<?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-28517179</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:03:26.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Monkey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-7216714837272267043</id><published>2008-11-30T21:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:20:25.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on sperm (who doesnt love it?)</title><content type='html'>DANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the [BLEEP] did this happen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. It happened because of sperm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIRSTEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sperm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sperm, sperm is a glorious term, term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life is confirmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By those cute little worms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love sperm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love sperm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to me and Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One glorious eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot in a shot glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help her conceive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(whispering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both went in that glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be quiet, you ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, make fun of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You worship like Lance Bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIRSTEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plan was well-hatched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when getting a batch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit a rough patch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some spilled in your--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sperm, sperm is a glorious term, term!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for sperm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd do it like germs, germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIRSTEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germs don't have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love sperm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL BUT DANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love sperm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate where it comes from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how it looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how it congeals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIRSTEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it goes with our eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes us all one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So open your legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And push out our son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL BUT DANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sperm, sperm is a glorious term, term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're 80 percent water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 50 percent sperm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL BUT DANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love sperm?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL BUT DANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love sperm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOWNSFOLK JOIN IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sperm! Sperm! Is a glorious term, term!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's made of sperm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors and lawyers and priests on their knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER FIGURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm made of sperm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOWNSFOLK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kittens and horsies and birdies in trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRDIES IN A NEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sperm! Sperm! Sperm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOWNSFOLK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just for conceptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great at receptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-assembling vases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moisturize faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caulking your tiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitening smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfume a diner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build toys in China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With billions of uses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always amuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love sperm?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOWNSFOLK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love sperm?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sperm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from the awesome RICK N STEVE show&lt;br /&gt;woow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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it?)'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-7488102641764107391</id><published>2008-11-26T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:13:31.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>as sung by noah and the whale</title><content type='html'>Well I know my death will not come&lt;br /&gt;'Til I breathe all the air out my lungs&lt;br /&gt;'Til my final tune is sung&lt;br /&gt;That all is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but all is good&lt;br /&gt;And my love is my whole being&lt;br /&gt;And I've shared what I could&lt;br /&gt;But if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own&lt;br /&gt;Don't break his heart&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own&lt;br /&gt;Don't break his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my heart is bigger than the earth&lt;br /&gt;And though life is what gave it love first&lt;br /&gt;Life is not all that it's worth&lt;br /&gt;'Cause life is fleeting&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but I love you&lt;br /&gt;And my love surrounds you like an ether&lt;br /&gt;In everything that you do&lt;br /&gt;But if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own&lt;br /&gt;Don't break his heart&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own&lt;br /&gt;Don't break his heart&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own&lt;br /&gt;Don't break his heart&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own&lt;br /&gt;Don't break his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you are (what you love)&lt;br /&gt;And you do (what you love)&lt;br /&gt;I will always be the sun and moon to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you share (with your heart)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you give (with your heart)&lt;br /&gt;What you share with the world is what it keeps of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-7488102641764107391?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7488102641764107391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=7488102641764107391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/7488102641764107391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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me was 1000 km/h with school (finals), work (spankys, sigh) and internship interviews and getting ready for my trip to ecuador, didnt really leave that much time to decide there and then, wat should stay and wat should go. so to avoid all that hassle (lol seriously i barely slept those last months lol i sleep all the time in ecuador) i just packed everything and take care of it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well fast foward october, i scrutinized wat was in those boxes and of course i stored lots of crap, seriously! so i chuck most of it out (i guess its less for me to travel around when i move out) but i stopped big time when i found the box where i kept my musings, from cards, letters, postits, drawings, arts &amp; crafts, etc, i guess it was my personal box, stuff that other people think would be pointless to hold on too (cinic's?) but to me meant (and still does) a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found bevs fabulous bday cards (so, you wanna make out?), fish's welcome to the old farts club message, jessica's justification why she should write BROW instead of brother, notes from lovers that honestly i took a bit to remember who they were in the first place (thanks myspace), HS sweetheart poems -incredibly corny but i couldnt help but smile (never knew who that secret admirer was in the end), pics from the school era, MN memories and nyc college life and peps in general.- everyone who shares a big part of my gratitude for being in my life and i cannot thank you enough for being there and forming part in my upbringing- because i realized how sheltered i was in ecuador till i literally got pulled out of that orange country state of mind and face the world head on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah- i guess this is a thanks for everyone. wat started as a big purging of space in my life - made me realized in the end that some stuff, even if it takes some space does have a purpose being there and keeping it there to remind you, you are loved- on some degree or other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, alanis played this song at her concert, sounded familiar and darren shed light on the song from pj harvey.. god! i love a great tune and insightful lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we float&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to find love&lt;br /&gt;We wanted success&lt;br /&gt;Until nothing was enough&lt;br /&gt;Until my middle name was excess&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I lost touch&lt;br /&gt;When you went out of sight&lt;br /&gt;When you got lost into the city&lt;br /&gt;Got lost into the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in need of help&lt;br /&gt;Heading to black out&lt;br /&gt;'Til someone told me run on in honey&lt;br /&gt;Before somebody blows your goddam' brains out&lt;br /&gt;You shop-lifted as a child&lt;br /&gt;I had a model's smile&lt;br /&gt;You carried all my hopes&lt;br /&gt;Until something broke inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we float&lt;br /&gt;Take life as it comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will we die of shock?&lt;br /&gt;Die without a trial&lt;br /&gt;Die on Good Friday&lt;br /&gt;While holding each other tight&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of about you&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of about me&lt;br /&gt;We just kind of lost our way&lt;br /&gt;But we were looking to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day we'll float&lt;br /&gt;Take life as it comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-3671464270908530265?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3671464270908530265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=3671464270908530265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/3671464270908530265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/3671464270908530265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-cleaning.html' title='house cleaning'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-7482943922424879079</id><published>2008-09-30T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:14:04.