<?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-3970177</id><updated>2012-02-01T01:37:37.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Nice Guy</title><subtitle type='html'>The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything.&lt;br&gt;
People don't keep journals for themselves.  They keep them for other people, like a secret they don't want to tell, but want everyone to know.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-7284835334418523635</id><published>2010-07-13T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:57:23.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Is My ReasonI interned at a non-profit organization last spring 2009 at a place in  Orange County.  It is called OCAPICA or the Orange County Asian and  Pacific Islander Community Alliance.  I helped out with Youth Programs  and did most of my work with the afterschool tutoring program and with  the male leadership building group.Due to lack of funding, the  male and female leadership groups</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7284835334418523635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=7284835334418523635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/7284835334418523635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/7284835334418523635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-my-reason-i-interned-at-non.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-7951472757952296608</id><published>2009-12-31T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T06:58:58.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DepressedI have accomplished a lot in my life since the last time I posted an entry on here.  I  have changed in a lot of ways and tend to be an optimist in my life.  I choose to see the glass as half full, rather than half empty.  I finally graduated from college and got my Bachelor degree.  I have been in a relationship with my girlfriend for 2 years 3 months with no arguments or fights.  We do</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7951472757952296608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=7951472757952296608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/7951472757952296608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/7951472757952296608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2009/12/depressed-i-have-accomplished-lot-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-1965242301458698749</id><published>2008-05-20T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:05:40.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCKcan't put my finger on it, but something has been bothering me as of late.  my life is going well.  I have great friends, sweet g/f, and family life isn't as bad.  I got a job that gets me paid, I got my tax return check...david graduated and i am a year away from graduating as well, hopefully.  Gonna celebrate Candy's birthday soon...yet i can't help but to feel a breakdown occurring.  i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/1965242301458698749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=1965242301458698749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/1965242301458698749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/1965242301458698749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2008/05/fuck-cant-put-my-finger-on-it-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-8297082407036577717</id><published>2008-03-21T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:24:12.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Wish I Had Taken More PicturesOn March 19, 2008, my dog Penny, of +/- 13 years finally passed away.  She was a black Chow Chow mix, but she looked like a full breed.  She was not my most favoritest dog, that was Buffy, a brown full bred Chow Chow, but she was the dog that our family owned the longest.  She was however part of the family and she was a great dog to own.I still remember her as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/8297082407036577717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=8297082407036577717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/8297082407036577717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/8297082407036577717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wish-i-had-taken-more-pictures-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-2174802580806579380</id><published>2008-01-09T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:43:00.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heartlessone of my brothers' friends recently passed away.  no details about it, but from what i heard he went to together as one for new years and i guess ate a bad pill of e.  he went to the hospital but never recovered.  what a way to start the new year.  he was a good guy.  i did not know him that well, he used to come over my house a lot back in the day.  from what i heard he was getting his</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2174802580806579380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=2174802580806579380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/2174802580806579380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/2174802580806579380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2008/01/heartless-one-of-my-brothers-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-7757688751415964326</id><published>2007-10-01T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:47:11.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ComfortableThere is this thing called comfort. It's what people like family have, boyfriends and girlfriends share, and what makes people feel safe around friends, around each other. It is a weird thing because I feel comfortable around my friends, and some family members. But even with the comfort I feel, I do not disclose a lot of information about myself towards them. Sure they can see if I am</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/7757688751415964326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=7757688751415964326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/7757688751415964326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/7757688751415964326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2007/10/comfortable-there-is-this-thing-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-1448753938994834709</id><published>2007-08-31T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:32:33.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MemoriesThink back to your earliest memory that you are able to remember.  Not something that you were told by someone, (i.e. "you were very talkative at 2 years old" or "you used to run around naked as a young child, it was the funniest thing ever") Think back and think hard to the earliest one you are able to remember.The theory according to my professor (which she has done no research on it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/1448753938994834709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=1448753938994834709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/1448753938994834709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/1448753938994834709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2007/08/memories-think-back-to-your-earliest.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-534070482388487629</id><published>2007-06-30T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T04:19:27.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Picture is Worth a Million Words This is one of my favorite days spent with one of the mosst amazing person that I know. These are pictures of two people holding hands, nothing much right? Except this is the closest that I have ever felt to "family" in my life. Odd thing is...she is not my family, at least not by blood.The story between Julie and I is a long one. We met online, after my brother</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/534070482388487629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=534070482388487629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/534070482388487629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/534070482388487629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2007/06/picture-is-worth-million-words-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/Knotts%20Scary%20Farm/th_IWannaHoldYourHand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-8548122283785962101</id><published>2007-06-21T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T13:27:53.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Game?!?! What Game??I can honestly say that I have no game whatsoever.  I do not know how to play it.  I would be benchwarmer #1 if it came down to it.  I hate the fact that everything is so damn difficult.  Why can't dating and relationships be easy and simple.  I don't mean easy like girls who easily put out, but like get around all the pick up lines.  It has become a well-timed chess match </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/8548122283785962101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=8548122283785962101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/8548122283785962101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/8548122283785962101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2007/06/game-what-game-i-can-honestly-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-8200644990184043538</id><published>2007-06-03T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:53:18.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>23 Years Passed: I Feel Like a FailureI am 23.  Two decades plus 3 years old.  I look at my life and see that I have accomplished nothing.  It is now 2007 and I reflect back upon my life and see that I am still stuck in the same town I grew up in.  Still living in my parent's house...still stuck in school, not achieving much.  I am in school and barely doing average.  I know C's get degrees, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/8200644990184043538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=8200644990184043538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/8200644990184043538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/8200644990184043538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2007/06/23-years-passed-i-feel-like-failure-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-2893666208892827952</id><published>2007-05-21T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T04:25:17.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Like You, I Hate You...But I Like You Just A Little Bit More (I Think?)is this another case of "reading the signals wrong?" or "reading too much into my mind?" Maybe.  Regardless though, I haven't felt this way about a girl in a long time.  Sure, I leap before I look and most of the time fall down long and hard, but for a long time, I have been confused and unsure of what I wanted.  Even if I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/2893666208892827952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=2893666208892827952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/2893666208892827952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/2893666208892827952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-like-you-i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-114384021960237300</id><published>2006-03-31T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T11:11:37.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kindergarden...There was Joy and AntoinetteFirst Grade...There was Erica DeLeonIn the Second Grade...Along came Vicki and that stayed until the Thrid Grade and Crystal was always so prettyIn the Forth Grade...I saw you once or twice, but I liked Cynthia and Valerie Valenzuela, a twin.The Fifth Grade came next...And I finally knew who you were, yet I went with Patricia and the other Valenzuela...