<?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-7724149</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:47:03.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG!</title><subtitle type='html'>just a place for me to ramble... you may find some interesting info about me on here..   but then again, you may not :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-114524053442974940</id><published>2006-04-16T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:22:14.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Letter</title><content type='html'>I shall seek and find you.&lt;br /&gt;I shall take you to bed and controle you.&lt;br /&gt;I will make you ache, shake, and sweat until you grunt and groan.&lt;br /&gt;I will make you beg for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I leave.&lt;br /&gt;You will be weak for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;The Flu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-114524053442974940?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114524053442974940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=114524053442974940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/114524053442974940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/114524053442974940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-letter.html' title='A Love Letter'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-114395486411944092</id><published>2006-04-02T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:14:24.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Card i found at Loblaws</title><content type='html'>When I got a new bike for my birthday,&lt;br /&gt;another kid would come up and say,&lt;br /&gt;"can I see your new bike?"&lt;br /&gt;only they didn't mean "see" like "look at it."&lt;br /&gt;They meant "see" like ride it like crazy,&lt;br /&gt;bump it all over the place, &lt;br /&gt;and bring it back&lt;br /&gt;all scratched up&lt;br /&gt;and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*open card*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I see you naked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-114395486411944092?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114395486411944092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=114395486411944092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/114395486411944092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/114395486411944092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/card-i-found-at-loblaws.html' title='A Card i found at Loblaws'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-114038076083596815</id><published>2006-02-19T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T15:26:26.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more me</title><content type='html'>repeat last post, add more confusing emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-probsty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-114038076083596815?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114038076083596815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=114038076083596815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/114038076083596815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/114038076083596815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-me.html' title='more me'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-113773149066056335</id><published>2006-01-19T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:31:30.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>brief update on me:  I'm single, I'm almost 19, I preparing my auditions, and I'm still in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it, i'm boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-113773149066056335?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113773149066056335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=113773149066056335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/113773149066056335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/113773149066056335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-113008761633180097</id><published>2005-10-23T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T13:13:36.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>well, i'm single again...   and thats my post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-113008761633180097?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113008761633180097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=113008761633180097' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/113008761633180097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/113008761633180097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-112839870196238233</id><published>2005-10-03T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:27:58.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an update in the life of Eric!</title><content type='html'>So ya, about that girl that i met at band camp...   the cats out of the bag, her name is Gillian, and i met her the last night there, at the extended curfew, for mentors, and MITs.  we were playing a game type thing (we called it "full contact wink murder") and it was a good ice breaker :)  i spent all my spare time on the last day (concert day!) with her. and monday decided i would ask her out..  but i didn't want to do it over msn, or the phone, cause thats cheesy.  so i had to wait...  and wait..  then i found out she was going to TYCW, so i called up Ronald and asked for a lift over to TYWO, and sat in w/ their rehearsal. after which, i found Gillian, and said "lets go for a walk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off for our walk we went, and i said "u know, i've been wanting to ask u for a while now..  will u go out with me?"  *WHAM!* &lt;-eric getting tackled by a huge hug*&lt;br /&gt;thus ends the story, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to use an analogy, that i'm rather fond of:&lt;br /&gt;we are all cans of soup sitting on a shelf.  i'm now in someone's cart, and we're walking around the store...&lt;br /&gt;the checkout line is engagement, mariage is paying, and refund is divorce:P&lt;br /&gt;i'm liking my cart ride, may it be long, and uninterupted :)&lt;br /&gt;-Eric!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-112839870196238233?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112839870196238233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=112839870196238233' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/112839870196238233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/112839870196238233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/update-in-life-of-eric.html' title='an update in the life of Eric!'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-112775198002629826</id><published>2005-09-26T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T12:26:20.