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i did a project on this book 2nd semester</title><content type='html'>a quote still resonates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siddhartha learns that one cannot have pleasure without giving it...Kamala taught him that lovers should not separate from each other after making love without admiring each other. without being conquered as well as conquering, so that no feeling of satiation or desolation arises nor the horrid feeling of misusing or having been misused"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major cleaning my stuff right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought i keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-7482943922424879079?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7482943922424879079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=7482943922424879079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/7482943922424879079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/7482943922424879079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-did-project-on-this-book-2nd-semester.html' title='i did a project on this book 2nd semester'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-5288719090894034149</id><published>2008-09-07T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:37:32.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the story so far...</title><content type='html'>i have been keepin up bloggin but only doing it on myspace! my bad lol heres the sotry so far for those who still visit the blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 07 Sep 2008&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fried wontons&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive always liked friend wontons..i tend to order then whenever i have Chinese food..i know its bad for u but im a fan of it (gotta have it with that sweet/sour sauce).. but there's also much serving in a plate i always had to have with someone else, u know, to lessen the whole 'bad for u' factor..&lt;br /&gt;but i stopped ordering it for a while now, u couldnt finish an entire order myself and i hate doggy baggin it- not the same taste if u leave it in the fridge..&lt;br /&gt;i havent had a friend wonton plate nor i havent a proper fried wonton partner for a while, in part because i have a grading system when im sharing FW with someone: biting then dipping? dip first? how many dips does it take to finish it? messy? chew hard? practically swallows the wonton? so on so forth&lt;br /&gt;also, im not craving fried wontons right now, but i know that the time will come where im gonna have it like crazy and start my own version of fried wonton tournament where i will judge and see who makes the final cut ..&lt;br /&gt;plus, im trying to eat healthy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow- a blog about wontons...lol- well it could be worse, i could be talking about poop..wait if done properly that could be a fairly eloquent post..hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17 Aug 2008&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the verge of something wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: artistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a tendency to keep posting lyrics of songs that i like, i think they just resonate when im in a particular frame of mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On The Verge Of Something Wonderful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A serpent, a rabbit&lt;br /&gt;A walk in the forest&lt;br /&gt;A tentative looking son&lt;br /&gt;A feeling, a moment&lt;br /&gt;A bursting of bubbles&lt;br /&gt;A panic to overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A samurai, an angel&lt;br /&gt;An eloquent table&lt;br /&gt;An AC that does not work&lt;br /&gt;A road trip, a car wreck&lt;br /&gt;A paperback novel&lt;br /&gt;A lover who ain't been hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you let me go&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;When the world below&lt;br /&gt;Is cold and gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of something wonderful&lt;br /&gt;A resurgence&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of something wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it, against it&lt;br /&gt;Said he never meant it&lt;br /&gt;But Harry still dropped the bomb&lt;br /&gt;A trip to, the dentist&lt;br /&gt;The Hollywood blacklist&lt;br /&gt;A moment that time forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you let me go&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;When the world below&lt;br /&gt;Is cold and gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of something wonderful&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of something wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can dance in the devil's shoes&lt;br /&gt;If you like walking in heels&lt;br /&gt;And there's a decent living to be made&lt;br /&gt;In the selling out of ideals&lt;br /&gt;You can lose your way in the big city&lt;br /&gt;Get distracted and lost in being pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna please you&lt;br /&gt;Or belong to anyone&lt;br /&gt;But life is, for leading&lt;br /&gt;For not people pleasing&lt;br /&gt;A race that has never been won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you let me go&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;When the world below&lt;br /&gt;Is cold and grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of something wonderful&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of something wonderful&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of something wonderful&lt;br /&gt;A resurgence&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of something wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 Aug 2008&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumpstarting&lt;br /&gt;Category: Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there r times where i emotionally shut down, or emotions go crosswired in my system and i react to situation in ways that, when looking back, seem awfully inappropriate.. maybe its lack of being in touch with myself and being able to speak my feelings or watever has been troubling my own being? - in any event, sometimes i do feel that when emotions (good bad or anything) comes in great waves i shut myself off intentionally, i turn the off button and i wait for a bit..waiting to turn the switch back on and organize the mess i left unattended because i couldnt afford myself to look at it the first time around..but sometimes i just leave it off..and i know im oversimplifying this entire process but bare with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to jumpstart a strong emotion that would help me realize that i can feel again, i think ive numbed myself silly and i needed anything external that would smack me in the face and tell me, -even if u shut down eric, u can be able to turn on again, no matter wat..i needed a powersurge..i need to know if i can, to know that im not helpless, that i can rewire myself better for the next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and out of all the places, i found it- grey's anatomy:Season 2: cant recall the episode number now but will post it later..the episode involved this mom, diagnosed with terminal cancer and her daughter- this bratty girl who doesnt know about her mom, through out the entire episode mom doesnt have the courage to tell her daughter that she wont be around much longer, while the daughter just pouts and complains . well towards the end of the episode (naturally) mom makes her daughter sit down and explains to her the things that her daughter will go through (her first period, living with her untidy aunt,boyfriends,marriage,her future kids) and the daughter at first doesnt realize why is she telling her these things telling her that shes being quite morbid about the whole situation- but then it hits her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point my face is covered in tears..i needed to relieve this pressure inside me, im not saying that i will pull out that episode whenever i need to feel something but i needed to know if i can still feel?- god, this isnt making much sense when i try to explain it, but it does to me so i guess that a good thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since feeling is first&lt;br /&gt;who pays any attention&lt;br /&gt;to the syntax of things&lt;br /&gt;will never wholly kiss you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wholly to be a fool&lt;br /&gt;while Spring is in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blood approves,&lt;br /&gt;and kisses are a better fate&lt;br /&gt;than wisdom&lt;br /&gt;lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;- the best gesture of my brain is less than&lt;br /&gt;your eyelids' flutter which says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are for each other; then&lt;br /&gt;laugh, leaning back in my arms&lt;br /&gt;for life's not a paragraph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And death i think is no parenthesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-e. e. cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 01 May 2008&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: busy&lt;br /&gt;Category: tired Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in a rainy burg in&lt;br /&gt;Nottingham in 1975. I passed my&lt;br /&gt;eleven plus and went to girl's&lt;br /&gt;grammar.&lt;br /&gt;I met my first girlfriend at&lt;br /&gt;school. Her name was Sara. Her&lt;br /&gt;wrists. Her wrists were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I sat in biology class staring at&lt;br /&gt;the pickled rabbit fetus while Mr.&lt;br /&gt;Herd said it was an adolescent&lt;br /&gt;phase that people outgrew.&lt;br /&gt;In 1994, I stopped pretending and&lt;br /&gt;took a girl called Christine home&lt;br /&gt;to meet my parents.&lt;br /&gt;A week later I moved to London to&lt;br /&gt;go to college and study drama. My&lt;br /&gt;mother said I broke her heart.&lt;br /&gt;But it was my integrity that was&lt;br /&gt;important. Is that so selfish? It&lt;br /&gt;sells for so little but it's all we&lt;br /&gt;have left in this place...&lt;br /&gt;It is the very last inch of us...&lt;br /&gt;But within that inch we are free.&lt;br /&gt;London. I was happy in London.&lt;br /&gt;I played Dandini in Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;The world was strange and rustling&lt;br /&gt;with invisible crowds behind the&lt;br /&gt;hot lights and all that breathless&lt;br /&gt;glamour.&lt;br /&gt;Work improved. I got small film&lt;br /&gt;roles, then bigger ones.&lt;br /&gt;In 2006, I starred in "The Salt&lt;br /&gt;Flats." That's where I met Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;We fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;Every Valentine's Day she sent me&lt;br /&gt;roses and, oh god, we had so much.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the best three years of&lt;br /&gt;my life.&lt;br /&gt;In 2010, they came.&lt;br /&gt;And after that there were no more&lt;br /&gt;roses...&lt;br /&gt;Not for anybody.&lt;br /&gt;After the takeover, they started&lt;br /&gt;rounding up the gays. They took&lt;br /&gt;Ruth while she was out looking for&lt;br /&gt;food.&lt;br /&gt;Why are they so frightened of us?&lt;br /&gt;They burned her face with&lt;br /&gt;cigarettes and made her give them&lt;br /&gt;my name. She signed a statement&lt;br /&gt;saying I'd seduced her&lt;br /&gt;I didn't blame her. God, I loved&lt;br /&gt;her but I didn't blame her&lt;br /&gt;But she did.&lt;br /&gt;She killed herself in her cell.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't live with betraying&lt;br /&gt;me, with giving up that last inch.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;They came for me. They shaved off&lt;br /&gt;my hair. They held my head down a&lt;br /&gt;toilet and told lesbian jokes.&lt;br /&gt;They brought me here and pumped me&lt;br /&gt;full of chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel my tongue. I can't&lt;br /&gt;speak.&lt;br /&gt;It is strange that my life should&lt;br /&gt;end in such a terrible place but&lt;br /&gt;for three years I had roses and&lt;br /&gt;apologized to nobody.&lt;br /&gt;I shall die here. Every inch of me&lt;br /&gt;shall perish...&lt;br /&gt;Except one.&lt;br /&gt;An inch. It is small and fragile&lt;br /&gt;and it's the only thing in the&lt;br /&gt;world that's worth having.&lt;br /&gt;We must never lose it or sell it or&lt;br /&gt;give it away. We must never let&lt;br /&gt;them take it from us.