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/114384021960237300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=114384021960237300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/114384021960237300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/114384021960237300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2006/03/kindergarden.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-113780675990671033</id><published>2006-01-20T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T17:25:59.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wasted EffortsThere is beauty inside of everyone.  I especially learned that at a young age.  When you are a fat kid growing up, you learn that everyone sees you differently.  At an age when immaturity is the norm, and people judge you based on the way you look, or your size, you learn to grow a hard exterior and block anything that will harm you.  You learn that because you aren't skinny or the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/113780675990671033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=113780675990671033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/113780675990671033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/113780675990671033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2006/01/wasted-efforts-there-is-beauty-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-113571331559078578</id><published>2005-12-27T11:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:02:14.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Matter What, I Will Always Be The "Nice Guy"There is nothing like the holidays to make you realize how lonely you are...and it never fails.  Just want to have someone to call my own during the holidays, someone who I can just hang out with and stuff during these holidays of togetherness.  Is that too much to ask for?  Damn you Santa Claus!!!So in my situation, I have been Mr. Nice Guy.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/113571331559078578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=113571331559078578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/113571331559078578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/113571331559078578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-matter-what-i-will-always-be-nice_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-112974994756666133</id><published>2005-10-19T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:25:47.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happiness is...You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown - HappinessHAPPINESS IS FINDING A PENCIL.PIZZA WITH SAUSAGETELLING THE TIME.HAPPINESS IS LEARNING TO WHISTLE.TYING YOUR SHOE FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME.HAPPINESS IS PLAYING THE DRUM IN YOUR OWN SCHOOL BAND.AND HAPPINESS IS WALKING HAND IN HAND.HAPPINESS IS TWO KINDS OF ICE CREAM.KNOWING A SECRET.CLIMBING A TREE.HAPPINESS IS FIVE DIFFERENT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/112974994756666133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=112974994756666133' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/112974994756666133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/112974994756666133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2005/10/happiness-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-112716854823240077</id><published>2005-09-19T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T15:25:03.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank YouDear Joi,I know that we aren’t the closest of friends, but we are friends.  Well at least I think we are and my opinion is all that matters! LOL j/k.  Anyways, recently we have been hanging out and talking and stuff and have you noticed a difference lately?  Have you noticed how I haven’t been all pissy faced or down in the dumps?  Have you noticed all the fun we have been having or at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/112716854823240077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=112716854823240077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/112716854823240077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/112716854823240077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2005/09/thank-you-dear-joi-i-know-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-112716603841279598</id><published>2005-09-19T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:40:38.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You are stubborn, selfish, and want attention!"Recently, I have been going out with friends a lot, well whenever I can.  And I have noticed that I have been having fun!  I know that you are probably thinking..."Duh! That's what you are suppose to do when you go out with friends!"  And I know that, but in the past, going out with friends was a whole different experience for me.  Of course it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/112716603841279598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=112716603841279598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/112716603841279598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/112716603841279598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-are-stubborn-selfish-and-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111754757747480346</id><published>2005-05-31T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T06:52:57.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fate...Maybe Things Work Out Better Without It"Oh my god, meeting you was like Fate!""The Fate of the world is in your hands...your Fate is to save ours"So you always see in the movies that Fate has a way of budding its head in every Hollywood storyline.  Whether its a love story and the two main characters were destined to be together, or if a hero is suppose to save the day.  It was all fate...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111754757747480346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111754757747480346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111754757747480346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111754757747480346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2005/05/fate.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111693444082076251</id><published>2005-05-30T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:29:53.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Alej...Dear Alej,It has been a year since we have met and a year since I have liked you. It's almost been a year since we last seen eachother, but that still did not stop my feelings for you. From the beginning when I saw you, I knew that there was something about you. I couldn't pinpoint anything at the time, but it was something that caught my attention. I mean you were new and I didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111693444082076251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111693444082076251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111693444082076251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111693444082076251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2005/05/dear-alej.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111693116998397041</id><published>2005-05-24T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T03:41:41.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still Haven't Gotten Any Balls and Regretting It...This always happens to me.  I like someone, and I don't have the guts to tell them, and I am left just the way I started.  I guess I finally decided to change my ways a little too late.  About one month too late.One day you are doing fine, and liking, crushing on noone, and then all of sudden, you begin to relike someone. Crushing on someone that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111693116998397041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111693116998397041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111693116998397041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111693116998397041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2005/05/still-havent-gotten-any-balls-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111667382447181950</id><published>2005-05-21T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T05:11:12.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nice Guys Don't Finish Last...I tell myself that being a nice guy is better than being a jerk.  Having morals, respect, and consideration for others is a lot better than not having them.  That it is better to make others happy and disregard my own happiness, and for what?  Just to be treated like gum that gets stuck on the bottom of people's shoes after they walk all over you.  And I tell myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111667382447181950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111667382447181950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111667382447181950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111667382447181950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2005/05/nice-guys-dont-finish-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656762409452307</id><published>2004-11-25T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:40:24.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Sad Topic On Such A Joyous Occasion...Well first of all, Happy Gobble Gobble Day everyone, but that is not what I feel like writing about.  Now that the happy, colorful introduction is out of the way, here goes:Thanksgiving, a time for thanks, but as of lately, Holidays are not what they seem to be.  Halloween has lost its thrill, Thanksgiving is just a holiday to get your fat @$$ even fatter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656762409452307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656762409452307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656762409452307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656762409452307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/11/sad-topic-on-such-joyous-occasion.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656757231091391</id><published>2004-10-31T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:39:32.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Halloween...Just HalloweenWhy is it that there is always a Happy or Merry before every holiday?  Can't it just be "Halloween to you"  or maybe "Birthday Nancy!"  Why not just New Year because that is what it basically is, a new year.  Nothing "happy" about it.  Sometimes you just don't feel happy or merry on an occassion that is suppose to be happy.I don't know what it is about this year, but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656757231091391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656757231091391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656757231091391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656757231091391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/10/halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656752396307889</id><published>2004-10-25T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:38:43.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Wrong With A Little Bit Of Immaturity?As I think back and look at where all of my friends and I am at now, it amazes me.  We all graduated, went to college, found a job that suits us.  We are all grown-up, mature adults.  We have bills to pay, it is our choice to show up for class, and we have responsibilities that we never had when we were kids or teenagers.  