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>The best thing about band camp is the friends you make.  the 2nd best thing is meeting a girl.  the 3rd best thing is realising that u dont really want to be single anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time at band camp, and i wish i was still there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, just like every other year, after band camp, i'm sick!  w00t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my posts are getting shorter, and farther in between!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-112775198002629826?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112775198002629826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=112775198002629826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/112775198002629826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/112775198002629826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-112698288535572371</id><published>2005-09-17T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T14:48:05.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>It started so well&lt;br /&gt;That late winter's night&lt;br /&gt;Quite hot she looked &lt;br /&gt;I thought at first sight&lt;br /&gt;Her shirt she removed&lt;br /&gt;With not even a care&lt;br /&gt;And thats when I saw&lt;br /&gt;She was covered in hair&lt;br /&gt;And I said unto her&lt;br /&gt;"While I do crave some nookie&lt;br /&gt;I'll be damned, my dear&lt;br /&gt;If I sleep with a wookie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got that from a comic strip, and decided that i must share it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-112698288535572371?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112698288535572371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=112698288535572371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/112698288535572371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/112698288535572371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-112614219871503319</id><published>2005-09-07T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:32:54.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random quote</title><content type='html'>"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-112614219871503319?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112614219871503319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=112614219871503319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/112614219871503319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/112614219871503319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-quote.html' title='random quote'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-111759304124717054</id><published>2005-05-31T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:30:41.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got this on a website Justin sent me</title><content type='html'>In the wide world of dating, there are many options. Do you go for the flashy guy with the smooth smile, or the dude in the corner typing away on his laptop? The following are reasons why I think my fellow females should pay more attention to the quiet geeks and nerds, and less attention to the flashy boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) While geeks and nerds may be awkward, they’re well-meaning 9 out of 10 times. That smooth dude with the sly grin and the spider hands? Wonder what HIS intentions are... plus, I’ve never had a geek guy not call me when he said he would. Score major points THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) They’re useful. In this tech-savvy world, it’s great to have a b/f who can make your laptop, desktop, and just about anything else that plugs into a wall behave itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) They’re more romantic than they’re given credit for. Ok true, their idea of romance might be to make up a spiffy web-page with all the reasons why they love you, with links to pics of you and sonnets and such... but hey. It lasts longer than flowers, plus you can show your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Due to their neglected status, there are plenty to choose from. You like ‘em tall and slender? There are plenty of geeks/nerds who are. You like ‘em smaller with more meat on their bones? Got that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) They’ve got brains. Come on now, how can intelligence be a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Most are quite good at remembering dates. Like birthdates and such, especially if they know it’ll make you happy. Due again to their neglected status, they’re more attentive than guys who “have more options”. Plus, with all that down time without a steady girlfriend, they’ll likely have mental lists of all the things they’d love to do once they GOT a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Sex. Yep. Sex. I’m not really familiar with this myself, but I’ve friends who’ve been intimate with geek guys and it’s raves all around. They say a virgin wrote the Kama Sutra... all that time thinking about sex, imagining sex, dreaming about sex, (they are male after all) coupled with a desire to make you happy? Use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) They’re relatively low-maintenance. Most can be fueled on pizza, Twinkies and Mt Dew. No complicated dinners needed here, so if you’re not the best cook, eh. Can you order a pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Most frequent bars as often as slugs frequent salt mines. You won’t have to worry much about your geek guy getting his “groove” on with club hotties because, frankly, he’ll be too busy rooting around under his computer wondering where that spare cable went. You won’t have to worry about him flirting with other women because, 9 out of 10 times, he’ll zip right by them in a perfect b-line towards the nearest electronics store. I’ve seen this happen.&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Eww. Victoria Secret’s Models... They’re so skinny. How is that feminine? You can see her ribs!”&lt;br /&gt;Geek Guy: “ooooooo...”&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Hey!” *notices he is staring lustfully towards the computer store*&lt;br /&gt;Geek Guy: “What?”&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Never mind...