<?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-6122376</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:12:03.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Stevo</title><subtitle type='html'>Love can not be found where it does not truly exist and can not be hidden where it truly does.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-111051533636851256</id><published>2005-03-10T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T23:28:56.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive moved to LJ.  GenuineSmile29</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/111051533636851256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/111051533636851256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111051533636851256' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-110843827695091553</id><published>2005-02-14T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:31:16.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The harder I pursue love the faster it seems to run...It's strange how two people tell eachother that they're always there for the other if they need someone, but never go to the other when they do...I hope you had an enchanting Valentine's Day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/110843827695091553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/110843827695091553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110843827695091553' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-110783717330837240</id><published>2005-02-07T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T23:32:53.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...I can't make myself happy...my happiness relies totally upon the actions of other people...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/110783717330837240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/110783717330837240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110783717330837240' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-110783498746808974</id><published>2005-02-07T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T22:56:27.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay..things not going so well...This past weekend was jam packed.  First, when I got home on Friday I had to go shopping for black pants (yeah I know I shouldnt have waited this long but I got really cool ones!).  Then on Saturday I sleep in (a little) and then go to the Winter Showcase which consumes my day (very tiring).  So on Sunday I realize just how freakin big my pile of homework is.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/110783498746808974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/110783498746808974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110783498746808974' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-110740161056947582</id><published>2005-02-02T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:34:16.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are 20 Years Old    20  Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30-39: You are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/110740161056947582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/110740161056947582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110740161056947582' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-110739919061381404</id><published>2005-02-02T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T23:53:10.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was an okay day. Pretty standard stuff except for Architectural Design instead of CAD. I wasnt sure if I was going to like it becuase CAD had been practically no rules just making whatever i could cunjure with my imagination with 3d studio max. It turns out that our teacher is British (I dig British accents) and just as layed back as Mr Domina. He pretty much told us that the class would be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/110739919061381404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/110739919061381404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110739919061381404' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-110688223357035239</id><published>2005-01-27T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:17:13.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my day today was really long and difficult and tiring, I think I might be going deff, and being miserable today pissed someone else off so over all I'd have to rank this day as pretty low.  Still feeling all the stuff I posted about yesterday except...it's like there are things that happen that make me happy but some part of me is resisting actually letting them make me happy because there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/110688223357035239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/110688223357035239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110688223357035239' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-110679715683619417</id><published>2005-01-26T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:39:16.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've returned to my blog once again...it seems there's no better place for me to dump my misery.  I am tormented by love, it occupies my mind day and night.  Wether I'm happy or sad or angry, I'm always thinking about love.  I'm not sure wether being a hopeless romantic is a gift or a curse.  I've got this idea in my head of the perfect relationship...it's like, I dont want to start a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/110679715683619417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/110679715683619417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110679715683619417' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108562230490705287</id><published>2004-05-26T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T21:45:04.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think my blog has officially died.  I dunno, I just never feel like putting down my feelings here, I want to keep them inside.  Its kind of massichistic at times but it's part of who I am...Perhaps we'll meet again someday...~Stevo:*(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108562230490705287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108562230490705287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108562230490705287' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108312064483334055</id><published>2004-04-27T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T22:55:24.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What D&amp;D Character am I (Dont ask...)I Am A: Lawful Good Elf Mage Alignment:Lawful Good characters are the epitome of all that is just and good. They believe in order and governments that work for the benefit of all, and generally do not mind doing direct work to further their beliefs.Race:Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108312064483334055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108312064483334055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108312064483334055' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108311997374367980</id><published>2004-04-27T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T22:43:48.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, ever since I started going out with her Ive been on an emotional roller coaster, but things are starting to get better!  Now I feel as though Ive gotten off the ride, Im still a little dizzy, but that happy feeling you get after a roller coaster is begining to creep over me.  Beginings of relationships are always that hardest part.  Anyway...*smiles* life is good.  