No time for fun, all about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656752396307889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656752396307889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656752396307889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656752396307889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/10/whats-wrong-with-little-bit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656746742189979</id><published>2004-10-22T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:37:47.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Feeling of Family Slowly Slipping Away In All AspectsSince the beginning, I have always wanted a normal family.  A family that at least communicates with eachother.  I never expected it to be like one of those perfect TV families, but that would be nice.  I don't even have anything close to a family.  My parents got divorced when I was about 4 years old.  I don't even remember much about how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656746742189979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656746742189979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656746742189979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656746742189979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/10/feeling-of-family-slowly-slipping-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656741834570504</id><published>2004-10-13T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:36:58.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Dream...Or Not A Dream, That Is The Question (Part 1)I have had a dream that I cannot distinguish or determine as reality or fiction.  This is the first part of it in which yesterday I dreamed of the sequel to it.  The second part I know is a dream, but the first part is the part that I do not know if it actually happened or was just a dream.  Here it is to the best of my memory:It is just a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656741834570504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656741834570504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656741834570504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656741834570504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/10/dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656736668367780</id><published>2004-09-28T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:36:06.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Praise The Lord!  What A Bunch Of BS!!!I don't know when I stopped having faith...I don't know when I stopped believeing in the stories of God and of the Bible...I can't pinpoint the exact moment when religion felt like a sham to me.  Maybe it was the time when my family life just broke down.  Maybe it was the time that we stopped going to church.  Or maybe it was the exact moment when one of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656736668367780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656736668367780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656736668367780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656736668367780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/09/praise-lord-what-bunch-of-bs-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656731580252613</id><published>2004-09-23T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:35:15.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Been Longer Than A Year...But I Still See It As My FaultSo after seeing Garden State, it made me think about many things that I don't think about or push aside from my memory.  It is just too hard to think about, but in the movie the main character played by Zach Braff, has to cope with the fact that his mother passed away.  He has been numbed by all the medication he takes and he doesn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656731580252613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656731580252613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656731580252613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656731580252613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-been-longer-than-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656726081527519</id><published>2004-09-20T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:34:20.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm An Aries, and I Enjoy Long Walks on the Beach...One of the things I hate to do is talk about myself.  I just don't see myself having much to say about myself especially when I have low self-esteem.  I have been job hunting recently for the past few weeks.  It is really tiring and for what?  Turn in applications to stores that aren't quite hiring, but just "accepting applications."  And it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656726081527519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656726081527519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656726081527519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656726081527519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-aries-and-i-enjoy-long-walks-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656721392399076</id><published>2004-09-13T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:33:33.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alpha, Beta, Kappa, Gamma, Zeta, Tau...Now as you begin school, it is hard not to see the booths set up to try to attract people to join their sorority or fraternity because theirs are so much better than everyone elses.  All these clubs preeching Greek life when none of them are greek.  Maybe a small percentage of them are, but not enough to be claiming that greek life is the best life.  I know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656721392399076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656721392399076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656721392399076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656721392399076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/09/alpha-beta-kappa-gamma-zeta-tau.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656715190650979</id><published>2004-09-10T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:32:31.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>College Dropout?!?!  I Don't Think So!So school has begun for about 3 weeks for me now. So far so good.  To everyone who was worried about me dropping out of college, I am sticking with it.  I have 7 classes this semester and 18 units.  It's pretty crazy, but I know that I can do it.  No big deal.  The classes are going to be hard, but I know I can do it.  I just can't slack off.  If any of you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656715190650979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656715190650979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656715190650979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656715190650979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/09/college-dropout-i-dont-think-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656709507451986</id><published>2004-09-07T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:31:35.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da Da Da Da...Da Da Da Da-DamnSo feelings and emotions are really gay.  They change by the second, and are unpredictable.  Don't you hate the feeling when you think you are fine and dandy.  Completely over someone or something, but one memory or one glance just brings back everything that you felt, and it just comes rushing towards you and hits you hard.  You know, usually after getting over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656709507451986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656709507451986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656709507451986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656709507451986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/09/da-da-da-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656704373933844</id><published>2004-08-20T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:30:43.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gotta Get Some BallsWhen you like someone you should just go out and tell them that you like them right?  You never know what the outcome might be.  What have you got to lose?  If you tell her and she likes you back, you could have one of the best relationships of your life.  If she says no, it will hurt, but at least you took the risk.  Letting someone know and getting rejected is a better </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656704373933844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656704373933844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656704373933844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656704373933844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/08/gotta-get-some-balls-when-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656698936796211</id><published>2004-08-15T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:29:49.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holding Everything In...I haven't typed anything in here for a long time.  Call it lazyness...or call it I have nothing to type.  Or maybe this blogger isn't as open as I made it out to be.  I don't know.  I just know that school is starting soon, and I have to set my priorities.  I have to first find my schedule, cuz as of right now.  I have classes that I have no need for.  After finding the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656698936796211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656698936796211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656698936796211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656698936796211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/08/holding-everything-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656692930142106</id><published>2004-07-26T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:28:49.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>^_^ The Simple Things Are Always The Best Things ^_^Have you ever noticed that just the little things...the simplest of acts or little gifts, just seem to make your day?  Someone saying "hello" to you or like a person buys you a candy bar because when they saw it, they thought of you because they know that it is your favorite.  Some everyday thing like just talking with someone or seeing that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656692930142106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656692930142106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656692930142106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656692930142106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/07/simple-things-are-always-best-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656687430377744</id><published>2004-07-16T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:27:54.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~*~Just Be Happy For The Times~*~So after thinking and thinking about my situation for so long...I have decided.  Fuck it.  Just let things be and be thankful that you had those times and memories.  Everything might not happen the way I want them to, but at least I can just think back and be happy for the times.I spent a few hours at my official "thinking spot" and just kept thinking and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656687430377744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656687430377744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656687430377744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656687430377744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/07/just-be-happy-for-times-so-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656681383080822</id><published>2004-07-15T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:26:53.