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Although he may not want to go to every outing with you, you can arrange swaps, as in, you’ll go to his Gamer Con dressed as an elf princess if he’ll take you to the ballet. Plus, if he doesn’t want to go someplace with you, you won’t have to worry much about what he’s up to. You’ll probably come home to find him asleep on his keyboard in a sea of Mt. Dew cans with code blinking from the screen. It’s ok. He’s used to this. Just toss a blanket over him and turn out the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) His friends aren’t jerks. I can’t stress this enough. You’ll more likely get “Omg! A GIRL!! Can I see?!” than “Hey hot stuff back that ass up here and let me get some grub on...” They’re awkward geeks too and will, 9 times out of 10, treat you with the utmost respect and, more than likely, a note of awe. A cute girl picked one of their clan to date? It could happen to them! Hope! Drag some of your single girlfriends over, open up a pack of Mt. Dew, crack open the DnD set and get working. Nothing impresses geek guys more than a girl who can hack-n-slash (well ok maybe if she can code... a geek can dream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) They’re rarely if ever possessive. They trust you, so you can be yourself around them. You like to walk around the house in a ratty t-shirt for comfort? He won’t care. He does too! They won’t get pissy if you don’t wear make-up or don’t want to bother primping your hair. If you gain a few pounds, they won’t try their best to make you feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) They’re usually very well educated. Physics majors and the like. See #5. You won’t have to listen to him blathering on about his car (ok maybe a little), he’ll have loads of other interesting things to talk about. Politics, world events, how much the chicken burgers down at the local place rock, so long as you douse them in hot sauce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) You’ll almost never have to hear, “Yaw dawg whazzap!!” plop out of their mouths. Unless it’s in jest. They spell properly, use correct punctuation, and are able to tell the difference between the toilet and the floor. They almost never get “wasted”, so you won’t have to worry about coming home to find him and his friends passed out on the floor amidst a pile of beer bottles. Mt. Dew cans, perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) And the final reason why geeks and nerds make great boyfriends: They actually give a damn about you. Not how you look (though that’s a plus), not how skinny you are, not how much make-up you primp yourself up with, but they like you for you. That kind of thing lasts longer than “DaMN baby you got a fine ass!!!” Believe me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-111759304124717054?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111759304124717054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=111759304124717054' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/111759304124717054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/111759304124717054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/got-this-on-website-justin-sent-me.html' title='Got this on a website Justin sent me'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-111543472878439311</id><published>2005-05-06T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:58:48.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>so much for a blog eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so i got home from school today, and Andrew Lang messaged me "want to go rappelling?"  so i say sure. so, andrew picks me up around 6, we go pick karima up, and its off to the trails!  we drive for a while, get to the spot, park, and start walking on what we thought was the path (it wasn't)... we ended up bushwhacking for a while, after crossing 2 roads (which we could have parked on......) we find the trail, and walk for another 15 minutes, then jump across a river (woo!)hike up a hill, rappell off the cliff, on the way down, i got hit in the head w/ a rock, and now i have a bump on my head, and a headach.  i was the 1st 1 down, then karima, then andrew, we packed up, and ended up having to wade across the river (knee deep water) and walk back thru the forest (and i lost my sunglasses in the ordeal :( ) got home at 10ish, and ate dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;thats my story, and my update :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-111543472878439311?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111543472878439311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=111543472878439311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/111543472878439311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/111543472878439311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/hahahahahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-109398347266581997</id><published>2004-08-31T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T16:20:12.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMETABLE!</title><content type='html'>DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spare,&lt;br /&gt;spare, &lt;br /&gt;lunch, &lt;br /&gt;vocal - Mrs. Caswell &lt;br /&gt;calc - Mrs. Macmillan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World history the west and the world - Pattison&lt;br /&gt;english - Waterbury&lt;br /&gt;music - Mr T!&lt;br /&gt;lunch&lt;br /&gt;metal shop - McGuinnis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Evenings: Band&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays After School: Chamber Choir&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Mornings: Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KICK ASS!@      specially after 2 hours of waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-109398347266581997?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109398347266581997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=109398347266581997' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109398347266581997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109398347266581997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/timetable.html' title='TIMETABLE!'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-109306432210528864</id><published>2004-08-21T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T13:58:18.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT AFFILIATED!</title><content type='html'>great night!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I had a gig tonight w/ the Not Affiliated Big Band, which is a semi pro jazz band, and we had gig tonight on main street unionville.  I was told to be by Fred Varley by 6:30 *coughSCOTTcough*....  so i went to the fred varley art gallery... not knowing that there was a Fred Varley Drive, on which the "band shell" is located...  by 6:45, we (oh..  forgot to mention, Mike Chlebowski came with, to listen to the amazingness that is the Not Affiliated Big Band) figured "this aint right". so we asked someone, and they told us that we were supposed to go to the band shell, which was AT THE OTHER END OF TOWN!..  so we walked ove, and got there just in time, to recieve applause for finally getting there :)   I then proceeded to sight read all my music for the next 3 hours... about 50 charts.  