<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342</id><updated>2009-02-20T20:17:35.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comical Life</title><subtitle type='html'>My life in a nutshell... with nuts!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105906357495826617</id><published>2003-07-24T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T09:19:35.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No. I'm not dead. Lying about that would be as stupid as telling the police your not home, sneaking out the back door, putting on a hat and a fake moustache, coming around to the front of the house and ringing the doorbell (Gotta remember to try that one...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that aside, I can tell you what's been going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: VBS started. Got to see Abby. Get to see Abby the rest of the week. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Did nothing. VBS. Came home. the power went out.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Power was still out. Apparently, all throuhgout the Northern part of town. Had to use a rotary phone in the basement. Finally, after 18-and-a-half hours, the power comes back on. All rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: That's today. Shut up and wait till something happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105906357495826617?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105906357495826617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105906357495826617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105906357495826617' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105874194181247811</id><published>2003-07-20T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T15:59:01.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I saw Abby again (duh). That makes me feel better. But when I got home, somebody I didn't even know started talking to me on AIM. She said that Skylar told her to talk to me. It's almost as though he hasn't been noticing anything about Abby in my blog. Thanks alot, Skylar... &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105874194181247811?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105874194181247811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105874194181247811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105874194181247811' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105863855148370577</id><published>2003-07-19T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T11:15:51.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you might have guessed, nothing interesting happened at all. So... I get to see Abby tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105863855148370577?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105863855148370577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105863855148370577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105863855148370577' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105770299306097663</id><published>2003-07-08T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T15:23:13.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday, July 2 - Tuesday, July 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. As of 12:00 midnight, that's one whole week ripped of events. Or, interesting ones...&lt;br /&gt;If you really don't want to die while staring at your monitor, I strongly suggest that the following should &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;  be read, especially out loud, outside at a picnic, at a UN confrence, or at a school board meeting. Well, actually, that one's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING:&lt;/strong&gt; The following text has been rated NC-17 due to the fact that we need fewer reckless drivers on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the events of this week (week meaning the seven days from July 2 - July 8):&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Woke up, ate breakfast, checked e-mail, ate lunch, went to the pool, came home, ate dinner, fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Woke up, ate breakfast, checked e-mail, ate lunch, went to the pool, came home, ate dinner, fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Woke up, ate breakfast, checked e-mail, ate lunch, went to the pool, came home, ate dinner, fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Woke up, ate breakfast, checked e-mail, went to some people's house for a party, came home, fireworks (yawn), fell asleep. No, I didn't see Abby. Youth Group was cancelled, duh...&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Woke up, ate breakfast, checked e-mail, went to church, ate lunch, went to the pool, came home, ate dinner, fell asleep. (Yes, the pool is open on Sunday.)&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Woke up, ate breakfast, checked e-mail, ate lunch, went to the pool, came home, ate dinner, fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Woke up, ate breakfast, checked e-mail, ate lunch, went to the pool, came home, ate dinner, and here I am... writing this now... pretty freaky, huh? I'll never do this again (uuuhhhh... no?). I'm about to fall asleep. Either that or I'm about to die. Oh, well... I'll post something interesting whenever it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105770299306097663?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105770299306097663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105770299306097663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105770299306097663' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105717250497633254</id><published>2003-07-02T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T12:01:45.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't complain about my not posting for the last few days. I post when I feel like it. Or when things get interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Skylar: Hate mail? Never! Hate blog note, maybe...&lt;br /&gt;I CAN take a joke! But with your ignoring me last (school) year (except for the "jokes") and telling me to go away all the time (not to mention talking about me behind my back, spreading rumors, and believing lies that people tell you [some who you even hate or never talk to]), how can I tell what's a joke and what's not? Besides, when's the last time YOU ever laughed at a joke about yourself? Never! So, you can't tell &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYBODY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who can take a joke and who can't!&lt;br /&gt;To everyone else (if anyone else): Nothing unusual happened today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105717250497633254?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105717250497633254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105717250497633254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105717250497633254' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105662919215511606</id><published>2003-06-26T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T05:06:32.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, if this is what June's like, I don't want to know about August. It's gonna be in the high 90's today, or is supposed to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105662919215511606?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105662919215511606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105662919215511606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105662919215511606' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105659053015191913</id><published>2003-06-25T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T18:22:10.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was hot again today. It sucked. It feels worse on the third floor. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105659053015191913?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105659053015191913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105659053015191913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105659053015191913' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105650351539370380</id><published>2003-06-24T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T18:11:55.