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Universal Studios:  The World's Largest and Overpriced Movie Studio and Theme Park!Today was a great day.  I went out with Maria to Universal Studios.  After so many plans not happening, this one was made sure not to fall through.  I went to Knott's last week and she was suppose to go, but she had work, so this time we had planned everything beforehand like a week in advance.  She had the day off</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656681383080822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656681383080822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656681383080822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656681383080822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/07/universal-studios-worlds-largest-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656675051351906</id><published>2004-06-27T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:25:50.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reflections on Friendships"As we go on, we remember,All the times we, shared together...And as our lives change, from whatever,We will still be FRIENDS FOREVER!"  --Vitamin C "Graduation"We relate to friends at a very early age.  Whether it is an imaginary friend that keeps us company at our little tea party with Barbie, Teddy Bear, and My Little Pony or the first person we meet in Preschool or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656675051351906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656675051351906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656675051351906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656675051351906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/06/reflections-on-friendships-as-we-go-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656670005434964</id><published>2004-06-26T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:25:00.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maria...My Property?!?!  Uhh...No, I Don't Think Sol HANK l (2:53:25 AM): he asked out maria l HANK l (2:53:37 AM): but she didnt say yes talk to cynny (2:53:30 AM): GOODtalk to cynny (2:53:38 AM): maria belongs to johnson talk to cynny (2:53:39 AM): muhaha talk to cynny (2:53:39 AM): =] l HANK l (2:53:42 AM): yeah she does!Thanks ^_^ but she doesn't belong to me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656670005434964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656670005434964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656670005434964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656670005434964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/06/maria.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656664231758198</id><published>2004-06-09T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:24:02.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>College Dropout?It seems to look that way.  School seems to be pointless to me and every day that passes...I feel less and less inspired to go.  School is now over at Fullerton.  It has been for about a week or two, but school ended a lot sooner for me than it did for anyone else.  I stopped going since Spring Break.  Well I would wake up and get ready for school.  Reach school and not show up to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656664231758198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656664231758198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656664231758198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656664231758198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/06/college-dropout-it-seems-to-look-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656657326091149</id><published>2004-06-01T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:22:53.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Response to:  Lingering Feelings *sigh*Dearest Johnson,In response to your letter and entry, I just want to THANK YOU, for being a good friend to me for nine years.Actually, now that I think of it may be more than that.  Cuz I remember knowing of you back in 3rd through 5th grade. See, even then you were quite popular. Well, by 4th grade I knew of you because of Kami.  I remember she would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656657326091149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656657326091149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656657326091149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656657326091149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/06/in-response-to-lingering-feelings-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656650479211884</id><published>2004-05-24T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:21:44.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>::Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely::All right, so lately everyone seems to have someone or is hooking up.  Or are seeing eachother, talking to eachother, etc.  Whatevers...I am happy for them, but I feel lonely, because none of it is happening to me.  I can only wish for it, but in reality...nothing.  I am tired of being single.  I want a girlfriend, who will be there for me, who I can call </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656650479211884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656650479211884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656650479211884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656650479211884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/05/show-me-meaning-of-being-lonely-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656642933322234</id><published>2004-05-23T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:20:29.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Giggleberri...Happy Birthday to you!!!Interesting day for Candy.  It was her birthday celebration and boy did we celebrate!  Got another hotel thing happening.  And coincidentally it was in the same two rooms that I had my b-day hotel thing.  Started off slow with just me and Cindy and Ian there, but sooner or later...which was around 11PM...everyone else started to show up.  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656642933322234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656642933322234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656642933322234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656642933322234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/05/happy-birthday-giggleberri.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656637594130863</id><published>2004-05-23T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:19:35.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To My Giggleberri...Happy 20th Birthday!  Damn...from the moment I met ya in my freshman year at South...who would have thought that we would be such great friends?  I guess I got a little heads up than everyone else cuz while we all were in choir, I had you for Family Consumer Science aka Home Ec.  And all those years gone by and look at us now.  Giggleberri and Cucumber Melon.  We work together</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656637594130863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656637594130863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656637594130863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656637594130863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/05/to-my-giggleberri.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656631171774040</id><published>2004-05-20T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:18:31.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lingering Feelings *sigh*From Kathie's LiveJournal:"I was browsing Rosa's info on aim, and she built this link to her crazy sites and findings. And she posted a link to Johnson's Blogger. I haven't really spoken to Johnson since his b-day, but it's not we really talk anyway. I'm impressed with his journals, i think he writes well and is consistent. In terms of context, he follows his topic and he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656631171774040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656631171774040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656631171774040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656631171774040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/05/lingering-feelings-sigh-from-kathies.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656625573365722</id><published>2004-05-13T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:17:35.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brad Pitt is God...Worship Him!Hank and my conversation...Girl talk, who is sexier!l     hank     l: ready for troy!l     hank     l: i wanna watch itThe OG Changster:  watch itl     hank     l: i think troy will be crazyThe OG Changster: i do tool     hank     l: brad pitt is too sexy The OG Changster: no....l     hank     l: yes he isThe OG Changster: its all about orlando blooml     hank     l</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656625573365722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656625573365722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656625573365722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656625573365722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/05/brad-pitt-is-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656620342511997</id><published>2004-05-08T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:16:43.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dancing King???I wish I knew how to dance...on Friday, a group of workers and me went Clubbin at Vertigos.  It was all right, but I don't know how to dance, so I did not dance as much.  I always feel weird when I am on the dance floor.  I get self concious of myself because I don't know what to do up there.  I look around and see everyone else, moving and dancing, and I try to do it, but for some</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656620342511997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656620342511997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656620342511997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656620342511997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/05/dancing-king-i-wish-i-knew-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656615251428183</id><published>2004-05-07T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:15:52.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bestest Manager in the World:Van Helsing was not as busy as I expected it to be...well at least the midnight showing wasn't that packed.  Anyways, it led to an interesting night.  Candy was off, and so it was only me and Juliana.  She was the only one I could really talk to or at least chill with.  I got about an hour overtime...hurray for that, and then after Juliana was off, we got tacos!!  Oh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656615251428183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656615251428183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656615251428183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656615251428183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/05/bestest-manager-in-world-van-helsing.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-111656608084914926</id><published>2004-05-03T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:14:40.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Moral Fiber"Today I saw The Girl Next Door about a pornstar that moves next door to a guy who can be best described as a loser and impacts his life and changes him for the better.  I wish I could have a pronstar move next door and do the same.  Except it wouldn't have to be a pornstar.  