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are but I hope&lt;br /&gt;you escape this place. I hope that&lt;br /&gt;the world turns and things get&lt;br /&gt;better and that one day people have&lt;br /&gt;roses again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are but I love&lt;br /&gt;you. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember seeing V for vendetta, saw this particular scene and cried and was scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17 Feb 2008&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you a good person?&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;Category: Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you a good person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what the security guard at the dorm said when i was about to enter the dorms last night. (after a shitty/last shift at spankys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped dead on my tracks and he conspicuously check my student card to verify its actually me whos in the card. he then handed me my car and ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you a good person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me repeat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just went to a spiral of thoughts.. am i in fact a good person?..i mean im not an evil scientist (but if i had an evil level of intelligence i could consider evil doing as a career choice)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean..what makes someone define themselves as good,isnt it all a matter of perspective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, am i a good person?- i dont do good deeds (not that any that i remind of) but i dont go on hurting people, consciously at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do kill bugs that scare me. im jelaous of good design and designers. i hate the process of waking up.or people who wake me up yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im egocentric (or at least theres spikes depending on my mood), i wish ill to some people (hating managers!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i cant seem to filter what im saying and it may come of assholish, or if i do get to filter my sentence sounds half ass and i sound like i have a mental problem.sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so are you a good person? i mean we have the defining bad things in the general moral scope of things.. did u kill, did u do something that hurts someone else intentionally?, did u steal (big stuff,not like hand wipes from spankys*looks away), did you ever lie?, did u not say what youre feeling(under an argument or just withheld from the other person?, did u cheat?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you a good person?- is anyone truly a good person?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did answer the security guy tho..after a few minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i dont know- sometimes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thats good enough for me son, have a good night"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-5288719090894034149?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5288719090894034149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=5288719090894034149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/5288719090894034149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/5288719090894034149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-so-far.html' title='the story so far...'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-6409459583971779114</id><published>2007-07-16T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:58:35.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RpuUFOZjdlI/AAAAAAAAADc/_jRLzq89td4/s1600-h/IMG_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RpuUFOZjdlI/AAAAAAAAADc/_jRLzq89td4/s400/IMG_0378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087823021530642002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RpuUA-ZjdkI/AAAAAAAAADU/GPurEPNg5xA/s1600-h/IMG_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RpuUA-ZjdkI/AAAAAAAAADU/GPurEPNg5xA/s400/IMG_0377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087822948516197954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RpuTz-ZjdiI/AAAAAAAAADE/CutI5_mAVJQ/s1600-h/IMG_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RpuTz-ZjdiI/AAAAAAAAADE/CutI5_mAVJQ/s400/IMG_0374.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087822725177898530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RpuTp-ZjdhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5JVGYPChm9M/s1600-h/IMG_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RpuTp-ZjdhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5JVGYPChm9M/s400/IMG_0329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087822553379206674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RpuTlOZjdgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8Ojg_aTz3Wk/s1600-h/IMG_0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RpuTlOZjdgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8Ojg_aTz3Wk/s400/IMG_0328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087822471774828034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end -scotth matthews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all bear the scars&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we all fail in love&lt;br /&gt;We all sigh in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Get cut off before we start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the first act begins&lt;br /&gt;You realize they're all waiting&lt;br /&gt;For a fall, for a flaw&lt;br /&gt;For the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a path stained with tears&lt;br /&gt;Could you talk to quiet my fears?&lt;br /&gt;Could pull me aside&lt;br /&gt;Just to acknowledge that I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And as your last breath begins&lt;br /&gt;Contently take it in&lt;br /&gt;Cause we all...get it in...&lt;br /&gt;...the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as your last breath begins&lt;br /&gt;You find your demon's your best friend&lt;br /&gt;And we all...get it in...&lt;br /&gt;...the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!pride was awesome and summer is passing by real quickly and im resting my head a bit..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for august where all the trips are happening..let u know  later for fear of jinxing..&lt;br /&gt;im really just catching up with myself and resting...bought a new game Tomb Raider and enjoying the summer blockbuster movies..last one being Transformers!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh i saw a store that had my name and im gonna sue them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RpuVSeZjdmI/AAAAAAAAADk/R58BetblS7E/s1600-h/IMG_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RpuVSeZjdmI/AAAAAAAAADk/R58BetblS7E/s400/IMG_0379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087824348675536482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt the summer rain while listening to Hey Man by nelly furtado...nice feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-6409459583971779114?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6409459583971779114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=6409459583971779114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/6409459583971779114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/6409459583971779114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-end-scotth-matthews-we-all-bear_16.html' title=''/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RpuUFOZjdlI/AAAAAAAAADc/_jRLzq89td4/s72-c/IMG_0378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-5521033655176560225</id><published>2007-06-29T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:47:57.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>french and saunders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="playitgITr1alPvD4"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gITr1alPvD4&amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-5521033655176560225?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5521033655176560225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=5521033655176560225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/5521033655176560225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/5521033655176560225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2007/06/french-and-saunders.html' title='french and saunders'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-7904623639240356134</id><published>2007-05-24T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:40:59.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="SongTextIntro"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;Bjork- Earth Intruders &lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     We are the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;We are the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;Muddy with twigs and branches&lt;br /&gt;A-haaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turmoil! Carnaaaaa-ge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;We are the paratroopers&lt;br /&gt;The beat of sharpshooters&lt;br /&gt;Comes straight from voodoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our feet thumbing&lt;br /&gt;With our feet marching&lt;br /&gt;Grinding the skeptics into the soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower of goodness coming to end the doubt—pouring over&lt;br /&gt;Shower of goodness coming to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;We are the sharpshooters&lt;br /&gt;Flock of parachuters&lt;br /&gt;Necessary voodoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have guided my bones through some voltage&lt;br /&gt;And love them still&lt;br /&gt;And love them too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallic&lt;br /&gt;Carnage&lt;br /&gt;Furiousity&lt;br /&gt;Feel the speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;We are the sharpshooters,&lt;br /&gt;Flock of parachuters&lt;br /&gt;Necessary voodoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is turmoil out there&lt;br /&gt;Carnage! Rambling!&lt;br /&gt;What is to do but dig&lt;br /&gt;Dig bones out of earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mud graves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;class id="NoSteal"&gt;[Earth Intruders lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]&lt;/class&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timber&lt;br /&gt;Morbid trenches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;There’ll be no resistance&lt;br /&gt;We are the cannoneers&lt;br /&gt;Necessary voodoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the beast with many heads and arms rolling&lt;br /&gt;Steamroller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;We are the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;Muddy with twigs and branches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive this tribe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;We are the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;Muddy with twigs and branches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;Muddy with twigs and branches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;A-haaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;Muddy with twigs and branches&lt;br /&gt;Marching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;Muddy with twigs and branches&lt;br /&gt;Marching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the earth intruders&lt;br /&gt;Muddy with twigs and branches&lt;br /&gt;Marching voodoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh damien rice concert in radio city music hall...hot! hes such a great live performer, too bad lisa and him parted ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/Rl5PMZgXeAI/AAAAAAAAACs/KO-ZMnh68xo/s1600-h/IMG_2233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/Rl5PMZgXeAI/AAAAAAAAACs/KO-ZMnh68xo/s400/IMG_2233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070577304889423874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RlXYEzzpsUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qQkSPGgzaoE/s1600-h/Photo+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARAOKE NIGHT!!! for kellys bday...eric christina sam kelly and i partied it up-ratifying that i will never have a singing career, and i cant dance toxic...