<?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-5308183571293875211</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:18:57.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life as i know it</title><subtitle type='html'>life, insight, and random thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sawfish22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wr-jcgV8Bt0/SHuyDjG022I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SFSta8xWMis/S220/sawfish+small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308183571293875211.post-731553359269895856</id><published>2008-08-07T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:43:47.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crappy Day/Weekend/Week.</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a shitty start to the week.  First, I find out that I have to quit my job at Wal-mart because they just introduced a new policy where associates cannot go on a league of absence for more than a month.  So now our store is losing about 15 or more hard-working people because of this stupid new policy.  That really sucks because I just got a raise, I was making really good money, and I really liked the community at that store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I go to my second job where I got caught for spending too much time on “non-work related websites” for the past week.  I know I have probably spent too much time on outside websites (like Facebook, DeviantArt, etc.) but I didn’t realize how big of a deal it was to the company.  I found out that I could be potentially fired for this and so I stayed later to finish a lot of work.  I planned to come in the next day and talk to my boss about it and apologize for the mistake I had made.  This was going to be a hard thing to do, especially since the day before was probably the very worst day of my life.  Unfortunately, the next day was even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I come in the next day to my boss screaming and hollering in her office.  What a way to start the day.  I didn’t know if this was out of excitement or anger, but I went on with my day as usual, keeping my ears open to hear what was going on.  My boss continues to cry profusely in her office.  I found out that one of our co-workers had accidentally hit her head on a gate on her farm and then hit her head on cement, ultimately leading to her death.  She was really close to many people in our office, one of whom was my boss.  Well, my boss ended up leaving the office because she was too upset.  This couldn’t be a worse week for me.  My last day for this job is in 8 days and I really need to leave a good impression at this place because I need to come back to work here on holidays and breaks (thanks to Wal-mart’s shitty new policy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will happen tomorrow…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308183571293875211-731553359269895856?l=sawfish22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/feeds/731553359269895856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308183571293875211&amp;postID=731553359269895856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/731553359269895856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/731553359269895856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-crappy-dayweekendweek.html' title='My Crappy Day/Weekend/Week.'/><author><name>sawfish22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wr-jcgV8Bt0/SHuyDjG022I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SFSta8xWMis/S220/sawfish+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308183571293875211.post-6743299576666672445</id><published>2008-08-04T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T07:46:59.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Orientation.</title><content type='html'>I just got back from orientation and I am so pumped about starting college!  I'm going to Loyola University in Chicago and I am majoring in Advertising &amp;amp; Public Relations.  At first, I wasn't sure where I wanted to go to college, but Loyola ended up being the perfect school for me.  I wasn't sure if I'd get into Loyola, but once I did, I knew that it was fate and that I was meant to go to Loyola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before orientation, I was pretty nervous about going because of sleeping in an unfamiliar place, meeting new people, and the constant worrying if I'd ever feel comfortable at this school.  But as soon as I drove up Lake Shore Drive, I got goosebumps because I knew that this was the school for me.  I immediately felt comfortable and relaxed at Loyola, an unexpected yet pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I met at orientation were all very friendly and welcoming.  I met a kid from Arizona that lived in the same area that I used to live.  How ironic!  I also met this really cool girl that has a personality that I really like and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move in on August 20th and start class August 25th.  I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308183571293875211-6743299576666672445?l=sawfish22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/feeds/6743299576666672445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308183571293875211&amp;postID=6743299576666672445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/6743299576666672445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/6743299576666672445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/2008/08/college-orientation.html' title='College Orientation.'/><author><name>sawfish22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wr-jcgV8Bt0/SHuyDjG022I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SFSta8xWMis/S220/sawfish+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308183571293875211.post-7054731123934866483</id><published>2008-07-28T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T06:52:21.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Found Out.</title><content type='html'>Wow.  That's about all I can say.  I just found out last night that two of my favorite cousins are having a really tough time.  Really tough as in the 17-year old cousin ran away from home and hasn't come back in 3 weeks.  And the other cousin, who is 16, is experimenting with several drugs and getting into a tough group of friends.  The 17-year old wrote a letter to his parents asking to be removed from his family, "claiming" that he can just live with friends and live without his parents.  