<?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-5524987</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:34:50.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Awesome and the Ninjas</title><subtitle type='html'>*** AARON'S E-MAIL : 
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</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-111921657691216374</id><published>2005-06-19T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T16:29:36.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I don't really post here anymore.  And on top of that, I have a new MySpace page, which has a blog like this but a whole lot of other stuff too, so I think I'll just make my posts on there instead from now on, and consider this one dead.  My new page is at:http://www.myspace.com/kungfuattackIf you don't have a page there, I recommend getting one. It's nifty. When and if you do, send me a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/111921657691216374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/111921657691216374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111921657691216374' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-111588595389706678</id><published>2005-05-12T03:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T03:19:13.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~Best Excuse *EVER*~So Maury Povich is on right before I go to sleep, and it's one of those "Who is my baby's daddy?" episodes.  This woman thinks her man is sleeping around on her, and his response?  You've gotta hear this:"Man, she say I smell like sex when I get home. It them sardines bitch, I eat that shit all tha time!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/111588595389706678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/111588595389706678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111588595389706678' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-111424557739442868</id><published>2005-04-23T03:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T03:39:37.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy shit. This is a REALLY fucking bad sign. Ok go to this link and look closely, tell me what you see:http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Pope_Benedict_XVI&amp;direction=prev&amp;oldid=12526972Notice anything? Look at the picture on the top right of the page. It's supposed to be the newly elected Pope Benedict XVI. See anything now? Look very closely at the picture of the "pope". It's not the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/111424557739442868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/111424557739442868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111424557739442868' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-111145887585649614</id><published>2005-03-21T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:34:35.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok so I'm watching TV while studying for a test, and it's daytime so all the Soap Operas and toy commercials for kids home sick or not in school are on.  It was then that I saw the greatest commercial, perhaps ever.It started off like any other toy commercial, with a 10-13 year old boy playing on this contraption like it's the greatest invention ever.  It's a variation on that game at arcades </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/111145887585649614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/111145887585649614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111145887585649614' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-110626995577061047</id><published>2005-01-20T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:12:35.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I came across a list of songs that were banned from the radio immediately (and temporarily) after 9/11, and it's pretty amusing. What's funny about it is that while otherwise most people wouldn't have made any connection between these songs and the event, them banning the songs leads you to think about it more and try and *make* a connection... and it's sometimes funny as hell. Possibly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/110626995577061047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/110626995577061047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110626995577061047' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-110578788815000058</id><published>2005-01-15T05:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T05:19:43.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to be getting a new car sometime this semester, probably within the next few months. I've already decided what I want. The make and model can be whatever, that's not what I'm interested in. What I want is one of those big megaphone speakers on top of the car that you can talk through so I can talk to people while driving. Pull up next to some guy at a red light that cut me off earlier </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/110578788815000058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/110578788815000058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110578788815000058' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-110324843770408181</id><published>2004-12-16T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T19:53:57.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I just have an evil mind. There's this commercial on where a family is posing in a living room for a family photo, with a christmas tree in the background and whatnot, and you can see the back of what seems to be an old lady's head, appearing to be holding up a camera. Well, it pans around and shows the old lady telling them to say cheese, and she's holding a stapler up to her face like a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/110324843770408181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/110324843770408181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110324843770408181' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-110288145472251080</id><published>2004-12-12T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T13:57:34.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long ago, in feudal Japan, there was a clan of brutal samurai. Though deadly and merciless, they came across a small family of monkeys in the forest one day. Uncharactaristically of them, they took in the monkeys and cared for them. The primates showed more intelligence than the samurai had seen in other animals, so they had an idea: why not try to train the monkeys the art of war? Surprisingly, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/110288145472251080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/110288145472251080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110288145472251080' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-110074181478370975</id><published>2004-11-17T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T19:36:54.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to Metallica/Godsmack last night, and it was pretty sweet. Lots and lots of pyro and explosions, very loud. Haven't had a concert make my ears ring in a while. Been in a really good mood lately, and looking forward to christmas. I think I'm about to do something that's going to affect the rest of my life, and I don't know how it's going to play out. And I'm terrified and excited all at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/110074181478370975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/110074181478370975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110074181478370975' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-110051294358915812</id><published>2004-11-15T03:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T04:06:41.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you're wondering, the new title of my blog is going to be the name of the band I start one day. Naturally I would be Lord Awesome.Ok so it's been a bit since I've done anything of note on here. Well, I suppose I've been a little too busy with a whole lot of things. A breakup, multiple research papers, tests in 5 classes, work, trying to fit in times where the rest of the crew aren't working </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/110051294358915812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/110051294358915812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110051294358915812' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-109289235643430787</id><published>2004-08-19T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T00:15:44.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a lot done today. Paid for class and bought my books, went to the store, sent some mail, paid some bills. Then some people came over and hung out for a bit, it was nifty. I'm getting a new computer in a week or so, I can't tell you how excited I am about that, heh. It'll be a post-stone age PC. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/109289235643430787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/109289235643430787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109289235643430787' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-108881551299595069</id><published>2004-07-02T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T19:45:12.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's wrong with me? Am I getting more mature? A sense of taste? I don't know, but I'm scared.A year or two ago, I found a copy of The Rock on DVD (you know, the Alcatraz one with Nicholas Cage and Sean Connery) for about $9 so I got it. I hadn't gotten around to watching it until just recently. I had only seen it once, and I must have been 15 or 16 at the time. I recalled it to be a pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108881551299595069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108881551299595069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108881551299595069' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-108689596874084255</id><published>2004-06-10T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T14:32:48.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, thankfully that first day she left was the worst. It's been a little easier since then. Still shitty that she's not here, but not as bad. Anna, Luis, Tim, and Lauren have helped, all 4 of them rock quite exquisitely. They all got me a big calling card to talk to Erica with, that was pretty awesome of them. I'm *crazy* excited about my new place. I'm getting a new bed the day I move so my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108689596874084255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108689596874084255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108689596874084255' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-108606679773157311</id><published>2004-06-01T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T00:13:17.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I finally fixed a problem with this thing. I was too lazy to ever come up with a new poll for people to vote on, but I was hesitant to just delete the poll, thinking I may come up with something clever. Well I know me. It's been on the same poll for about 6 months now, so I just deleted the thing.Had dinner with Tim and Lauren tonight, was nifty. Does anyone aside from Erica even read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108606679773157311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108606679773157311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108606679773157311' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-108421312788698130</id><published>2004-05-10T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T13:18:47.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm, much has happened since my last post. That "I think I may ask the front office about a 1 bedroom" is now official. I am moving out from my current 2 bedroom and into a 1 bedroom on June 19th/20th. That's right - no more roommates, just me. It'll be like a breath of fresh air. I've hated how since there was two of them, they always tried to outvote me on how things would be done, like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108421312788698130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108421312788698130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108421312788698130' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-108300106994929813</id><published>2004-04-26T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T12:40:52.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'm going to go ask the front office today to look at the 1 bedroom apartment I've been thinking about. I'm leaning towards trying to move out by July or August into my own apartment in the same complex. What amazes me is that as nice as my complex is, it's also the cheapest one in Sugar Land from what I've found. Complexes that aren't as pretty or as well located as mine cost more, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108300106994929813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108300106994929813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108300106994929813' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-108244994195587061</id><published>2004-04-20T02:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T03:35:18.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well now that both Erica and Phil have seen Kill Bill 2, I can comment on it. Particularly on what Phil thought of the movie. He gave it a 7 out of 10, which you could say is a "slightly above average" movie to him (6 and below is usually not that great, 8 through 10 are very good on his scale). While I very much agree that it was the lesser of the two movies, I feel he was a bit harsh. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108244994195587061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108244994195587061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108244994195587061' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-108211066610501494</id><published>2004-04-16T04:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T05:20:38.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I ended up seeing Kill Bill 2 tonight. I won't say anything at all about it, because at the very least I know Phil and Erica both want to see it, and I'm not spoiling anything. I was going to see Punisher on Saturday, since for some reason I'm off, but Erica wants to see it (kickass!) so I'll hold off and go to Bedrock instead. I ended up not going the other day because Tim was busy and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108211066610501494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108211066610501494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108211066610501494' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-108192460216546867</id><published>2004-04-14T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T01:39:32.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got my tax refund last week so I bought a few DVDs recently. Found Saving Private Ryan, Gladiator, Sleepy Hollow, and Count of Monte Cristo all on sale, so score for me. My big purchase though, was my co-number one movie of 2003: Kill Bill Volume 1 (Return of the King was the other one). I bought it the day it came out, not caring that it will probably be released with Volume 2 one day as a super</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108192460216546867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108192460216546867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108192460216546867' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-108133134678776295</id><published>2004-04-07T04:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T04:51:50.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I heard a Nine Inch Nails song today, and a line from the song stood out to me more than it ever has. Maybe because it never really applied to anyone before now."You make this all go away."  -Trent Reznor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108133134678776295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108133134678776295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108133134678776295' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-108099293692928799</id><published>2004-04-03T05:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T05:51:36.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We've all at some point received some kind of porn related junk e-mail, yeah? Well, could someone explain to me the appeal of something titled "anal destruction"?Anyways, today (Friday) was pretty interesting. Woke up at 9-ish or so, opened at work and was off at 6. Erica was having a pretty bad day, so I figured it might cheer her up if later that night at 10-ish or so I surprised her on her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108099293692928799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/108099293692928799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108099293692928799' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107773915583027587</id><published>2004-02-25T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T14:01:18.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I just read my previous entry. That was a pretty angry post. I've calmed down but my stance is the same. I can't tell you how frustrated I am that so many people have to be so judgemental, selfish, and mean in a society that claims to be advanced. I'm not self righteous like the people who say gays shouldn't get rights because they *know* it's wrong, they just *know*. I'm not right about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107773915583027587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107773915583027587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107773915583027587' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107770298196958229</id><published>2004-02-25T01:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T03:58:24.