&lt;br /&gt;oh this happened after school so theres no particular chronological order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the video and laughhhhhhhoh sweet self deprecating humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8if6nNdd41U" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8if6nNdd41U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/Rl5NN5gXd_I/AAAAAAAAACk/EvOKzxlZtjw/s1600-h/n35400256_30930097_6261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/Rl5NN5gXd_I/AAAAAAAAACk/EvOKzxlZtjw/s400/n35400256_30930097_6261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070575131635972082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/Rl5MxpgXd-I/AAAAAAAAACc/B2ODiHHPWi0/s1600-h/n35400256_30930096_5840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/Rl5MxpgXd-I/AAAAAAAAACc/B2ODiHHPWi0/s400/n35400256_30930096_5840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070574646304667618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/Rl5MtZgXd9I/AAAAAAAAACU/iY8y_z2QjWU/s1600-h/mensam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/Rl5MtZgXd9I/AAAAAAAAACU/iY8y_z2QjWU/s400/mensam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070574573290223570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/Rl5MEpgXd8I/AAAAAAAAACM/-wVQq15fKcU/s1600-h/n35400256_30930094_9101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/Rl5MEpgXd8I/AAAAAAAAACM/-wVQq15fKcU/s400/n35400256_30930094_9101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070573873210554306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/Rl5MApgXd7I/AAAAAAAAACE/DLVwDcR4IIY/s1600-h/n35400256_30930093_8729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/Rl5MApgXd7I/AAAAAAAAACE/DLVwDcR4IIY/s400/n35400256_30930093_8729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070573804491077554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so another year is over guys!&lt;br /&gt;i am officially a senior, which is exciting and scary and depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will start with some pics from the older seniors, we took care of the show and we just had a blast with the ladies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RlXYEzzpsUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qQkSPGgzaoE/s1600-h/Photo+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RlXYEzzpsUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qQkSPGgzaoE/s400/Photo+37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068194532813287746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RlXYAzzpsTI/AAAAAAAAABs/tY4-ht65izQ/s1600-h/Photo+36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RlXYAzzpsTI/AAAAAAAAABs/tY4-ht65izQ/s400/Photo+36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068194464093810994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RlXX9jzpsSI/AAAAAAAAABk/KBrLM7_M8vk/s1600-h/Photo+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RlXX9jzpsSI/AAAAAAAAABk/KBrLM7_M8vk/s400/Photo+34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068194408259236130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RlXX6TzpsRI/AAAAAAAAABc/uWiJ-0JY-ck/s1600-h/Photo+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RlXX6TzpsRI/AAAAAAAAABc/uWiJ-0JY-ck/s400/Photo+30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068194352424661266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RlXX3TzpsQI/AAAAAAAAABU/vFf_KcPUQ2o/s1600-h/Photo+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RlXX3TzpsQI/AAAAAAAAABU/vFf_KcPUQ2o/s400/Photo+33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068194300885053698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RlXXzDzpsPI/AAAAAAAAABM/VHB4b7-wkRw/s1600-h/Photo+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RlXXzDzpsPI/AAAAAAAAABM/VHB4b7-wkRw/s400/Photo+31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068194227870609650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the senior show made me all very uncomfortable in the end, their stuff was amazing! and im totally gonna try my best so that our show kicks ass..but its gonnabe hard1! ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and as everyone can see...ive been keeping the hair long...its been without any major cut since january..so im keeping it long, see how i go with it- sorry bev :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? changing houses and all- which is crazy as it is so everyones stress levels are on the roof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer classes started also...fun fun..Art IN NY (museum visits galore) and East Asian ART and Civilization...funfun... not taking an intership no cuz of that..maybe after? i dont know- i have half of the people saying i should fight for one and the other half tellin me not to..i dont know i wanna travel..why consumer ourselves with work, maybe i just wanna chillax...WINNIE THE POOH STYLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyho lets publish this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-7904623639240356134?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7904623639240356134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=7904623639240356134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/7904623639240356134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/7904623639240356134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesss.html' title='yesss'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/Rl5PMZgXeAI/AAAAAAAAACs/KO-ZMnh68xo/s72-c/IMG_2233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-2424440443413516389</id><published>2007-03-28T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T13:31:39.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im baaaacccckkkk</title><content type='html'>edie brickell- circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends&lt;br /&gt;and we notice you don't come around&lt;br /&gt;Me, I think it all depends&lt;br /&gt;on you touching ground with us.&lt;br /&gt;But, I quit. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's good enough for anybody else&lt;br /&gt;it seems.&lt;br /&gt;And I quit. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's good enough for anybody else&lt;br /&gt;it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being alone&lt;br /&gt;is the best way to be.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm by myself it's&lt;br /&gt;the best way to be.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone it's&lt;br /&gt;the best way to be.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm by myself&lt;br /&gt;nobody else can say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is temporary anyway.&lt;br /&gt;When the streets are wet --&lt;br /&gt;the color slip into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know why that means you and I are&lt;br /&gt;- that means you and....&lt;br /&gt;I quit -- I give up.&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's good enough for anybody else it seems.&lt;br /&gt;But I quit. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being alone&lt;br /&gt;is the best way to be.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm by myself it's&lt;br /&gt;the best way to be.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone it's&lt;br /&gt;the best way to be.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm by myself&lt;br /&gt;nobody else can say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends&lt;br /&gt;and we notice you don't come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okokokok my bad and im sorry, i tried...i tried soooo hard.. i did, honest to god i did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will update better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do a valentines one...but as usual, school and 'other things' and by other things i mean that lil piece of my life called Home?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fine though, for the most part...school is goin fine...i think im getting better at this whole packaging thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still looking for an internship (maybe) but...if i cant get it..means a summer class and ECUADOR ! maybe even freelance...hey! its a living...but our teachrs encourage us not to go on internships so im not fully goin for it...yeah, its a first when teachers encourage u to not look for internships...well encourage is a bad use of word, more like recommend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, ill see what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be studying for a quiz now..but my mind pushed me to blog..and i know bev hates when i blog about my life, but this particular blog just keeps the people i dont talk to often enough, in touch with my daily occurrences, which, thanks to school are not that many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic time though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                        MY CLASS!PKG&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RgrP0Hy8CjI/AAAAAAAAABE/q0JtqR1Vu4Q/s1600-h/PKG+GROUP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RgrP0Hy8CjI/AAAAAAAAABE/q0JtqR1Vu4Q/s400/PKG+GROUP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047074826774907442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RgrPiHy8ChI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kLDFNxuqDIg/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RgrPiHy8ChI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kLDFNxuqDIg/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047074517537262098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-2424440443413516389?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2424440443413516389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=2424440443413516389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/2424440443413516389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/2424440443413516389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-baaaacccckkkk.html' title='im baaaacccckkkk'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/RgrP0Hy8CjI/AAAAAAAAABE/q0JtqR1Vu4Q/s72-c/PKG+GROUP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-116740702091007602</id><published>2006-12-29T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:43:40.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unprodigal</title><content type='html'>"Unprodigal Daughter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had disengaged to avoid being totaled&lt;br /&gt;I would run away and say good riddance, soon enough&lt;br /&gt;I had grown disgusted by your small-minded ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Imagine myself bolting had not been difficult&lt;br /&gt;Soon be my life&lt;br /&gt;Soon be my pace&lt;br /&gt;Soon be my choice of which you'll have no part of&lt;br /&gt;Unprodigial daughter and I'm heading for the west&lt;br /&gt;Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough&lt;br /&gt;Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last&lt;br /&gt;I'd invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed&lt;br /&gt;I hit the ground running, although I know not what toward&lt;br /&gt;I hit the town feeling, forgetting all that came before&lt;br /&gt;I felt primed and ready, once surrounded by the pawns&lt;br /&gt;I felt culture shocked, but dissuaded, I was not&lt;br /&gt;This is my town&lt;br /&gt;This is my voice&lt;br /&gt;This is my taste of which you've have no part of&lt;br /&gt;Unprodigial daughter and I'm heading for the west&lt;br /&gt;Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough&lt;br /&gt;Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last&lt;br /&gt;I'd invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll saddle back and speak of foreign adventures&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll double back and tell you about these unfettered years&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll look back and feel something other than relieved&lt;br /&gt;Glad that I left when I did before, I know you, you can't get the best of me&lt;br /&gt;When I'd speak of artistry you would roll your eyes skyward&lt;br /&gt;When I'd speak of spirituality you would label it absurd&lt;br /&gt;When I spoke of possibility you would frown and shake your head&lt;br /&gt;If I had stayed much longer, I'd have surely imploded&lt;br /&gt;These are my words&lt;br /&gt;This is my house&lt;br /&gt;These are my friends of which you've had no part&lt;br /&gt;Unprodigial daughter and I'm heading for the west&lt;br /&gt;Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough&lt;br /&gt;Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last&lt;br /&gt;I'd invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed&lt;br /&gt;Unprodigial daughter and I'm heading for the west&lt;br /&gt;Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough&lt;br /&gt;Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last&lt;br /&gt;I'd invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so im in ecuador for winter vacation..i cant even begin (wait ive started already) expresing how great is the air over here, my fmaily, my friends...im just plain happy..