I've never even thought that any of this would ever happen to this "normal" family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the 16-year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; page reveals several marijuana and drug references and I can sadly see him going into gang life in the not so distant future.  The 17-year old won't answer his phone.  The parents know where he is, but they really just don't know what to do.  I'm in the same exact position.  I've been pretty close to both of them, but I never thought that any of it would go this far.  The 17-year old is also experimenting with drugs and I'm afraid of what could happen to him if he continues down that path too far.  He does talk to his brother (aka: the 16-year old) just about everyday, which I think is probably good for both of them, but I know that they also will not finish high school, not go to college, and regret everything that they're doing for the rest of their life.  Maybe not right now, but eventually, I really think that they will.  Beyond all of this, I know that these two kids can really be good and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;respectable&lt;/span&gt; people, but when drugs and depression dictate your life, it's hard to know what's right and what's wrong.  Just looking at the 16-year old this weekend, I could see that he's really depressed and at a really tough time in his life.  He doesn't look happy at all, which isn't typical of him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that both of them will come out of this eventually.  When peer pressure forces you down a terrible path, it's hard for them to turn back.  I'm scared that they will start using more extreme drugs that will lead to their deaths.  That's so frightening to think about.  I don't even want to think about that at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308183571293875211-7054731123934866483?l=sawfish22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/feeds/7054731123934866483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308183571293875211&amp;postID=7054731123934866483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/7054731123934866483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/7054731123934866483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-found-out.html' title='I Just Found Out.'/><author><name>sawfish22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wr-jcgV8Bt0/SHuyDjG022I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SFSta8xWMis/S220/sawfish+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308183571293875211.post-7097476803313959222</id><published>2008-07-25T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:14:56.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Flowing Poem.</title><content type='html'>This poem just wrote so naturally.  But I'm not sure what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not hide those eyes.&lt;br /&gt;They make you untouchable&lt;br /&gt;But they will not cover up all your lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I can love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;My mind runs on empty&lt;br /&gt;And I get depressed because I’m all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I can love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I saw a hint of interest&lt;br /&gt;From your unpredictable life&lt;br /&gt;And I’m being completely honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live life without you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308183571293875211-7097476803313959222?l=sawfish22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/feeds/7097476803313959222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308183571293875211&amp;postID=7097476803313959222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/7097476803313959222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/7097476803313959222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-flowing-poem.html' title='Another Flowing Poem.'/><author><name>sawfish22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wr-jcgV8Bt0/SHuyDjG022I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SFSta8xWMis/S220/sawfish+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308183571293875211.post-3533263691385306786</id><published>2008-07-25T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:13:01.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couplet-Type Open Poem.</title><content type='html'>I don't think I like this poem that much, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one that I see when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The one that makes my whole world rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Then it would be the two of us, young and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you need someone to make you whole&lt;br /&gt;I’m the only one that can complete your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t how much I care about you&lt;br /&gt;Our tones match the exact same hue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never before has something felt so right&lt;br /&gt;One love, two hearts, plain in sight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308183571293875211-3533263691385306786?l=sawfish22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/feeds/3533263691385306786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308183571293875211&amp;postID=3533263691385306786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/3533263691385306786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/3533263691385306786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/2008/07/couplet-type-open-poem.html' title='Couplet-Type Open Poem.'/><author><name>sawfish22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wr-jcgV8Bt0/SHuyDjG022I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SFSta8xWMis/S220/sawfish+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308183571293875211.post-4719698535492710345</id><published>2008-07-16T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:27:48.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Amazon.com Wishlist.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about doing this post for a while now.  