Just someone that will impact my life.  Make me take risks that I never would without that person there.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/111656608084914926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=111656608084914926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656608084914926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/111656608084914926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/05/moral-fiber-today-i-saw-girl-next-door.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-108219659531758706</id><published>2004-04-17T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T02:59:03.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A friend is.. one who strengthens you with prayers, blesses you with Love and encourages you with hope"Found this on Anna's Xanga and Van's Awesome Webpage.  So true...I am blessed to have such great friends!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/108219659531758706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=108219659531758706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/108219659531758706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/108219659531758706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/04/friend-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-108209912646555832</id><published>2004-04-16T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T02:55:47.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I bought Anna today....tell ya about it later...***UPDATE***So today (April 15, rather) was the Chi Sigma Phi service auction.  And so they put thier girls from the sorority up for bidding.  It was held at the Shakey's in Covina/Azusa.  It was really chill, and I saw an old time homie....Frankie, some guy I met like back during my sophmore year.  He was there.  So that was pretty cool.  The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/108209912646555832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=108209912646555832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/108209912646555832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/108209912646555832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-i-bought-anna-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-108213412119282558</id><published>2004-04-15T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T09:52:58.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something cool and funny I think happened today at school.  Well my first class today is Theatre 100 and I have that class with my friend Julie.  The teachers weren't there and the person they probably got to teach us something today wasn't there as well.  So, 15 minute rule happened and we left.  Julie wanted to go back to her apartment to get some sleep, and she told me I could sleep on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/108213412119282558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=108213412119282558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/108213412119282558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/108213412119282558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/04/something-cool-and-funny-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-108184058608880102</id><published>2004-04-13T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T00:20:14.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~*~April 12, 2004~*~Happy Birthday Van Kim Ho!!!  This crazy foo be 20 like me...we geezers!  Represent!!  LOL.   Anyways...today was a really good day.  Everything did not go as originally planned...well planned in my head, but everything worked out for the better.  I ended up having a better day than I expected...it all started with school.  School wasn't that bad.  I did end up ditching my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/108184058608880102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=108184058608880102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/108184058608880102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/108184058608880102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/04/april-12-2004-happy-birthday-van-kim.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-108150432056276078</id><published>2004-04-09T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T02:55:43.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Candy's Cousin Judy gave birth to a healthy 7.5lbs girl at Garfield Medical Center.Cloe Jinger KhemApril 9, 2004She was about two weeks early, but still healthy!  She is so adorable...such a cute baby...damn the looks in the Lai Family Tree...but it is good because it is better than having an ugly baby..haha...anyways...didn't have Mannin's skin color which everyone was clowning about and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/108150432056276078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=108150432056276078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/108150432056276078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/108150432056276078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/04/candys-cousin-judy-gave-birth-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-108119169888471528</id><published>2004-04-05T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T12:05:17.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~*~Happy Birthday JENNY TRAN~*~Well, I am at school right now...go Titans!!...and decided to skip or ditch rather my Economnics class.  I don't understand that stupid class...and I don't ever think I will...oh wellz....school hasn't really been interesting to me as it is anyways...So since I am not in my class not paying attention to my Econ teacher...I guess I shall update with the goods...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/108119169888471528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=108119169888471528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/108119169888471528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/108119169888471528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/04/happy-birthday-jenny-tran-well-i-am-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-108015366859303290</id><published>2004-03-24T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T10:44:31.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BREAKING DOWN....Again...tired of everything...don't want to live anymore</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/108015366859303290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=108015366859303290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/108015366859303290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/108015366859303290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/03/breaking-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-107692935797941252</id><published>2004-02-16T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T03:05:41.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>..::UPDATED::..There...you happy Rosa? LOL</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/107692935797941252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=107692935797941252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107692935797941252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107692935797941252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-107478144759758302</id><published>2004-01-22T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T06:26:08.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MASH is a great show!I remember my mom and dad talking about it.  Saying how great it is.  I never liked it much...in fact I refused to watch it.  It just didn't interest me.  It always palyed on the weekends during the afternoon and my dad would always watch it.  It also reruns around 3 or 4AM...well, I don't know what happened, but I'm guessing it is the late nights that I stay awake (which is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/107478144759758302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=107478144759758302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107478144759758302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107478144759758302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/01/mash-is-great-show-i-remember-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-107434412841431609</id><published>2004-01-17T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T04:57:22.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breakdowns suck...and I think I am having one right now...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/107434412841431609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=107434412841431609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107434412841431609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107434412841431609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/01/breakdowns-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-107408699152756019</id><published>2004-01-14T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T05:31:41.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wal*Mart is the best...especially 24 hour Wal*marts!!!  Wal*Mart runs...new thing....trouble with g/f or b/f we go do Wal*Mart run...today was for Candy...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/107408699152756019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=107408699152756019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107408699152756019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107408699152756019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/01/walmart-is-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-107381709985826825</id><published>2004-01-11T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T02:33:25.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOLY FUCK BALLS!!!  I got above a 3.0!!!  A 3.21 to be exact!!  And in COLLEGE too!!  I only got above a 3.0 once in high school....and that was a 3.17 during my junior year.  So happy...I got an A in History, and A in English, I should have gotten an A in Chinese, but I got lazy and got a B, close to a C...and I got a C in Bio...I hate Science...hehe...I could have gotten a B in Bio and if I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/107381709985826825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=107381709985826825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107381709985826825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107381709985826825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2004/01/holy-fuck-balls-i-got-above-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-107287949250072843</id><published>2003-12-31T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T06:06:24.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Famililes are the worst.  Especially during the holidays.  Parents...relentless arguing about the same stuff.  Brothers...crazy and still arguing about the same stuff.  I tend to believe that I am the normal one in my family, but all I do is run away.  I tend to be good at doing that.  I hide behind my work now.  I have a job now...I hide behind it for everything.  Hide away from family...hide </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/107287949250072843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=107287949250072843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107287949250072843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107287949250072843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/12/famililes-are-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-107213117103191824</id><published>2003-12-22T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T05:20:26.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Perks of Being a Wallflower is my bible!!!It is my favorite book.  