&lt;br /&gt;heres the catch, im happy cuz i never get to see them but i overall cant see myself living here at this point of my life..the world still calls my name and i ride the first plane out of here...so home has become more like a 'safe home/recharge your batteries here) which is very necessary if u live in a place like nyc..&lt;br /&gt;nyc and cuenca, theyre both very different places, culturaly and emotionally for me..&lt;br /&gt;in nyc-i do my thing, im colder, i study,i do errands im not supposed to do but do it anyways,i hang with my friends but feel that sometimes they dont know 'me', i have changed subjects when the other person is talking about his/her problem, i think im a bad bf or a bad date in most occasions,ive commuted for about 2 hr a day, im tired most of the time, people are less attached to each other, ive seen the best and worst this city can give you..&lt;br /&gt;in cuenca-i laugh more, i sleep more, when i was in school i still did good, i didnt party taht much anyways, i had more in-depth conversations that put u in a higher level here, ive talked about life, love, experiences, stuff that i havent really talked about in usa,im more worried bout my family when im here,i travel more here, people are so warm here...&lt;br /&gt;so maybe listing stuff isnt exactly helping, but if write what i feel its not gonna b bugging me anymore, like branistorming ideas for school..they wont bother you anymore and you can evolve what you are thinking&lt;br /&gt;im lucky to have tania here, she pushes me that way, she makes me talk about stuff that makes me uncomfortable, thing that only a few (vary few) can..so i hope to have more to share (well enough for you guys anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will share pics and more later...cuz im about to enter this though level in final fantasy xii and all, you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-116740702091007602?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116740702091007602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=116740702091007602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/116740702091007602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/116740702091007602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/unprodigal.html' title='unprodigal'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-116593637245777638</id><published>2006-12-12T07:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:12:52.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nervious</title><content type='html'>"9 Crimes"&lt;br /&gt;(feat. Lisa Hannigan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me out with the waste&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I do&lt;br /&gt;It's the wrong kind of place&lt;br /&gt;To be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;It's the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;For somebody new&lt;br /&gt;It's a small crime&lt;br /&gt;And I've got no excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;Give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;If u don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;Give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright&lt;br /&gt;With you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me out with the waste&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I do&lt;br /&gt;It's the wrong kind of place&lt;br /&gt;To be cheating on you&lt;br /&gt;It's the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;She's pulling me through&lt;br /&gt;It's a small crime&lt;br /&gt;And I've got no excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;I give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;I give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;I give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;If I give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright with you?&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- damien rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the faculty is reviewing my work of my first semester in the packaging design program right now....im nervious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: get the new damien rice cd!!! its awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-116593637245777638?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116593637245777638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=116593637245777638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/116593637245777638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/116593637245777638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/nervious.html' title='nervious'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-116593636071371330</id><published>2006-12-12T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:12:40.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"9 Crimes"&lt;br /&gt;(feat. Lisa Hannigan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me out with the waste&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I do&lt;br /&gt;It's the wrong kind of place&lt;br /&gt;To be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;It's the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;For somebody new&lt;br /&gt;It's a small crime&lt;br /&gt;And I've got no excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;Give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;If u don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;Give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright&lt;br /&gt;With you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me out with the waste&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I do&lt;br /&gt;It's the wrong kind of place&lt;br /&gt;To be cheating on you&lt;br /&gt;It's the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;She's pulling me through&lt;br /&gt;It's a small crime&lt;br /&gt;And I've got no excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;I give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;I give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;I give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;If I give my gun away when it's loaded&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright with you?&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;Is that alright with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- damien rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the faculty is reviewing my work of my first semester in the packaging design program right now....im nervious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: get the new damien rice cd!!! its awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-116593636071371330?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116593636071371330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=116593636071371330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/116593636071371330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/116593636071371330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/9-crimes-feat.html' title=''/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-116235566350593295</id><published>2006-10-31T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:30:12.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Can't Not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be lying if I said I was completely unscathed&lt;br /&gt;I might be proving you right with my silence or my retaliation&lt;br /&gt;would I be letting you win in my non reaction?&lt;br /&gt;how would I explain?&lt;br /&gt;how would I explain this to my children if I had them?&lt;br /&gt;because I can't not&lt;br /&gt;because I can't not&lt;br /&gt;because I can't afford to be misread one more time&lt;br /&gt;would I be whining if I said I needed a hug?&lt;br /&gt;would you feel slighted if I said your love's not enough?&lt;br /&gt;how can I complain?&lt;br /&gt;how can I complain when i'm the one who reaches for it?&lt;br /&gt;because I can't not&lt;br /&gt;because I can't not&lt;br /&gt;because I cannot walk without my crutches&lt;br /&gt;because I can't not&lt;br /&gt;because I can't not&lt;br /&gt;because I can't help wonder why you ask me&lt;br /&gt;to all the unheard wisdom in the schoolyard&lt;br /&gt;you think you're the right ones&lt;br /&gt;you think you're the charmed ones i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;how can you go on with such conviction?&lt;br /&gt;and who do you think you are why do you question me?&lt;br /&gt;because we can't not&lt;br /&gt;because we can't not&lt;br /&gt;because we can't help laugh at underestimations&lt;br /&gt;because we can't not&lt;br /&gt;because we can't not&lt;br /&gt;because we can't afford to be misled one more time&lt;br /&gt;because we can't not&lt;br /&gt;because we can't not&lt;br /&gt;because we cannot help without your willingness&lt;br /&gt;why do you affect me? why do you affect me still?&lt;br /&gt;why do you hinder me? why do you hinder me still?&lt;br /&gt;why do you unnerve? why do you unnerve me still?&lt;br /&gt;why do you trigger me? why do you trigger me still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heres to halloween and in a non surprising turn of events..im home...doing work...sigh, well i do have to mention that last week i got totally trashed (10-11 free drinks) but that backed me up a bit cuz im so tight about following work up with more work-most the workaholic in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is halloween and i wanted to dress up as my secret passion since i was little..a doctor! (plus my ever growing obsession with greys anatomy) but i couldnt find  the scrubs *sigh another dream fizzled away...but i did so kinda sorta dress up with improv stuff..here ya go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/n35400256_30447876_7345.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/n35400256_30447876_7345.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/n35400256_30447878_8139.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/n35400256_30447878_8139.1.jpg" 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title=''/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-116079342173749730</id><published>2006-10-13T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:37:01.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop the world- i wanna get out</title><content type='html'>"Live And Learn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And everything was gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh what have I done&lt;br /&gt;I dropped dead in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Cursing the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on sun&lt;br /&gt;Why must I burn&lt;br /&gt;I’m just trying to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared into the light&lt;br /&gt;To kill some of my pain&lt;br /&gt;It was all in vane&lt;br /&gt;Cause no senses remain&lt;br /&gt;But an ache in my body&lt;br /&gt;And regret on my mind&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I live and I learn&lt;br /&gt;Yes I live and I learn&lt;br /&gt;If you live you will learn&lt;br /&gt;I live and I learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God kicked you in the head&lt;br /&gt;So I started a fight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I knew I was right&lt;br /&gt;But I learned I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I remember a slaughter&lt;br /&gt;I remember I fought&lt;br /&gt;For the money I brought&lt;br /&gt;I got blistered and burned&lt;br /&gt;And lost what I earned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I live and I learn&lt;br /&gt;Yes I live and I learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got, I got it now&lt;br /&gt;She’s got, She’s got it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to one a corner&lt;br /&gt;With some help from a man and goddamn&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see to have learn&lt;br /&gt;That a lady in need is guilty indeed&lt;br /&gt;So I paid and got laid in return&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know what I’ve learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you get what you give&lt;br /&gt;And hell yes I lived&lt;br /&gt;But if you live as you learn&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I’d be learned&lt;br /&gt;Oh with the sun in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, I’m living a life&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t seem to learn&lt;br /&gt;No I don’t think I can lear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the cardigans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im liking that im posting lyrics of songs that im listening to, that have one way or the other some significance to me and my life ...