These are some of the items on my Amazon.com wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any "Walking Dead" graphic novel volume&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Persepolis" books and DVD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Spirited Away" DVD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Batman Beyond Complete Collection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kodak EasyShare 8.2 MP Black Camera and 4 GB SD Memory Card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adobe Photoshop CS3 or Paint Shop Pro Photo X2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2001: Nights Graphic Novel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spore (PC)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diablo Battle Chest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Resident Evil 4 (Wii)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rock Band 2 (Xbox 360)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Street Fighter Anniversary Collection (Xbox)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grand Theft Auto: The Trilogy (Xbox)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Street Fighter IV (Xbox 360)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll probably update this list from time to time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308183571293875211-4719698535492710345?l=sawfish22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/feeds/4719698535492710345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308183571293875211&amp;postID=4719698535492710345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/4719698535492710345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/4719698535492710345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-amazoncom-wishlist.html' title='My Amazon.com Wishlist.'/><author><name>sawfish22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wr-jcgV8Bt0/SHuyDjG022I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SFSta8xWMis/S220/sawfish+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308183571293875211.post-2600521807071755449</id><published>2008-07-14T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:03:42.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem That Wrote Like A Song.</title><content type='html'>This poem just wrote like a song. I was kinda singing the lines in my head as lyrics to get inspiration. It just wrote so naturally and out of nowhere. I love when that happens :) But lately, I've just had a lot of creativity just flowing through my head. I don't know if that's because I'm trying to make my job interesting or if it's just a phase, but I've just been coming up with creative songs/lyrics/poems/beats/lines/ideas randomly throughout the past few days that I've been jotting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold hands and always be together&lt;br /&gt;I want us to live forever&lt;br /&gt;Dance for a while in the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;We’ll laugh and play, it’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could choose what we want to do&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing what’s false or what’s really true&lt;br /&gt;You might give this perfect life a chance&lt;br /&gt;And live a life full of peace and romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s prove them wrong and show them we can last&lt;br /&gt;Living secluded to forget our past&lt;br /&gt;Running everywhere and living nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Alive for the moment without a single care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will you believe&lt;br /&gt;In a better life than the one you lead?&lt;br /&gt;How about we give up&lt;br /&gt;And just blame it on luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll live alone with no one around&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us, together unbound&lt;br /&gt;Nobody to judge or laugh&lt;br /&gt;Leaving them behind to start our own path&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308183571293875211-2600521807071755449?l=sawfish22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/feeds/2600521807071755449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308183571293875211&amp;postID=2600521807071755449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/2600521807071755449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/2600521807071755449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/2008/07/poem-that-wrote-like-song.html' title='A Poem That Wrote Like A Song.'/><author><name>sawfish22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wr-jcgV8Bt0/SHuyDjG022I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SFSta8xWMis/S220/sawfish+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308183571293875211.post-9196333403203392873</id><published>2008-07-14T08:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:27:28.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem I Wrote Today.</title><content type='html'>You’re not just another brick in the wall&lt;br /&gt;To me, you stand out in the crowd, proud and tall&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has ever made me feel this way before&lt;br /&gt;As days pass, I want you even more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that I needed to calm down and chill out&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you’re the one for me, without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Even though you think you’re not extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;To me, you’re anything but the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing your smile everyday&lt;br /&gt;What should I say to make everything okay?&lt;br /&gt;I think you don’t fully believe&lt;br /&gt;That I’m not like other guys who’ll just pack up and leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking about you 24/7, everyday and night&lt;br /&gt;I wish everything would just be okay and finally alright&lt;br /&gt;I want you to answer differently when I beg “Please?”&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then you’ll discover, that the juice is worth the squeeze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308183571293875211-9196333403203392873?l=sawfish22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/feeds/9196333403203392873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308183571293875211&amp;postID=9196333403203392873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/9196333403203392873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/9196333403203392873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/2008/07/poem-i-wrote-today.html' title='A Poem I Wrote Today.'/><author><name>sawfish22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wr-jcgV8Bt0/SHuyDjG022I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SFSta8xWMis/S220/sawfish+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308183571293875211.post-6204190738319315834</id><published>2008-07-10T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:43:02.