by the end of the night, i was alot better then at the beginning.  &lt;br /&gt;so after the gig, Mike and i walked around for a bit, then went to get some food at the Unionville Arms Pub and Grill, and our waitress was... well..  hot would ba an understatemnt....  and, all throughout the meal , ikept sugesting we ask her to join us (lol).  and at the b4 we left, as mike was walking back to the table from using the phone, she started talking to him, apparently she likes jazz, and when she heard that i was there because i was pplaying, she just had to come talk to me... her name is Lucia, and whenever i'm in town i'm supposed to come and say hi, and get a drink...  i'm going back tomorrow, lol.....  she then walked us out of the bar.    (note, to get a less biased version of the night's events, talk to mike)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guten nacht!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-109306432210528864?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109306432210528864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=109306432210528864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109306432210528864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109306432210528864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/not-affiliated.html' title='NOT AFFILIATED!'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-109271305032003975</id><published>2004-08-16T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T23:24:10.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I"M NOT DEAD!</title><content type='html'>this is my update..   i'll update better later.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-109271305032003975?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109271305032003975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=109271305032003975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109271305032003975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109271305032003975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-not-dead.html' title='I&quot;M NOT DEAD!'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-109129745083908333</id><published>2004-07-31T14:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T14:11:08.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor='#99ffff' border=3 bordercolor='#0033ff' cellspacing=0 cellpadding=3&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emotional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relaxing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Important&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font size=+2 style='color: black;'&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle align=left&gt;&lt;font style='color: black;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 bgcolor=#0033ff&gt;&lt;font size=1 class='size: 5pt;'&gt; 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anywho! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked today.&amp;nbsp; yay physical labour...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now a story about the jazz festival, and a glimps into eric's mind, and desires.....&amp;nbsp; beware, lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the jazz festival, i saw a girl selling t shirts, and i said "lets go see how much they are" so we went over, and i asked, and the girl smiled at me, and said 5 bucks...&amp;nbsp; then realising i meant the shirts, and not the flashing lights, she smiled again and said 20...&amp;nbsp; at this point i was in a trance...&amp;nbsp; she had 1 of those smiles tht i have only ever seen on 1 person befor then, and it mezmorized me... anyway, in my trance, i went for my wallet, and realised i only had 15.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and i forgot to haggle, as i was in my trance.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many things that can be attractive to guys, about girls... but when it comes to me: boobs? asses? HEEEEEEELL NO!, i go for the smiles! :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;so smile at me!, if i start acting dumb, u have a great smile!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bed time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-109116065187372675?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109116065187372675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=109116065187372675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109116065187372675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109116065187372675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog.html' title='blog?'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-109089049649298988</id><published>2004-07-26T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T21:08:16.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>todays post.  FISHING</title><content type='html'>Last night, my uncle phoned me, and asked me if i wanted to go fishing with him today. And of course i said yes!. lol..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; fishing is great fun!,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; so i packed my lunch last night, and went to bed, and got 3 and a half houtrs sleep, then got up at 4:30, got dressed/washed and ate, and my uncle picked me up at 5:00 AM.&amp;nbsp; We then drove to Gravenhurst, and spent the entire day in my uncles boat, fishing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; we caught nothing that we could keep..&amp;nbsp; ie: 5 inch rock-bass, perch, and small-mouth-bass.&amp;nbsp; we almost caught a small-mouth-bass that we could have kept, but he got away...&amp;nbsp; curses......&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; so we came home, empty handed, and red from the sun!..&amp;nbsp; it was a good day!&amp;nbsp; i got home at 8:30, and after a day on the lake, i'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;lobster man now says "Ta ta!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-109089049649298988?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109089049649298988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=109089049649298988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109089049649298988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109089049649298988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/todays-post-fishing.html' title='todays post.  FISHING'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-109078100630053826</id><published>2004-07-25T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T20:58:45.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaches Jazz Festival - was supposed to be posted last night...</title><content type='html'>Heyhey!