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, the ferris wheel broke off of the motor and rolled down the highway, crushing several cars, and finally tossed us all into the nearest nuclear testing facility. In other words, today sucked. It was 92 Degrees in the shade at my house. It's hot as hell on the third floor, even though it's now 76 degrees outside... And I have no idea why my dog and cat are up there. It's perfectly cool down here. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105650351539370380?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105650351539370380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105650351539370380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105650351539370380' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105646235657378555</id><published>2003-06-24T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T06:45:56.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life is a rollercoaster. The kind that starts off pretty good, goes up an incline, about to drop off the top, then dies. Yes, this means nopthing happened today. I've been reading &lt;a href="http://www.gamerslife.blogspot.com"&gt;Skylar's Blog&lt;/a&gt;, and I doubt he's been reading mine. Even though it may be pretty early in the morning, I can already tell that the rollercoaster's in the repair shop and the operators and park security have already ushered us over to the ferris wheel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105646235657378555?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105646235657378555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105646235657378555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105646235657378555' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105624877225018483</id><published>2003-06-21T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T19:26:12.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As with Thursday, I didn't post anything cuz nothing was interesting. Today, however, &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; intersting. As usual, I had youth group and got to see Abby. She was much nicer to me today. We smiled at each other alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as "promised", here's your once-in-a-while commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buy this thing I'm selling. It's really great. You just... you just... ummmm... You just turn this notch up and push this button, I guess, and... here goes... *click* *Bruuuuaaaaaaaaaa...**scramble, scramble**chop**cut**BOOM!* Uh... there. It... works, I think..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105624877225018483?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105624877225018483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105624877225018483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105624877225018483' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105602128577671988</id><published>2003-06-19T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T04:14:45.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't post anything yesterday because, well, nothing happened. I'll keep watching stuff today and tell you what happens later. If this keeps up, I'm going to have to take up watching soap operas... (noooooo!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105602128577671988?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105602128577671988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105602128577671988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105602128577671988' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105586361965685948</id><published>2003-06-17T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T08:26:59.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to spend more time on this... Anyway, I've decided that every once-in-a-while, I would try to sell you stuff over ,my blog and rip you all off (all one of you). So, uh... go read &lt;a href="http://www.gamerslife.blogspot.com"&gt;Skylar's blog&lt;/a&gt; . NOW. Oh, and nothing interesting has happened that involves Abby yet. Hey, I only get to see her once a week, give me a break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105586361965685948?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105586361965685948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105586361965685948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105586361965685948' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105546840218686809</id><published>2003-06-12T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T18:40:02.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. Six days since my last post. That's probably because I never get any moments by myself anymore... Well, Skylar's hooked on another girl, and it seems to be going pretty good tight now. Except for the fact that her sister won't let her talk to him... Well, I hope THIS one works out well, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah! I forgot to mention this cool fight he had with a guy from England on MSN. It's pretty funny, and I hope he posts it all in his blog. *HINT, HINT!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105546840218686809?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105546840218686809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105546840218686809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105546840218686809' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105492417310674917</id><published>2003-06-06T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T11:29:33.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My last post didn't work, so, this will have to make up for it. (To Skylar) I already TOLD you that I don't WANT to look at that picture! I thought you understood the first 5 times I had to tell you! Shut up! AND I already told you that I know my "pet's aren't invisible"! It was a JOKE, Skylar! Get over it! And finally, I would like to conclude with this last comment: Yeah, he WAS my friend! You just can't get over the fact that I might have more friends than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with that out of the way, I have an important announcement... Today... &lt;_&lt;... &gt;_&gt;... was... the... last... day... of... school... finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's all for now. Go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105492417310674917?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105492417310674917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105492417310674917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105492417310674917' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105458310331336635</id><published>2003-06-02T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T12:45:03.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my friends died in a car crash last night. I have nothing else to post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105458310331336635?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105458310331336635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105458310331336635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105458310331336635' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105451049602210533</id><published>2003-06-01T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T16:34:55.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dog is invisible, too. I sometimes hear him, but can't find him anywhere. And apart from being invisible, my cat learned how to open doors. This, I admit, Is scary...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105451049602210533?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105451049602210533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105451049602210533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105451049602210533' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105451021812320705</id><published>2003-06-01T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T16:30:17.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Skylar finally figured out the whole deal with Amber. It was a cruel prank. Now he's focused on an English girl who he doesn't even know.   -_-    ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105451021812320705?