Its getting pretty late so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108311997374367980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108311997374367980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108311997374367980' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-10825112790500577</id><published>2004-04-20T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T21:38:44.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im sorry I haven't posted for a while...I've been fixing things.  I dont know exactly what's changing, but something is, and I like it :D  The past few days all feel like they've been leading up to tomorow.  Im staying after school, which is fun in itself, but then we get to depart on our over-night bus trip to Atlanta.  Im absolutely brimming with excitement.  Firstly, Ive never taken an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/10825112790500577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/10825112790500577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#10825112790500577' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108190553446729085</id><published>2004-04-13T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T21:22:50.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im not really sure what Im doing right now.  There are things I want to say, but I cant...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108190553446729085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108190553446729085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108190553446729085' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108190428551712707</id><published>2004-04-13T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T21:02:01.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need a best friend, someone I can talk to when ever I need help.  So often I wish I had someone that I could explode towards but I always just end up exploding on the inside, exploding to myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108190428551712707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108190428551712707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108190428551712707' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108190154237008497</id><published>2004-04-13T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T20:16:18.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a while my dear blog.  Ive been doing a lot of thinking over the past week or so and when I do heavy thinking i tend to get very introverted.  Come to think of it, I do heavy thinking a lot.  Ugh...even right now while Im writing this im still picking up all the pieces inside my head.  Sometimes I wish stuff would just work out and the world would make sense for once.  Alas...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108190154237008497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108190154237008497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108190154237008497' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108113867962234696</id><published>2004-04-05T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T00:21:43.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lot of stuff has been going on for the past four or so days.  Its really powerful stuff that Im doing my best to deal with.  Right now Im completely wiped out.  Ill try to hang in here and post something once Ive recovered, if I recover.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108113867962234696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108113867962234696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108113867962234696' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108095499996526786</id><published>2004-04-02T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T20:20:20.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel as though Im walking behind YouFollowing YouIf I stopped, would you turn and offer your hand?Would you even notice?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108095499996526786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108095499996526786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108095499996526786' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108070159835267554</id><published>2004-03-30T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T21:56:54.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish there was a place where I could go whenever I needed to.  A place without time where the grass is always green, the sky is always blue, and nothing exists but happiness and serenity.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108070159835267554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108070159835267554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108070159835267554' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108061824879817300</id><published>2004-03-29T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T23:13:22.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hold my breath as you slip through my fingersEyes pointed downward, the sun sinks behind a cloudThe wind stops blowingThe birds stop singingChildren stop playingThe world stops turningAnd I stop, and watch that dark cloudWaiting for the wind to carry it awaySo that I can welcome with open armsThe warm feel of the sun upon my face again</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108061824879817300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108061824879817300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108061824879817300' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108052371909607683</id><published>2004-03-28T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T20:32:12.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was an interesting day.  I woke up this morning at 9 so that I could get to a soccer tournament in Manassas by 11:30.  I reffed one U13 prelim. game and then reffed the U14 and U13 Championship games.  I was a really goos thing I was linesman all three games.  In the two championship games the players were playing really agressively and in the U13 game the center ref had to eject one of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108052371909607683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108052371909607683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108052371909607683' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108035525696966745</id><published>2004-03-26T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T21:44:27.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a good good day!  Sit down and think of all the things you have to be thankful for.  I know I always take all those things for granted...Life's good, dont worry, be happy ^_^Music is the truest expression of the soul!!!^_^ + ^_^ = &lt;3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108035525696966745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108035525696966745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108035525696966745' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108017697782096465</id><published>2004-03-24T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T20:13:06.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was really really nice out today.  I kinda wish today had been a weekend because then I actually could've gone out and enjoyed.  Alas, thus is the life of a TJ student.  Had piano lessons today, which was actually a lot of fun.  Im begging to get into composing and music theory which is really exciting to me.  I hope to be a composer some day, either as a profession or simply a hobby.  