The stuff Charlie does is so sweet and yet so dumb.  He is a funny kid, and troubled as well.  I look up to him assuming that he is real.  And I start to believe that I am a lot like him...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/107213117103191824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=107213117103191824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107213117103191824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107213117103191824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/12/perks-of-being-wallflower-is-my-bible.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-107192823068127062</id><published>2003-12-20T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T01:21:47.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I never got around to Jingle Ball. It was really fun and tyte!  Had a blast. And I heard taht I was on the FOX 11 Special on Jingle Ball.  Camera zoomed in on my face.  My debut!!  So now I am expecting a check in the mail!!!  LOL....Finals are done and over with!! Hurray!! NO MORE SCHOOL!!!! (Until February...BOOO!!!)  Still got work....Damn Lord of the Rings...always so damn busy!!  Oh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/107192823068127062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=107192823068127062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107192823068127062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107192823068127062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-guess-i-never-got-around-to-jingle.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-107135697188329022</id><published>2003-12-13T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T15:10:40.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This essay got me a B.  The teacher uses contratgrading, where your grade is determined on a portfolio rather than the essay itself.  My portfolio was not quite complete which resulted in the B.  If I had done all the work, I would have recieved an A on this portfolio.  My essay would have recieved an "A." Oh well.  Enjoy!The Self-Confidence Experiment“Hello.”That is a statement that is short </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/107135697188329022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=107135697188329022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107135697188329022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107135697188329022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/12/this-essay-got-me-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-107074024390913686</id><published>2003-12-06T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T11:51:42.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KIIS FM Jingle Ball...It was cool!  $175 tickets were worth it!!!  Talk bout this more later!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/107074024390913686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=107074024390913686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107074024390913686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/107074024390913686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/12/kiis-fm-jingle-ball.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106984871793669509</id><published>2003-11-26T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T04:12:43.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got about 30 hours of work...HURRAY!!!  Got an 8 hour shift on Thursday...Thanksgiving wich equals pay and a half!!  Bank!!!  and it is the morning shift so i can work get moeny and still eat turkey!!! LOL...work was okay today...had to haul @$$ to get to work from rehearsals.  But it was cool.  Chill day today...tomorrow we get Haunted Mansion..so busy...went out to Sundays to eat with Candy and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106984871793669509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106984871793669509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106984871793669509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106984871793669509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/got-about-30-hours-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106984842910822564</id><published>2003-11-26T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T04:07:54.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Johnson you are understudying Connor.  This way if there is a glitch (AKA if I kick out the present Conner you'll be in) and if you have to be late for a rehearsal due to class in the next two weeks it will be okay.So I got understudy for Connor.  It's a long and complicated storyline to the play...I guess you gotta go out and watch it to fully understand.  *wink wink*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106984842910822564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106984842910822564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106984842910822564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106984842910822564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/johnson-you-are-understudying-connor.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106973455549360657</id><published>2003-11-24T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T20:29:59.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw Cat in the Hat.  Its a cool movie..funny and Mike Meyers does a good job as the Cat.  Dakota Fanning and Spencer ?? the two kids do a good job as well.  It's a fun movie.Call backs are all right...I know I got a part...but I just dunno waht part, or if I am a lead or understudy...Update with details tomorrow...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106973455549360657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106973455549360657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106973455549360657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106973455549360657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/saw-cat-in-hat.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106965847702009003</id><published>2003-11-23T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T23:21:58.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy One Month!This is a milestone in my life, for today is the day that I have worked for one whole month!  The first month anniversary of the first job I ever recieved!  So go me!  Now to reach that year mark!Good news...I got a call back for the play...now let's see if I am able to make it to the play as a lead ratehr than an understudy...or sadly..CUT...hehe...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106965847702009003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106965847702009003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106965847702009003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106965847702009003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/happy-one-month-this-is-milestone-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106958051605141397</id><published>2003-11-23T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T01:42:36.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good day...gosh darn, kids are so messy....The Cat in the Hat came out and little kids went to watch it....never ahve I seen a movie theater so tore up!  Popcorn everywhere...spilled soda...nacho cheese on the seats...horrible!!  The Matrix wasn't even that bad, and we were expecting the worst!  One of my fellow ushers found a daiper inside the theater..used!!  Gross!!  They shoved it in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106958051605141397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106958051605141397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106958051605141397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106958051605141397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106949689021770031</id><published>2003-11-22T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T02:28:49.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am auditioning for a play at my old high school called, "Final Exam."  It is weird play, but good.  It is a new concept and this is going to be the first time that anyone has put on this play.  SO that is really cool..Hope I get called back and then Hope i get a part!I got a 99 out of a 100 on my Histroy Test.  I didn't even study for this one!  And I took it and was expecting something like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106949689021770031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106949689021770031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106949689021770031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106949689021770031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-am-auditioning-for-play-at-my-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106913879199383423</id><published>2003-11-17T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T23:00:25.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Self Confidence:  People who know me know that I am not that confident in myself.  I always think that I am not good at anything.  And I guess it is because of the way I was brought up.  I have always been told that I was "stupid, dumb, useless, etc"  Not in that order.  Haha...but like yeah.  ANd I guess being brought up like that made me actually feel worthless.  Sure, I was smart in school, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106913879199383423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106913879199383423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106913879199383423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106913879199383423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/self-confidence-people-who-know-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106912177112408666</id><published>2003-11-17T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T18:16:44.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Fez! Which That 70's Show Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106912177112408666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106912177112408666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106912177112408666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106912177112408666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/youre-fez-which-that-70s-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106905933262231390</id><published>2003-11-17T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T00:56:04.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday night I was talking with a few people.  And like actually chatting with them, people that I have not talked to in ages.  I discovered that a homegurl of mine is there for me and cares for me.  We jsut always make fun of eachother and sure we chat and stuff, but once in a long while we have a serious talk and stuff...and those are really nice chats.  I also had another talk with another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106905933262231390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106905933262231390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106905933262231390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106905933262231390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/yesterday-night-i-was-talking-with-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106897725350065791</id><published>2003-11-16T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T02:08:03.