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105451021812320705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105451021812320705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105451021812320705' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105450980605155026</id><published>2003-06-01T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T16:23:25.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abby smiles at me alot. I'm on this subject too much, but I have nothing else to write about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105450980605155026?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105450980605155026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105450980605155026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105450980605155026' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105449821947636795</id><published>2003-06-01T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T13:10:19.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a strange twist of events, I saw Abby today! I'm not sure she saw me, though. I spent the whole time staring at her. I think I'm obsessed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105449821947636795?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105449821947636795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105449821947636795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105449821947636795' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105447670317272554</id><published>2003-06-01T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T07:11:43.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've decided to stop posting what day of the blog it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... Sunday... In the depth of my mind, I know tomorrow I have to go to school, and tonight I have to go to bed early. I missed seeing Abby yesterday cause skylar was over... I guess it was worth it, though. he brought his GC and Skies of Arcadia. Nothing much going on here. I'll post more about today soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105447670317272554?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105447670317272554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105447670317272554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105447670317272554' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105438486181159522</id><published>2003-05-31T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T05:43:07.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't stand it any longer. My cat keeps chasing my dog around at night and the dog usually seeks refuge on one of our beds. It's getting kinda annoying... I also keep forgetting to tell you that I live in a funeral home and it's pretty easy to freak people out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, just as Skylar has eyes for Amber, I have a little optical fixation myself...&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Abby. I only get to see her every Saturday, and that's only because she's home schooled and in my youth group. She's a nice person, though... I'll post more on this subject later, too. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a funny side note. In Science yesterday and Thursday, since the finals aren't until Monday, we had a choice of watching a movie. Shawn (a student, duh...) decided to bring &lt;em&gt;Joe Dirt,&lt;/em&gt; since Mr. Cron (the teacher, duh...) hadn't seen it before. Every time something happened that was even related to sexual content, Mr Cron would just smile his "do you want to have this class next year, even though it might not be with me because the Vice Principal is checking classes today" smile and say, "Shaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwnnnnnnn...?" And everybody would laugh and stare at both Shawn and Mr. Cron wondering what would happen next. He would also state that, seeing as we also watched &lt;em&gt;National &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lampoon Christmas Vacation&lt;/em&gt; Wednesday and got away with it (though the Principal did come around that day), "you'll never bring another video into this class again, Shawn..." smiling, of course. Now we're watching &lt;em&gt;Gladiator&lt;/em&gt; and I'm expecting the Superintendent to come for a visit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to be posted later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105438486181159522?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105438486181159522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105438486181159522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105438486181159522' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105438159446790912</id><published>2003-05-31T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T04:46:34.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Day 2 of the blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for Skylar. He can't figure out if Amber's just playing a cruel, yet elaborate joke on him. For more info on that, the link is once again, &lt;a href="http://www.gamerslife.blogspot.com"&gt;www.gamerslife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, glad it's Saturday, and glad that we have "half days" (which means they take 2 periods off) at school for the rest of the year. My cat came into my room and hid under my bed. I stared at the only way out of my room for a few minutes. Then, I heard my mom come out of the bathroom and along with that... meowing. I looked under my bed to see if he was there, and apparently he wasn't. He was outside the bathroom door and my mom was taking him upstairs. I have come to the only possible conclusion... My cat has constructed a cloaking device and has hid it under my bed. Since then, he has been running under my bed and driving me crazy for the past 3 years. Another tale to escalate my suspicion: Some number of weeks ago, my brother (college student) came home for summer vacation. He went upstairs to look for the cat and the cat was rather interested in a small, blue, plastic bag. My brother walked closer to the cat and said, "hey!". The cat ran down the stairs with the bag around his neck. We tried to look for him after that, but couldn't be found. After about an hour of searching, when everyone else had given up and gone upstairs, he came around the corner into the hallway. How else can it be explained? More blog notes on this soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105438159446790912?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105438159446790912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105438159446790912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105438159446790912' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440342.post-105434786616156501</id><published>2003-05-30T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T19:27:51.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Day 1 of the blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have my own blog... finally. I found this site with the help of my good friend Skylar who's blog can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.gamerslife.blogspot.com"&gt;www.gamerslife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should start off by saying that I plan to become a game developer and go into the business with this friend... kid... And here are 2 sites I believe you will find... interesting...&lt;a href="http://www.outwar.com/page.php?x=1022299" &lt;br /&gt;Prank Calls &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/melonthegreen"&gt;www.geocities.com/melonthegreen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... go there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440342-105434786616156501?l=comicallife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105434786616156501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440342/posts/default/105434786616156501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comicallife.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105434786616156501' title=''/><author><name>Seth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16344412547486398540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05171805838210723679'/></author></entry></feed>