&lt;br /&gt;this is my first friday in a while that ive been able to be home and relax(to some point cuz i can never get some relax time here)..&lt;br /&gt;ive been strongly considering moving out of my house..the babies, the parents, the added stress of home-is definetly not helping with my sane self..ill keep u posted..&lt;br /&gt;as far as school goes, i got my first project done and next week-i got my other project due..ahh the beauties of having no life..fun huh?&lt;br /&gt;i might be goin to this leadership workshop nxt week-hopefully! wee..&lt;br /&gt;what else?-dowloading videos like crazy..ipod and itunes, u r evil!...&lt;br /&gt;im not getting very far with my reading&lt;br /&gt;eric got me hooked with marjane satrapi-and i think im doing a project about her and her artwork/philosophy..&lt;br /&gt;darren recommended "the unbearable lightness of being" by milan kundera. so i will add that to my amazon search...&lt;br /&gt;my teacher recommended 'creative sparks' -erf?&lt;br /&gt;happy for bev now with her job! so yay for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough rambling bout my life heres some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/n35400256_30407777_9199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/n35400256_30407777_9199.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/n35400256_30407781_4849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/n35400256_30407781_4849.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-116079342173749730?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116079342173749730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=116079342173749730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/116079342173749730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/116079342173749730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/stop-world-i-wanna-get-out.html' title='stop the world- i wanna get out'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-115958869700981332</id><published>2006-09-29T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T20:58:17.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting alpha, but leaving with omega</title><content type='html'>In The Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong &lt;br /&gt;And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy &lt;br /&gt;And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen &lt;br /&gt;And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God’s love be with you &lt;br /&gt;Always &lt;br /&gt;May God’s love be with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes &lt;br /&gt;’Cause when you showed me myself I became someone else &lt;br /&gt;But I was caught in between all you wish for and all you need &lt;br /&gt;I picture you fast asleep &lt;br /&gt;A nightmare comes &lt;br /&gt;You can’t keep awake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God’s love be with you &lt;br /&gt;Always &lt;br /&gt;May God’s love be with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Cause if I find &lt;br /&gt;If I find my own way &lt;br /&gt;How much will I find &lt;br /&gt;If I find &lt;br /&gt;If I find my own way &lt;br /&gt;How much will I find &lt;br /&gt;You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know anymore &lt;br /&gt;What it’s for &lt;br /&gt;I’m not even sure &lt;br /&gt;If there is anyone who is in the sun &lt;br /&gt;Will you help me to understand &lt;br /&gt;’Cause I been caught in between all I wish for and all I need &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re not even sure what it’s for &lt;br /&gt;Any more than me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God’s love be with you &lt;br /&gt;Always &lt;br /&gt;May God’s love be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa school work, regular work and deling with the rents (parents)...sigh i need a vacation! whos with me!&lt;br /&gt;met with darren though, u know, that coworker from the former BC..i think everytime we talk i feel like im reviewing my life..like with daniela  - theres a flow of ideas and philosophies which is sooo very appreciated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on a more materialistic tone, i got the sorta new by now ipod video, so after simone,kay,tress and tress redux (the names of all my ipods) which all where destroyed (damn apple) i have tofu..my new ipod..sigh heres for another 6 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished seeing greys anatomy season 2...i love it!!!!! nuff said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just so crazy with school..lol lemme catch my breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok off i go for more hw to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pS: the lyrics are from 'in the sun'-coldplay....its appropiate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss: wait theres another thing...there was an episode of greys where the mother was telling the daughter that shes gonna die and that she has to keep herself well and studious and all that..broke my heart and made me cry ...im sorry it was more like sobbing...i guess its the inside of me asking for mum...i miss her and i cant wait to go back home..now im out!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-115958869700981332?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115958869700981332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=115958869700981332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115958869700981332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115958869700981332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/meeting-alpha-but-leaving-with-omega.html' title='meeting alpha, but leaving with omega'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-115890422793130792</id><published>2006-09-21T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:50:27.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short..but to the point</title><content type='html'>loving greys anatomy season 2 now....nuff said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-115890422793130792?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115890422793130792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=115890422793130792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115890422793130792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115890422793130792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/shortbut-to-point.html' title='short..but to the point'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-115872925087472927</id><published>2006-09-19T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:14:10.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bday and the some</title><content type='html'>so apparently i lack the drive to push myself to have more updates on my journal..i think im doing the once every 2 weeks or so..which i guess in term is fine cuz in all actuality, i have no life as soon as school starts..the end!&lt;br /&gt;it was my bday this past thursday (for those who forgot, hallmark has an awesome belated card selection) but to be honest all the people that made such an impression in my life where present one day or the other to wish me a happy bday, which is all fuzzy feely inside...its good to know people love you, even if what i had plan is so low key it had its own charms...&lt;br /&gt;i shold carry my camera more often (note to self)&lt;br /&gt;heres some pics from school and lunhc with my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me feeding kelli liver!!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/n35400256_30355908_882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/n35400256_30355908_882.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/n35400796_30362249_7030.jpg"&gt;if the school thing doesnt work...sam and i will model&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/n35400796_30362249_7030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;swear to god this video conference was bout school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/n35400256_30349623_1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/n35400256_30349623_1616.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes im lazy and yes thats fine with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/n35400796_30362261_1380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/n35400796_30362261_1380.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i should have the bday pics soon up..bev had the camera so as soon as she gets the chance to send em ill upload...&lt;br /&gt;again thank you guys for and incredible year, i love u all from the deep of my loin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres for another year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-115872925087472927?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115872925087472927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=115872925087472927' title='2 Comments'/><link 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end...im in y junior year at school and it seems that its gonna be a tuffie, which i love so im ok with it..&lt;br /&gt;im also pyshced with my class, slowly were coming together and  figuring out where we stand as  designers and as a class..but surely theres drama ahead- not that i like it but c'mon, in this filed theres some cat fighting here and there..i also happy to be with some of the people ive been with since freshman year, i bounce off ideas and i feed out of their creative  juices...&lt;br /&gt;oh an dby the way i was in MN a few weeks back! absolutely loved the place, i fell in love all over again..its so different from NYC, it has so much untapped potential..i will definetly look into staying there next summer for an extended period of time, for an internship or just a summer job..kudos for the medigers for taking me in, felt like old times...seeing some familiar faces was nice too! by the way marta from italy is in NYC right now..i think were going to diner tomorrow, hopefully our schedules will not collide..&lt;br /&gt;i also did some water activities over there...i dont have the pics with me, but as i can ill post em, im so proud of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres for a productive 5th semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-115759905917289518?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115759905917289518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=115759905917289518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115759905917289518'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;my bro visits every year..last year my sister did and i pushed back the moment to tell her until she was finding herself partying with my friends at local gay guy...needless to say she figured that one out&lt;br /&gt;but with JP i had to approach it differently, since hes the oldest, he could be a more "conservative" to the whole ordeal..&lt;br /&gt;so we went to see a movie (my treat!) we were goin to see 'little miss sunshine', a very nice movie i might add i totally recommend it..and it felt just right to tell him that night, i just had to figure out the right timing (im always waiting for those 'right' things-helps me push back things till the last minute)...