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuff that I miss...1)Roy2)Spending time with friends3)Barnes &amp; Noble Study Nights4)Indie Films with my Indie Buddies, Phimy and Pauline5)Visits to UCR, UCI, and UCLA6)Watching Naruto7)"The Adventures of Supa Shroomie and OB Freak"8)"HER"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106897725350065791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106897725350065791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106897725350065791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106897725350065791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/stuff-that-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106897684860290274</id><published>2003-11-16T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T00:56:25.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fortune Cookie from Panda Express:"A mysterious person will enter your life soon."I am a freaking genius.  When I cracked open the fortune cookie...I read my fortune.....except I read "Panda Express experincing 20 years of yummy."  I was like...wtf kinda fortune is that?!?!?!  And then I flipped it over and was like OHHHHH!!!!! LOL!!  Yup enjoy my stupidity or as Cindy calls it...ReTaRdEdNeSs..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106897684860290274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106897684860290274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106897684860290274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106897684860290274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/fortune-cookie-from-panda-express.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106897640924990153</id><published>2003-11-16T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T15:23:33.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a chance to go see Steffy Dang.  One of my best online friends...past g/f...and kick @$$ friend...a lot has changed.  I seem to be more busier...and she was always busy.  Her school has these trips...really cool trips to a lot of places...places that regular schools don't have.or I guess high schools did have, but anyways...she lives in Texas(Yea...birthstate!!!!) but goes to school and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106897640924990153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106897640924990153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106897640924990153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106897640924990153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-had-chance-to-go-see-steffy-dang.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106880877449663629</id><published>2003-11-14T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T03:24:13.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work is satisfying...more than I would ever expect.  I have fun there..the people are nice and chill, and like the work isn't that bad.  Even though it is a minimum wage job, it is a good first job and good first experience of the workforce.  Gosh...I never thought I would be working.  I mean I always said I wanted a job, but I was kind of happy that no one wanted to hire me.  I guess I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106880877449663629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106880877449663629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106880877449663629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106880877449663629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/work-is-satisfying.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106835358293521393</id><published>2003-11-08T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T20:53:24.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gosh darnit...I was really sick on Friday, so like I didn't go to school...Missed a Chinese Quiz...ai yah...but I couldn't even get out of bed and it was horrible.  Work is all right...making the dough...can't complain...and I got an A- on my essay...darn a damn minus..oh well...still got the A...anyways will post essay later...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106835358293521393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106835358293521393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106835358293521393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106835358293521393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/gosh-darnit.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106800018072668019</id><published>2003-11-04T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T18:43:16.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oct. 29:  Phimy Truong...my Indie film buddy...hey there chick have a happy happy birthday!  You are one cool chick and what is even cooler about you is taht you like the same movies I like..plus you hilarious!! haha..well have a good 19th.Oct 31: Halloween BabiesChris Reyes....hey homie...the second half of Rice and Beans...Guess which part is he?  Arroz y Frijoles!  Happy Brithday mang you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106800018072668019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106800018072668019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106800018072668019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106800018072668019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/oct.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106799962977532688</id><published>2003-11-04T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T18:34:20.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay...haven't been on this for a while because I haven't had time or felt like typing on this. Work is taking up a lot of my time, and like I might even get another one.  I might work at the South El Monte Public Library.  Pretty cool, plus I can check books read books and do my homework as well!!  So looking forward to that.Work has been fun and I enjoy it plus I gets the money which isn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106799962977532688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106799962977532688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106799962977532688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106799962977532688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106732269798360918</id><published>2003-10-27T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T17:56:09.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My condolences goes out to the families who have lost someone or their home due to the many fires blazing in Southern California.  It is really sad to have lost some people due to a fire that was probably started by an arsonist.  Gay...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106732269798360918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106732269798360918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106732269798360918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106732269798360918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/10/my-condolences-goes-out-to-families.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106707208698675389</id><published>2003-10-25T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T01:54:48.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>work tiring...got work at 1PM...til 6PM...ai yah..Oh I got a job at Edward's Theater @ Alhambra. Edward's Rennisance Stadium 14.  Hurray...I have joined to work force!!!  It is fun so far...good good...Candy is my boss....but whatevers...its all good</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106707208698675389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106707208698675389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106707208698675389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106707208698675389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/10/work-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106677483751844624</id><published>2003-10-21T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T15:20:37.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right now, I am at school.  Waiting for the clock to hit 4:00PM.  The first study group session will then begin, and then I teach til 6.  They leave and then the second group arrives.  How fun.  Stayed up all night making the Wheel of Fortune Spinning Wheel and the Jeopardy board.  Then stayed up and made a worksheet and then had to write out the questions for Jeopardy.  Hope this study group is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106677483751844624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106677483751844624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106677483751844624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106677483751844624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/10/right-now-i-am-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106656438784477331</id><published>2003-10-19T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T04:53:07.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rosa-still friends...resolved everything...Carrow's Run are the best!!!  Love ya Rosuto!Julie-Thanks for the talk, and stuff...Next Saturday....Ant-Thanks for coming over and talking...no thanks for the groping and raping...oh and if you ever come near me with that stun gun....you will die!! (After I regain consciousness) [sp?] LOLLast entry was just me feeling useless...i dont know...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106656438784477331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106656438784477331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106656438784477331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106656438784477331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/10/rosa-still-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106653851239519818</id><published>2003-10-18T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T21:41:51.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lotta shit happened in such a short amount of time.Drove to Riverside to see Rosa for her BdayFriday had a midterm for History, but the teacher never showed up...Went out with friends...to chill...Rosa not my friend anymore...Brother tried to commit suicide.  Got sent to hospital.Family not getting better, and this incident just made it worse.But it is not like you ever ask me how I am or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106653851239519818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106653851239519818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106653851239519818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106653851239519818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/10/lotta-shit-happened-in-such-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106625052560759733</id><published>2003-10-15T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T03:21:29.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Gotta give the manager of Edwards my Work Experience/Volunteer past Employer.DONEI only got Volunteer expereince...gotta do that today.  I don't think I did that well on the interview.  But hopefully I will get the job... :-\School...Midterms coming up.  Today was a good day.  Arrived late to class cuz of stupid SIG Alert and like mean traffic til Hacienda on the 60E.  But we had a Jeopardy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106625052560759733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106625052560759733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106625052560759733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106625052560759733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106616022818732401</id><published>2003-10-14T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T12:39:23.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got a job interview today to work at Edwards Rennaisance Theatre in Alhambra on Main and Garfield at 7:00PM.  Hurray!!!!  I might finally get a job!  And then this will be the first step in me getting the hell outta my house!but....I also have a Chinese Study Gruop today as well.  