Ive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108017697782096465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108017697782096465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108017697782096465' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108009733268855895</id><published>2004-03-23T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T22:05:39.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are happy now :DFor a while there I was going throught some tough times.  She and I are working towards fixing the problem so that is very good!  Yesterday we went to the movies, which was the first true date I've ever been on *feels a little embarrased*  The movie we saw (Hidalgo) wasn't that good but I wasnt really there for the movie so thats ok ;)  All the stuff I wrote about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108009733268855895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108009733268855895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108009733268855895' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-108000887948697113</id><published>2004-03-22T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T21:31:24.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mind is a tempest of emotions right now.  When you've experienced a piece of heaven every other aspect of your life seems to lose importance.  Im too preoccupied to write about anything i actually did today.  I just want to hold everything inside cause it feels so good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108000887948697113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/108000887948697113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108000887948697113' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107997915170176603</id><published>2004-03-22T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T13:24:05.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It hurts me when you turn awayIt hurts me when Im left behindIt hurts when you look straight through meIt hurts to feel like a second thoughtDo you realize all the things I do?Do you notice all the things I say?Finally you see how much I hurtIt feels good to know that someone caresBut perhaps Im too quick to forgive and forgetBecause before long it happens again...The things I say, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107997915170176603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107997915170176603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107997915170176603' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107988897677302858</id><published>2004-03-21T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T12:14:50.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow four and a half hours of sleep is deffinitely not enough.  I woke up at 4:00 this morning and got picked up for our big Philidelphia trip at 5:15.  Once we got to TJ we set off on our 3ish hour bus ride to Norristown.  I've no complaints because I got to sit with her both ways, which made me very happy :)  Anyway, the competition was a blast.  We didnt make it to finals but thats ok because I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107988897677302858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107988897677302858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107988897677302858' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107975279345096502</id><published>2004-03-19T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T22:23:14.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man oh man oh man...Allright, we've got a drumline competition in Pensylvania tomorow, which is very cool.  The biggest downside is the call time...Ive got to wake up at 4:00AM!  Seeing as how that's only six hours away, Im going to bed right after I finish this post.Today was a very, very good day!  Hum was tolerable, I did cosiderably better on my Spanish test than I though I was going to, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107975279345096502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107975279345096502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107975279345096502' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107966913398120979</id><published>2004-03-18T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T23:08:54.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It feels so good to cry when you think everything is lost.  By the time you reach that point you know things can only get better.  I had a mental break down last night, but Im beggining to cope and Ive allready started feeling better.  School was allright today.  The fact that one person in particular brightens every school day certainly helps :)  So now im on the road to recovery, but I dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107966913398120979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107966913398120979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107966913398120979' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107958290745647128</id><published>2004-03-17T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T23:11:46.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I survived...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107958290745647128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107958290745647128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958290745647128' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107958135298796215</id><published>2004-03-17T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T22:45:51.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone please help, Im crashing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107958135298796215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107958135298796215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958135298796215' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107956826237963251</id><published>2004-03-17T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:07:41.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love is my friendLove is my foeLove is my strengthLove is my weaknessLove is my lifeLove is my painLove is my joyLove is my sorrowLove is my soul</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107956826237963251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107956826237963251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956826237963251' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107956778663583868</id><published>2004-03-17T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:27:28.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man, what a hard day.  I was so hoping that I could get to school early and spend some time with her (whenever I use the word her without a clear antecedent I am reffering to the girl to whom my heart belongs.  I dont know wether or not she wants me to use her name but Im going to play it safe and use this for now).  Anyway, I was hoping that I would get to spend some time with her, but that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107956778663583868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107956778663583868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107956778663583868' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107947903526226822</id><published>2004-03-16T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T18:20:32.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't have the opportunity to make a post yesterday.  I had drumline after school, which means I got to spend two and a half hours with the girl to whom my heart belongs &lt;3.  When I got home I baked brownies for her because she hasn't been feeling well.  When your in love, one major side effect is that everything else in your life loses priority. lolAnyway.  