&lt;br /&gt;so i was drinving us home and all of the sudden, old school madonna plays "border line"..my brother says its madonnas first hit, but u know us-family folk know better-'into the groove' was madonnas first hit, duh! (red flag)&lt;br /&gt;well my bro remebers this song-he liked madonna, so he started singing out loud the lyrics to it..man, i dont even know the lyrics, i only know facts!..but it was nice to hear him sing..&lt;br /&gt;so after the song i knew it..if madonna came to me and gave me the green light-it means its time!!!&lt;br /&gt;but of course i took a long ass time, trying to soften the blow, explaing the meaning of life and where i stand...yeah, lot of bs...u know, to soften the blow...&lt;br /&gt;-"you know jp, theres a reason why i dont date girls, and a reason why all the girls i know are my best friends and thats it...u can figure it out from there.."&lt;br /&gt;-"yeah i know....but what about when u wanna have kids"&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall hes good with it, which im happy...now that my bros know..they can compare notes and try to find all those red flags they noticed when i was little!! yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, my brother still asked me through the night "how can i do the baby thing"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-115681629440182536?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115681629440182536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=115681629440182536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115681629440182536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115681629440182536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was tragedy though...i fell asleep on one of my flights and i was reading my "rise and fall of gay culture" and next thing i know i wake up with no book at all on my lap...WTF!!! i figured the air god wanted to take a read cuz no matter where i looked..that book was nowhere to be found, dammit it seems like i will never finish reading that book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MN is still as gorgeous as ever..very quiet and cricket friendly, bev would shoot herself here...but its so nice and even though i like to consider myself a city boy..here, i can definetly say i can relax...its a blast to see family and friends again and ctaching up and seeing who got screwed up in life, makes me feel better about myself lol j/k i kid kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah probably do a lot more heavy thinking here...lord knows i need it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the love front..meh, rather quiet now...i rather not get into it here (hate going on a in depth personal blurb when it involves people i know and the internet, its not cool and its  not my moma raised me to be) but i do have to disagree with how this entire issue is being handled but hey! ill sit here and pet all my army of monkeys and have that thoughtful stare over the prairie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scratches monkeys head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-115587627486745755?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115587627486745755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=115587627486745755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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baby..its what i do now that i have time to help round the house (baby wise) ..alex is a very quiet kid, doesnt complain that much...when he does, he just wants someone to hold him for a minute or two then he will get quiet,smile (ot at least i like to think so) and fall asleep for the next few hours..&lt;br /&gt;so it got me thinking in a bigger context... we all essentially long for someone to 'hold us'..it doesnt necesarily mean in a romatnci way..but it could be a friendship that never fails, maybe someone that listens, an IM- so many ways to reach for someone that just needs you..&lt;br /&gt;when i look at alex., it just puts everything in perspective..its like i have this pudgy baby (yes i fat one) just crying..hoping to get holded consoled maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i got so much work to do with myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier-less introspective note&lt;br /&gt;heres chris (gee today is toddler day) attempting to eat yogourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/IMG_0007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/IMG_0007.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/IMG_0009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-115466243255882693?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115466243255882693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=115466243255882693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115466243255882693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115466243255882693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/08/holding-babies.html' title='holding babies'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-115405654606163418</id><published>2006-07-27T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T20:41:18.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/alex.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/alex.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;yep...and so they were five...let me introduce to Alex..you see Alex is more of a thoughtful baby..a quiet one...a one that looks around and doesnt cry that much..and when he does..it sounds like a shriek..yes..this is my 4th brother now..well 3rd technically (my sis will remain the sole sister apparently) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;hes very contemplative- he might did bjork better..i kinda lost chris to barney..damn dinosaur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;work is still very busy..but almost over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;waiting gig is alright...might love some more shifts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;therapy is getting me a bit better whole wise...i have been recommended to read this book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Dance of Intimacy: A Woman's Guide to Courageous Acts of Change in Key Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;"- a very old book-but it might reveal some stuff- dont let the title misguide you..well..i am a budaca after all lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im actually trying to immerse myslef with "the rise and fall of gay culture" so ill let u know about that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i just finisehd reading "memorias de mis putas tristes" by gabriel garcia marquez...his lastest book...an awesome right..very light to what hes used to do but his style carries through like no other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the concert of damien rice and fiona apple in the last minute, thanks cassie!! damien was an awesome performer..i wish i could hear more of his stuff live..his co-vocalist lisa...sooo hottt..ill post the pics later, as soon as i get cassie to send em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyho thats it for me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-115405654606163418?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115405654606163418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=115405654606163418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115405654606163418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115405654606163418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/07/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-115293165390486820</id><published>2006-07-14T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T19:47:33.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i poop on you!</title><content type='html'>so i had a revelation in the bathroom of the office i intern in...and this is going to sound gross..but ive realized if i do the number 2 in some other place than home-it means that that certain place makes me feel comfortable...and im relieved to find that out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on other news (smooth trnasition)- project runway 3 started on wednesday...ahhhh im addicted!!! more because of the creativity that pours out of that show -its intoxicating.  i even hooked my dad to it..we were discussing the last segment (where all the designers show their finished pieces) and we were both so into it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got my dad (and myself hooked too) to "its alwasys sunny in philadelphia"..freaking wrong-funny show...and im also recording (hehehe) blade, kyle xy and the new show to watch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey! dont u think im not doing anything to keep myself healthy-im eating more green stuff and goin to the gym (finally) i hope to continue to go to the gym even whne school starts...but i hope to see some resluts..seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another realization that i havent thought about much till 30 minutes ago..i have the power to raise a child lol...ive seen more than once how parents take care of their newborns..so im set for kids of my own..which wont happen for another 15 years or so.. but hey! ill start with a dog first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to charlie..congrats on the dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a sad note..the hairdresser cut the hair the wrong way and it looks horrible! i wanted to kill him...argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh ookk im outies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-115293165390486820?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115293165390486820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=115293165390486820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/IMG_1896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/IMG_1896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/IMG_1894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/IMG_1894.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well pride came and went, this was my first pride i actually had something going on! last year i was in ecuador and they dont celebrate it as hardcore as i think they should..but here in nyc whole different deal!&lt;br /&gt;had lunch, got drunk, drank some more in a rooftop, cruise boata round nyc then home to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;that sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;u know what i definetly need to research- gay history- definetly one of those under appreciated subject from our people...ill get back to u on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/IMG_1897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/IMG_1897.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/IMG_1898.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/IMG_1898.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way this is charlie and the husband nate and on the right is paolo with a guy ihad to remove in photoshop to cover his identity-hes famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/DSC03453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/DSC03453.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/IMG_1903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/400/IMG_1903.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/IMG_1913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/IMG_1913.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/IMG_1908.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/IMG_1908.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/IMG_1916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/IMG_1916.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/IMG_1914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/IMG_1914.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed it was a nice pride...oh yeah i got new haircut as u can all see...very short..very convenient!&lt;br /&gt;anyhow i have to get up early  for my internship (which by the wya i worte an article for!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-115150521557597103?