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Banner.</title><content type='html'>I just finished up the new banner. I'm not digging the chalk-like font for the title right now, but I'll wait and see. Maybe I'll change it, maybe I won't. I'll keep it for a while and see how I like it (or don't like it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circle logo is something I made a while ago for my band in high school (named "Sawfish"). I liked how the logo turned out and the name sawfish just stuck. I use sawfish22 and the logo for avatars and screennames now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: I didn't like it. I went with a more modern font.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308183571293875211-6204190738319315834?l=sawfish22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/feeds/6204190738319315834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308183571293875211&amp;postID=6204190738319315834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/6204190738319315834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/6204190738319315834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-banner.html' title='New Banner.'/><author><name>sawfish22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wr-jcgV8Bt0/SHuyDjG022I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SFSta8xWMis/S220/sawfish+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308183571293875211.post-345133084996722657</id><published>2008-07-08T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:37:17.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Poem.</title><content type='html'>What if it doesn’t work out?&lt;br /&gt;What if we aren’t meant to be together?&lt;br /&gt;What if we’re too young?&lt;br /&gt;What if she doesn’t like me?&lt;br /&gt;What if she doesn’t notice when I’m not around?&lt;br /&gt;What if she likes someone else?&lt;br /&gt;What if she isn’t my soul mate?&lt;br /&gt;What if she never returns my calls?&lt;br /&gt;What if she thinks I’m a creep?&lt;br /&gt;What if I’m not good enough for her?&lt;br /&gt;What if it turns out like every other relationship?&lt;br /&gt;What if everyone else is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308183571293875211-345133084996722657?l=sawfish22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/feeds/345133084996722657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308183571293875211&amp;postID=345133084996722657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/345133084996722657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/345133084996722657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-poem.html' title='Another Poem.'/><author><name>sawfish22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wr-jcgV8Bt0/SHuyDjG022I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SFSta8xWMis/S220/sawfish+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308183571293875211.post-1684448502347519527</id><published>2008-07-07T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:17:55.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Poem.</title><content type='html'>This poem just flowed as I wrote it. It's about this one girl, but I won't post her name here or anything. It pretty much sums up my thoughts that I've been thinking about for the past couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you&lt;br /&gt;But you never call me&lt;br /&gt;I ask you&lt;br /&gt;But you never answer me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice you&lt;br /&gt;But you never remember me&lt;br /&gt;I see you&lt;br /&gt;But you never look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;For your calls that won’t come through&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;For your honest and direct response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;For a single hint of recognition&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;For your glance or even your stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if it takes a million years,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait for you forever&lt;br /&gt;Because as much as I hate it,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want you even more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308183571293875211-1684448502347519527?l=sawfish22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/feeds/1684448502347519527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308183571293875211&amp;postID=1684448502347519527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/1684448502347519527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/1684448502347519527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-poem.html' title='New Poem.'/><author><name>sawfish22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wr-jcgV8Bt0/SHuyDjG022I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SFSta8xWMis/S220/sawfish+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5308183571293875211.post-6606473189378899838</id><published>2008-07-02T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:01:08.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post.</title><content type='html'>This is my first post. I'm going to try and update this blog with my random thoughts and musings from time to time. I'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to change the world or anything. And I'm not going to stick to a schedule of writing everyday. If I happen to write everyday, so be it. But it's not a strict schedule by any means. I'm just going to write what comes to my mind, whether that's insight into something I've been thinking about or a story about something. I don't know if I'll write something as prose or a poem. I just write and see how it turns out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5308183571293875211-6606473189378899838?l=sawfish22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/feeds/6606473189378899838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5308183571293875211&amp;postID=6606473189378899838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/6606473189378899838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5308183571293875211/posts/default/6606473189378899838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawfish22.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-post.html' title='First Post.'/><author><name>sawfish22</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wr-jcgV8Bt0/SHuyDjG022I/AAAAAAAAAC8/SFSta8xWMis/S220/sawfish+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