Today was a miserable day :(  It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107947903526226822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107947903526226822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107947903526226822' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107930829462302576</id><published>2004-03-14T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T18:54:48.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay, I had some friends over today.  We had a lot of fun playing an imported japanese game.  One of my friends who takes Japanese was trying to translate it but was having a very difficult time, "Ive never seen that symbol in my life!!!" lolol.  Good times.  Later we played some DDR and they were very impressed with my Max300 passing-ness.  Anyway...Im actually ahead on my homework!  Aren't you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107930829462302576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107930829462302576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107930829462302576' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107923864735170753</id><published>2004-03-13T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T23:34:00.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just finished watching Die Another Day, the newest Bond film, which I never bothered to go see in theaters.  It was tipical of any other Bond film, lots of explosions, guns, poor story, physicaly impossible stunts, and unnecesry sex scenes.  Anyway, this was the first time my whole family has gotten together and watched a movie for like, a year, so its all good.  My dad and I were making </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107923864735170753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107923864735170753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107923864735170753' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107922290087510255</id><published>2004-03-13T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T19:11:34.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UGH!!! Im so lonely!  I haven't seen anyone today besides my parents and an electrician!!! X0I called three friends but they all decided to be bums and not call me back...  So I've just been sitting around all day.  Played a little piano, did a little reading, ate lunch, tried to do homework, listened to music, etc.  I kinda can't wait for school on Monday, Ill get a chance to socialize.  Im so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107922290087510255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107922290087510255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107922290087510255' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107918747032577704</id><published>2004-03-13T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T09:22:42.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>{yawns}good morning everyone!So, last night was the TJ talent show!  Willy, i didn't think that our show was going to work out but it did.  Not only that, but if it had not been for you Willy, I would not have stayed for the talent show, which, i must say, deserved a raise of The Goblet of Rock!  Some of the acts were absolutely amazing.  This month (March) we've got a bunch of Japaneese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107918747032577704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107918747032577704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107918747032577704' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107915549730869065</id><published>2004-03-13T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T00:28:09.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>=)&lt;3That's all Ive got to say.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107915549730869065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107915549730869065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915549730869065' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107905135498604714</id><published>2004-03-11T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T19:32:25.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, wow, this is my second consecutive day making a post!  Im so proud of myself ^_^I've got alot going on in my life right now, I feel like I'm at a major turning point.  Firstly Im reducing my video game intake.  God knows video games have been my addiction for the last few years.  Looking back on all the hours I wasted playing counter-strike is almost enough to make me cry.  Allready Im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107905135498604714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107905135498604714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107905135498604714' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-107896469420247971</id><published>2004-03-10T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T19:28:03.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I'm back!I'm dreadfully sorry i havent posted for...four months?  -.-  Im so ashamed......I mean Im so glad Im ok!!!  After being kidnapped for four months I didnt know if Id ever return to the warm glow of my computer monitor.  But Im back now (I started a sentance with "but"!  I think that's literary taboo or something).  I sure missed you guys.Anyway, primarily whats prompted this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107896469420247971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/107896469420247971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107896469420247971' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-106972894088270408</id><published>2003-11-24T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:55:48.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is almost 10, I just got back from WDL, have a chem test tomorow, there thats a post! :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/106972894088270408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/106972894088270408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106972894088270408' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-106964186574953228</id><published>2003-11-23T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T21:44:33.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So so so...Sunday night comes again, and all weekend I've been fighting a loosing battle against the evil forces of procrastination.  Remember, "I'll play for fifteen minutes," IS NEVER GONNA BE FIFTEEN MINUTES!!! =(  Anyway, I keep telling myself that whatever I've got left won't take that long, so I can just push it back a little farther.  Stupid procrastination.Well the past three days have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/106964186574953228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/106964186574953228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106964186574953228' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122376.post-106964050844736437</id><published>2003-11-23T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T21:22:10.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woot Woot!My blog is here!!!I christen thee, The Chronicles of Stevo!!!{Smashes Champagne bottle on computer}{BIZZZZZZTTT}*^Fnfhzmc(*GfdsanMNFhjfds0-432fkF(*P...(oops)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/106964050844736437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122376/posts/default/106964050844736437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevo29.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106964050844736437' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365874412662552952</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></entry></feed>