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was supposed to go to the beaches jazz festival with the Chlebowskis yesterday, but Mike had too much homework from summer school, and Dave didn't want to go without Mike.&amp;nbsp; Mike told me that I could still go down to the festival with his parents, but that would have been kinda wierd, as i dont know them that well. So I ended up not going.&amp;nbsp;Then at 6:00 ish, I was talking to Veronica on MSN, and she told me that Justin Han wanted to go down, so the 3 of us went. V drove to the subway, and we took the subway to Queens station, and a Red Rattler (street car) to the festival. We then walked around for 3 hours at the festival..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; saw many interesting things, including women that looked like men, men that looked like women, and a rock band that was trying to be a jazz band (they were horrible).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Instead of taking the Rattler back to the subway, we walked; and an hour and a half later (or more.. not sure) we got to the subway station at Queens, and got back to Finch at about 1:30 AM, and I got home at 2:15 AM.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All in all, it was a fun time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Farzana came over, casue she needed my help with building a catapult for her grade 12 physics class in summer school... it had to be able to launch a marshmellow 6 meters, and after 2 hours of work, we had built it, and were able to lob the marshmellow about 9 metters, or more.&amp;nbsp; It was fun :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, I went to Port Parry to sub in in a&amp;nbsp;dixieland jazz band, I was playing trombone, sight reading all the music... and i made $21.00&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-109078100630053826?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109078100630053826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=109078100630053826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109078100630053826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109078100630053826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/beaches-jazz-festival-was-supposed-to.html' title='Beaches Jazz Festival - was supposed to be posted last night...'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-109064220437871172</id><published>2004-07-23T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T00:10:04.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st real post</title><content type='html'>so..&amp;nbsp; this is my first &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; post EVER!...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Jenn's B-day party tonight!&amp;nbsp; i had so much fun! we basicly sat around and talked, and it was so much fun1, i haven't laughed that much all summer!&amp;nbsp; I heard that Lowe found a 1 horse-power vibrating dildo on an e-bay type thing..&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;1 freaking HORSE POWER!!&lt;/strong&gt; first thing anyone said was "ow!" haha!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; oh it was great!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then we migrated to the basement... it was warmer down there...&amp;nbsp; more fun followed..&amp;nbsp; i met people that i never knew existed! and have come to the conclusion that i need to make more friends, and get out more.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then some of us played darts, and some random beachball fun! :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I also gave Jenn a 15 minute massage, as her birthday present, which i think she thouroly enjoyed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRHTDAY JENN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-109064220437871172?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109064220437871172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=109064220437871172' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109064220437871172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109064220437871172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/1st-real-post.html' title='1st real post'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-109059503603313708</id><published>2004-07-23T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T11:03:56.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>how do you work these things? *eric crashes his blog into a tree*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-109059503603313708?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109059503603313708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=109059503603313708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109059503603313708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109059503603313708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-109059455805525988</id><published>2004-07-23T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T10:55:58.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHH&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i should stop while i'm ahead....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; wait, i'm behind....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-109059455805525988?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109059455805525988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=109059455805525988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109059455805525988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109059455805525988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/ahhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724149.post-109059276472617185</id><published>2004-07-23T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T10:26:04.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>yup..&amp;nbsp; i got 1..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i got bored, and i wanted to post a comment on some one's blog, but found that i needed a blog to do so, so i got 1...&amp;nbsp; and will be posting ever once in a while :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in the mean time, i'm too lazy to keep typing....&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7724149-109059276472617185?l=probstysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/109059276472617185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7724149&amp;postID=109059276472617185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109059276472617185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7724149/posts/default/109059276472617185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probstysblog.blogspot.com/2004/07/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>Probsty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11929707395732390708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