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-115071736973615104</id><published>2006-06-19T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T04:52:08.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fathers day</title><content type='html'>so im trying to write something in this card-the meaning of mening a dad&lt;br /&gt;im trying to write something great about the meaning of fathers day&lt;br /&gt;so im trying to write something that would make you feel that u r spending your money is well spent in my education&lt;br /&gt;remember that one time when you were stuck in my room because my older brother was having one of his parties in the house and we had nothing lese to do?&lt;br /&gt;u started to draw and color xmen characters your me (cyclops-your favorite and wolverine-everyone elses favortie and some others), they had such great detail and i watched you with those focused eyes that you do when u r concentrated..&lt;br /&gt;by the time u were doing the others-you were kinda tried and you said your finers were aching-i whined and said 'but i want the xmen collection!" and u proceeded to do so-fingers hurting and all..&lt;br /&gt;so i guess thats what a father is and what he does-he goes that exra mile for his kids, fingers aching and whinning (now mostly from my two other brothers) aside.&lt;br /&gt;so thanks dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i still have those drawings- cyclops still looks the est of em all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-115071736973615104?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115071736973615104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=115071736973615104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115071736973615104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115071736973615104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/06/fathers-day.html' title='fathers day'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-115029355816626301</id><published>2006-06-14T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T06:59:18.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry cards and screwing up</title><content type='html'>so i made abig bobo at work...thought i left the keptchup thing clean enough after the fucker opened in front of me and i had to close it...i had ketchup all over me! lol-but i should have made sure taht the accident that happened in front of me should have been cleaned up..oy!&lt;br /&gt;but u know what i realized? theres not a lot of 'sorry' cards in the card sections where you buy the 'i love you' cards 'happy bday' ones and all that, its like we dont apoologize enough to have hallmark created a bigger variety of sorry cards...&lt;br /&gt;i know saying hard is umm hard enough-thats why we have cards! but maybe we should start saying them in the other persons presence..maybe thats what hallmark is trying to do!! or im just making this one up..&lt;br /&gt;well...sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-115029355816626301?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115029355816626301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=115029355816626301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115029355816626301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/115029355816626301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/06/sorry-cards-and-screwing-up.html' title='sorry cards and screwing up'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-114973500844376690</id><published>2006-06-07T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:50:08.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>highways</title><content type='html'>ok so lets make this straight...highways scare the crap out of me...specially if i know little to nothing about them..&lt;br /&gt;and let me tell you guys another thing, my instincts on the road are as sharp as ever-which is ratehr ironic since i dont know where im going but i can guess with a 100% accurancy where to go...im still scared shitless though *sigh&lt;br /&gt;anyho..yeah just wanted to say that now, im still shaky...&lt;br /&gt;i have been writting this blog for bit now..getting used to this place which is very cool, but havent got a real chance to play with it..my internship is going well (knock on wood) and the class im taking is sooo boring (yet necessary) but thank god im getting out of the way for next semester..&lt;br /&gt;work is also rather interserting.im helping put but it seems like they are making me do more design work that i though, dont ge tme wrong i love doing it but hey cuz the intern some slack i aint to slave! wait....lol, thats what interns are huh?&lt;br /&gt;oh! i got tickets for fiona apple and damien rice concert in NYC! im excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sweeepy~ yawn...im gonna sign out for now..and remember  NO HIGHWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-114973500844376690?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/114973500844376690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=114973500844376690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/114973500844376690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/114973500844376690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/06/highways.html' title='highways'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-114864929427682683</id><published>2006-05-26T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T06:48:17.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ericrv01</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images1.snapfish.com/346;88665fp45=ot"&gt;2338=594=673=XROQDF&gt;2323;328666&lt;:ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images1.snapfish.com/346%3B88665%7Ffp45%3Dot%3E2338%3D594%3D673%3DXROQDF%3E2323%3B328666%3C%3Aot1lsi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the continiung blogging to keep me in shape...since i have moderately more time than usual..yay! which will end next week cuz imtaking summer courses and got a few internships going around..&lt;br /&gt;im thinkin about going to MN for a bit.. at the end of august..could happen..see how much i work lol..&lt;br /&gt;ecuador has been reserved for december and january..i think it will be best if i leave then..to skip that weather..i cant deal!!!&lt;br /&gt;x3 has arrived..i heard that there were booing and hissing at the premier..which sux cuz i think even though its bad, you should talk in the movie theaters...stoopids!!&lt;br /&gt;ok goin to gym now (embracind the whole healthy lifestyle deal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: you should def read francesca lia block...interesting read so far....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-114864929427682683?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/114864929427682683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=114864929427682683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/114864929427682683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/114864929427682683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/05/ericrv01.html' title='ericrv01'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-114855518525547037</id><published>2006-05-25T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T05:36:53.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recovering the password</title><content type='html'>err..took me a good while to remember the blog password..go figures...&lt;br /&gt;so now im babysitting at this moment and couldnt help but wonder about my baby bro and the new one coming up..my stepmum has been saying that my lil bro (chris) is gonna be looking up to me..which is frightening in its way..&lt;br /&gt;take for example this situation, i was running my sleeves up, like i do sometimes and chris was watching me and then he started rolling up his sleeves too.. you see thats not frightening! but i was talking in a bigger sense..ive never been an 'older brother' in my life...ive always been the 'middle one' the one that goes in between the cracks-the invisible one-the one thats artsy-the one who lacked color coordination back in the day (or sometimes in the present)..i wonder how my older bro did it?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i have finally joined a gym! costs me 60 bucks though...grrr... im gonna try it this summer-see if i like it and if i see some results dammit! ive never been a gym guy...but im willing to give it a shot! more like a slef-imposed goal...that and eating a bit more healthy....sorta...tee hee...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;alright so far so good...trying to get into the neww groove of bloggin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-114855518525547037?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/114855518525547037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=114855518525547037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/114855518525547037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/114855518525547037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/2006/05/recovering-password.html' title='recovering the password'/><author><name>eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14949511928849629435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-114827065942476229</id><published>2006-05-21T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:04:19.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/1600/711694542_l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2955/3022/320/711694542_l.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arent we cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-114827065942476229?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZLNQWnMJX7g/SPbF_taC-sI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ii4iNhguT_A/S220/n1089660205_123792_5982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28517179.post-114826941248966587</id><published>2006-05-21T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:43:32.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post</title><content type='html'>ha! if u are reading this now you are aware of the whole "moving form one place to another" as far a blog sites..so yeah..i moved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares blankly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scratches head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continues staring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my, so much to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, schools over..thank god! a tuff year as  far getting my work done and very demanding classes (like that one time i was in the lab doing this project for 13 hours staright)...but i loved every minute of it..&lt;br /&gt;a lot of changes..a bf! suprisingly enough*knock on wood...new friendships, stronger bonds on the other ones..a better snese of what i want out of my carreer-sorry bev i guess im not the ad material lol&lt;br /&gt;another baby brother on the way..still debating on the name though its either max of alex...oh well..&lt;br /&gt;excited for xmen 3! nuff said...&lt;br /&gt;i got an internship for the summer and theyre paying me (yay)&lt;br /&gt;still working as a waiter, which is not that bad as i sounds...its very laid back and very "must be clam under pressure" situations..the coworkers are as vaired as the rainbow, but very lucky and blessed to have charlie around, hes the big gay former trcuk driver bro i always wanted..&lt;br /&gt;bev has been around since forever and even though weve only known each other for a lil bit over a year, by the way we interact with each otehr you can feel that weve known each other for a lifetime and a day-blessed again ..&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a fun summer..so much goin on and loving it..&lt;br /&gt;will post more! and pics and letters and pics and...stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading, enjoy the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28517179-114826941248966587?l=themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themovingbluemonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/114826941248966587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28517179&amp;postID=114826941248966587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28517179/posts/default/114826941248966587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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