. i'm not feeling too well, but give me some loud music and some sweaty bodies and i'll be all good. in preperation, i've just popped a few dayquil liquicaps. liquicaps? i don't know about that.i don't know if i'm going to class tomorrow. i know that i need to go, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106938958882068267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106938958882068267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106938958882068267' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-106917498053359228</id><published>2003-11-18T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T10:03:24.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>too much to doso i planned out the rest of my week, in terms of homework assignments, so that i can be all caught up for my three exams on monday-- oh my god! actually, it's not that bad. i think that today and tomorrow are going to be the worse. i gave myself a break on friday so that i could go to the liz phair concert. woot-woot!yeah, i have three exams on monday. i'm bound to break out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106917498053359228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106917498053359228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106917498053359228' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-106901253884981624</id><published>2003-11-16T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T12:56:01.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>note to self:nathan and kristiana said that we'd go out on thursday night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106901253884981624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106901253884981624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106901253884981624' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-106901244706076840</id><published>2003-11-16T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T12:54:55.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exhaleokay, i had so much fun last night! i got a chance to hang out with everyone. i even got to hang out with kristiana... so that rawks. of course, i got really smashed, but after a while i was all good again.hung out @ nathan's for a while. was dancing all by myself in front of everyone trying to get something started, but never did. instead, i ended up grindin' with some old lady. pretty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106901244706076840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106901244706076840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106901244706076840' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-106882910648467587</id><published>2003-11-14T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T10:03:43.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shopping list:brown corduroy sherpa jacketblack leather jacketgray wool coatblack campus/pea coati absolutely must get one of these this weekend. hopefully, my father will be in a generous mood an allow me to get at least two. that would rawk!i have fifty minutes to complete the chemistry assignment that i was supposed to do last night, but didn't so i better go start on that. then i can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106882910648467587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106882910648467587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106882910648467587' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-106877798170068195</id><published>2003-11-13T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T19:46:54.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"why you gotta be so proud? i'm the one with the lipstick on."it's a thursday night. perfect time to go out. of course the weather is freezing outside, but who said anything about being outside? i'd be my life that monique or kristiana want to go out, so i'm not even going to bother calling to ask. instead, i'm going to go see david in gallup tonight! however, i'm not going to go until i finish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106877798170068195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106877798170068195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106877798170068195' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-106875304547370693</id><published>2003-11-13T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T12:51:04.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm...what am i going to do today? i desperately need to get some calculus done. i have a chemistry assignment. i could also take tam to abq as she asked earlier. i could just say "fuck it" and get some more sleep. that would be nice. who knows what i'll do.normally, i would barely be waking up right now. but i had to go to court today. now i owe forty bucks for speeding. oh well, i guess </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106875304547370693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106875304547370693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106875304547370693' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3274394.post-106865654545334903</id><published>2003-11-12T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T10:02:23.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why am i here?so the only reason i dragged my lazy ass out of bed today was to attend physics. however, i'm seriously contemplating just dropping the course. this is the last week to drop a class without the dean's approval, and with my grades, i'm thinking that it's completely unrealistic of me to think that i could possibly pass the course. what should i do? i have no clue.i'm so tired. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106865654545334903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3274394/posts/default/106865654545334903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superflybaxter.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106865654545334903' title=''/><author><name>Paranoid Donavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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