<?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-9467291</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:15:42.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of Schpeg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canadiansak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9467291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canadiansak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Johnner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09883714734794726406</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9467291.post-112095606482512301</id><published>2005-07-09T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T20:41:04.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better mood</title><content type='html'>Well today i didnt have to work and me/marion/dad werent in the house enough to have any fights develop so i am in a way better mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg called me last night aroudn 11, woke up all my family and now everyone hates her and....kidding..lol i wrote that in just because everytime she has any interaction with ne one in my family she thinks she does something to make them hate her. But she did call and i stayed on the phone with her for a fair bit of time punctuated by jokes made by M-dawg. Meg ended up  getting lost in Thunder Bay and her phone died in the middle of it, but im sure things worked out...hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably going to the mall tommorow :D Look at shoes and...shoes?  We (me and marion) have almost won the battle of internet and now its just down to choosing a provider. The dsl provider here charges 20$ a month for the first three months and gives us a free combi-modem/wireless G router but then after three months is 40 bucks a month. The cable provider is 30 a month but makes us pay for the modem, we wouldr still need to purchase a router, would be a bigger pain in the ass to wire up to compy but would be hella-faster (as in 10 X i think) but we ll see how she goes. Other than that not much to write about...just wanted to right something a little more uplifting and less bitchy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9467291-112095606482512301?l=canadiansak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canadiansak.blogspot.com/feeds/112095606482512301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9467291&amp;postID=112095606482512301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9467291/posts/default/112095606482512301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9467291/posts/default/112095606482512301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canadiansak.blogspot.com/2005/07/better-mood.html' title='Better mood'/><author><name>Johnner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09883714734794726406</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-9467291.post-112087678248507948</id><published>2005-07-08T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:39:42.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal a pain in the ass...shocking.</title><content type='html'>So...apparently havent written in this thing since may something or other and im bored to fuck so whatever. So as is currently im stuck in the rectum of the nation (Normal Illinois) and its quite the pleasent visit. The typical day has me waking up at 5 30, eating then by 6 im out to be picked up by the Wren Wagon. I hit the forest trails at 7 and depending on whether its a task day (tuesday,wednesday friday) or line check and task day (boo, monday and thursday) i work from ne where from 7-11 or 7-1ish. I am making good money, about 40 a morning working out to about 200 american a week which is pretty decent. I then come home and thats when the fun really begins! I shower...and eat, and then i play single player diablo 2 till i can no longer keep my eyes open at which point i take a nap. This lasts till about 6-7 oclock (starting around 1 30 most of the time)at which point i wake up for dinner. Dinner serves a multipurpose at my house in butthole illinois. The primary function to feed us, but the secondary purpose is FDT (Fight Development Time) The topic of the fight seems errelevent for the most part. Most of the time its on account of my little sister being a spoiled brat, crying and throwing a fit (which invokes one parent to dicipline) which is then imediatly countered by the other parent which causes an intense power struggle resulting in fight only to be exhasterbated by hannah more by standing there and crying and crying...you get the picture. Another popular scenario is my step mother making an issue out of nothing resulting in a fight with my dad where they often come very close to divorcing on the spot. This is usually followed by a half week long lag period where no food is made/bought and the house lies in a more pigstye like fashion than is disgustingly normal for our house. Today was the dad-sister special where they blow up at the dinner table and both pause mid sentence to frequent me with looks as if they are waiting for me to side with them, which doesnt happen which leads to my step mom double teaming my sister with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As should be painstakingly evident this has put me in a terrible mood as im already bored enough as is and this was supposed to be my unwinding time, which it seems has gone right out the window. Maybe once i get paid which wont be for like....a month...then ill go shopping...for shoes :D However im sorta disapointed with the recent shoe stock. Jordan has been pumping out way too many shitty run of the mill shoes and Nike hasnt come out with nething cool. Maybe ill just settle for another pair of A3's; perhaps the KG's. Top off my wardrobe..who knows. I need internet at my house...i still dont have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...what else...umm in case i dont talk to a certain someone in the near future...certain someone we need to talk...which is extremely vague i know but if u think ur the certain someone then...we need to talk. Probably just paranoya but look where i am, i have all the time in the world to overthink things. So ne ways i think im going to leave cause ive very suddenly run out of things to say. Hopefully i will have internet by the end of the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9467291-112087678248507948?l=canadiansak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canadiansak.blogspot.com/feeds/112087678248507948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9467291&amp;postID=112087678248507948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9467291/posts/default/112087678248507948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9467291/posts/default/112087678248507948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canadiansak.blogspot.com/2005/07/normal-pain-in-assshocking.html' title='Normal a pain in the ass...shocking.'/><author><name>Johnner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09883714734794726406</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-9467291.post-111638383920752525</id><published>2005-05-17T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T22:42:34.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im on a rampage</title><content type='html'>Well i figured with all the heated journal talk on sean and deannas break up, i would join the crowd and add my two cents about it as well seeing as i was in the thick of it a good portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with i will not comment on how things stand now between either deanna or sean on the here and now, nor will i make this out to seem a one way faulty relationship, actually my real bone to pick with is with a spectator to all of this, and one who i think has crossed a few lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dear lovable beerbutt, as much as i can safely assume ur just coming to your friends defense there are a few things you have not considered (sean ull like the number system of this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) You do not talk to sean as a general rule. A few hello's here and there but for the most part you guys dont say much. What does this mean? YOU KNOW SHIT ABOUT HIS TAKE ON IT! To deam this as sean copping out with lets just be friends and assume thats all there is to it is very naive. This was not just because of sean's problem with her shutting him out but an accumulation of problems that sean took to heart (if your dying to know the three strikes: Iti job, shut out and finally saturday night but no more shall be said about the actual scenarios) But to say that he has put no thought into how deanna feels about this or how she will further react raises a second point of great irony.&lt;br /&gt;2) You are one to talk about personall inconviniences? You hark on sean for doing this because deanna has had a hard month (which she has) But maybe look in the mirror? Sean broke up with her 3 weeks shy of her big obsticle yet you 2 DAYS after (yes i did check dates) her finding out about ryan post a nice big flare of a help me blog about ur self mutulation habbits and all-so terrible life. Im sorry...but in that situation deal with it, and u must be on another planet to even THINK about pointing the finger at sean.&lt;br /&gt;3) Everythign else that cant fit into the two major points. Maturity? Isnt willing to meet half way? Who the fuck are you? Last time i checked your witchcraft wasnt too reliable so i doubt you can see in the future. Just because your last relationship didnt end that way doesnt mean you can generalize. He expects deanna to return to normal that quick? Refer to point 2. Tactless ? Reffer to point one. He wasnt expecting shit. He knew she was in a rough patch other wise why would there have been the problem with her shutting him out and who are you to just declare where the hell he is coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna defend either sides reasons for the break up, but if your gonna vocalise and point the finger, take a look at the whole fucking situation. Deanna seems to be sad yet in aggreeance it wasnt the same and contempt with the promise of a friendship, and yet you have to throw this into a "seans such a bastard" point of view. Take a look at the whole situation especially on the whole "tactless" remarks, considering your convinience of your timing on your little downer i cant listen to britnany spears song cause she kills herself in the bath remarks. Point and Case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9467291-111638383920752525?l=canadiansak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canadiansak.blogspot.com/feeds/111638383920752525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9467291&amp;postID=111638383920752525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9467291/posts/default/111638383920752525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9467291/posts/default/111638383920752525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canadiansak.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-on-rampage.html' title='Im on a rampage'/><author><name>Johnner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09883714734794726406</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>