For the past two weeks, there have been study groups every Tuesday and I set them up and help others who need it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106616022818732401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106616022818732401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106616022818732401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106616022818732401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/10/got-job-interview-today-to-work-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106601588992980149</id><published>2003-10-12T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T20:31:29.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyday that passes by is just another day in which I just feel lonlier and lonlier.Sure, lately, I have been going out, doing things with other people, but the lonliness I feel still stays with me.  It just lingers on and drags you down.  I have been feeling like this for a long time now, just hoping it would just go away.  Thought that if I go out and be more social that this feeling will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106601588992980149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106601588992980149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106601588992980149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106601588992980149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/10/everyday-that-passes-by-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106594472532034437</id><published>2003-10-12T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T00:45:24.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At Hsin's Apt right now...Johnson is at MIKE's apartment right now. And he is sitting here, on the computer, like a loser. Who goes to a party and sits at a computer and posts on his journal? I dont know.. I really dont. Johnson Changy perhaps? Yeah thats right. Johnson says I'm the loser, but he is so wrong, because I am the winner. I won many rounds of 13 tonight. Thats right. John is asleep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106594472532034437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106594472532034437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106594472532034437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106594472532034437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/10/at-hsins-apt-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106583464682956311</id><published>2003-10-10T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T18:10:46.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't updated on here for a while.  School has been taking up most of my time. Well Hell week is over.  And the results are in for everything.  Starting with History...well I took my 2nd quiz (results on wenesday) I did my 5 page report on Roughing It, and I got it back today.  I got a 17 out of 20...in other words...89/100 B+.  So far so good in that class.  Next up Chinese.  I two quizzes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106583464682956311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106583464682956311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106583464682956311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106583464682956311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/10/havent-updated-on-here-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106489051419188651</id><published>2003-09-29T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T19:55:13.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Everything!!!</title><summary type='text'>Okay so yeah....September 23, was my friend's birthday.  Cindy Tanaka. Yeah, we have been friends for a very long time.  Met ya in freshman year at SEMHS, and even had you for choir and stuff.  Been through a lot together.  You are a really cool and great friend to know.  Hope you had fun on your Birthday...after i kidnapped you and told you bout it first..but yeah special day indeed...lol..yeah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106489051419188651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106489051419188651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106489051419188651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106489051419188651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/09/update-on-everything.html' title='Update on Everything!!!'/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106435249427791553</id><published>2003-09-23T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T14:28:14.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry I haven't been updating...just got a lot of work to do right now...schoool is taking up a lot of time.  I gotta 5 page report due this friday on Roughing It by Mark Twain.  And I still gotta read the book. I should have been done reading by last friday..so now it's crunch time for me.  Gotta read this stupid book which always knocks me out...but today David is going to take me to Barnes and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106435249427791553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106435249427791553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106435249427791553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106435249427791553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/09/sorry-i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106402114406322161</id><published>2003-09-19T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T15:36:18.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray for the Weekend!!!</title><summary type='text'>This week went by really really quick.  It seems like it was just Monday yesterday, but the reality of it is that today is FRIDAY!!!  The weekend is finally here!!!  A well deserved weekend for me if I do say so myself.  This week has been filled with hard work.  And more work is up and coming.  I am so glad that I get to have a break from school, and it all.  I think I really need it.  Although </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106402114406322161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106402114406322161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106402114406322161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106402114406322161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/09/hurray-for-weekend.html' title='Hurray for the Weekend!!!'/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106396862439603390</id><published>2003-09-19T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T04:05:18.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The essay that brought back the Blogger...</title><summary type='text'>The essay that brought back the Blogger...My Great Escape to Nowhere	“We’re moving.”                Those two simple words changed my life forever.                  How could my parents do this to me?  How could they just decide to move without consulting my brother or me?  Everything I knew was in Pomona, California.  I was just getting my life together.  Granted, I was only four years old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106396862439603390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106396862439603390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106396862439603390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106396862439603390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/09/essay-that-brought-back-blogger.html' title='The essay that brought back the Blogger...'/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106396753236413276</id><published>2003-09-19T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T03:59:51.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unretired, and it feels so good</title><summary type='text'>I think I am going to unretire my Blogger...only because I wrote an essay for my Eng 101 Class and took it to the Writing Center to get help in making it better.  Well one of the tutors told me that I am a very good writer.  Very descriptive.  She asked if I ever like wrote in a journal or anything and I told her that I used to write in a weblog.  She said that I should keep writing in this.  So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106396753236413276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106396753236413276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106396753236413276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106396753236413276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/09/unretired-and-it-feels-so-good.html' title='Unretired, and it feels so good'/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-106396734486727930</id><published>2003-09-19T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T04:00:11.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOmethings to think about and try...</title><summary type='text'>"Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Wred"Weird - must be right brain-left </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/106396734486727930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=106396734486727930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106396734486727930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/106396734486727930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/09/somethings-to-think-about-and-try.html' title='SOmethings to think about and try...'/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-105833932552058445</id><published>2003-07-16T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T04:06:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Shanon!!!  Have a great 19th!</title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Shanon!!!  Have a great 19th!Shanon Yu:  Hey there chick...hope you have a great 19th Birthday.  I know I just met you a while ago, but are a great person.  I am glad I got to know you and I had fun kicking it with ya.  You deserve the best!  Keep your head up and don't let anything bring ya down.  You are 19!! Two more years and you can drink legally!!! Haha...have a great one!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/105833932552058445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=105833932552058445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/105833932552058445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/105833932552058445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/07/happy-birthday-shanon-have-great-19th.html' title='Happy Birthday Shanon!!!  Have a great 19th!'/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970177.post-105800394056621064</id><published>2003-07-12T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T04:00:26.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem 1</title><summary type='text'>The setting of the sunTrees that were once green, lush and fullChange color and eventually fallThe decay of my body and mindBoth physically and mentally.I am old for my ageFor my age depicts nothing of me.My false happiness emits one thingWhile my eyes confess the truth.But when do you take the time to look?I can no longer keep up this facade.I am unhappyin life, love and hope.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/feeds/105800394056621064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970177&amp;postID=105800394056621064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/105800394056621064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970177/posts/default/105800394056621064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletmaleoffspring.blogspot.com/2003/07/poem-1.html' title='Poem 1'/><author><name>Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08722143306049598037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y192/ShaiGuy626/EeEEeeeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