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I am getting on my pulpit and preaching right fucking NOW.I've been following the whole gay marriage debate thing unfold in San Francisco. The mayor has gone against current state law and allowed marriage licenses to be issued, and this has continued despite 2 attempts in the court to stop it. The 2 court occurances resulted in the court finding that no irreparable harm was being caused, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107770298196958229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107770298196958229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770298196958229' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107717821564618865</id><published>2004-02-19T02:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T02:25:57.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some people have said that I am immature; I would beg to differ. I shall now prove them wrong. Would an immature person do this: PENIS  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107717821564618865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107717821564618865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107717821564618865' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107647844718191948</id><published>2004-02-10T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T23:49:14.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm listening to The Cure trying to get the timing down for some chords while trying to learn to play a song, and I just stop for a minute and really listen... it's amazing how Robert Smith took a few simple chords and made this work of incredible beauty. It's not often music can do that to me, but it did this time. You can listen to thier 80's stuff like Pictures of You, Lovesong, or Just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107647844718191948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107647844718191948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107647844718191948' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107618309685822559</id><published>2004-02-07T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T13:46:40.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I need to stop dreaming. It never turns out well. We all know what kind of crowd turns out after 9pm on the weekends: stupid teenagers. The problem though, is that when something like Barbershop or You Got Served comes out, the teenagers aren't rich spoiled little wussy kids from Clements.. they're loud, obnoxious and often rowdy kids from somewhere like Willowridge or Elkins. Personally, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107618309685822559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107618309685822559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107618309685822559' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107509863507180489</id><published>2004-01-26T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T00:32:06.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, I know, it's probably silly to let myself be so overwhelmingly happy with current events. Well you know what, *you* spend an afternoon the way I just spent mine and see if you can stifle it. Everything just went right today, I really needed that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107509863507180489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107509863507180489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107509863507180489' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107482831128631768</id><published>2004-01-22T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T21:26:39.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I promise I'm not picking on Steven, but I forgot about this picture and I had to put it up.  Now then, there's someone rather new in the world of Aaron. Her name is Erica, and so far she's wonderful. I was trying not to get my hopes up too high so I wouldn't get let down at first, but the urge to do that lessens every time I talk to her. I haven't met someone I could both connect to this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107482831128631768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107482831128631768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107482831128631768' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107413248742842280</id><published>2004-01-14T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T20:09:28.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you... Steven Shepard at age 45.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107413248742842280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107413248742842280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413248742842280' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107301917509438096</id><published>2004-01-01T22:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T22:54:02.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been so busy the last few days, and I have a REALLY busy day tomorrow. There's just no time, not enough time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107301917509438096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107301917509438096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107301917509438096' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107238469037782159</id><published>2003-12-25T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T14:39:10.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas, I'm off to work. I got to go out to Austin County to see my mom and sister, that was really nice. Hope everyone has a decent holiday, hope I see everyone before New Years.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107238469037782159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107238469037782159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107238469037782159' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107186566782727427</id><published>2003-12-19T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T14:28:42.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wattaaaahh! Jesus Fu Sandal Action! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107186566782727427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107186566782727427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107186566782727427' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107180879566087574</id><published>2003-12-18T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T22:40:49.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who's a what, now? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107180879566087574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107180879566087574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107180879566087574' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107069669325248907</id><published>2003-12-06T01:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T01:45:34.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I actually got a *good* junk e-mail today. I forget who was listed as the sender, but the subject line was "sup Raul?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107069669325248907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107069669325248907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107069669325248907' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107065888068983836</id><published>2003-12-03T03:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T15:15:21.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got this e-card thing last week, and it wished me a very metal thanksgiving, or rather a cornucopia of metal. This is both hilarious and accurate, as I spent my thanksgiving in the cash room at work with my CDs. Our general entries balance both matched and ROCKED. What's that you say, how can something as boring as a general entries balance rock? When I do it, that's when. There was a doodle of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107065888068983836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107065888068983836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107065888068983836' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107035613392997805</id><published>2003-12-02T03:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T03:09:31.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw pictures of Ashleigh backstage from her Pericles show. Some kinda bondage thing. Hmm.Know what I did at work today? I got paid to rock out to Pantera. Went upstairs and did some work and brought my CDs with me. I found Robocop on DVD for $5. Score. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107035613392997805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107035613392997805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107035613392997805' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-107026469268261911</id><published>2003-12-01T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T01:45:28.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've kinda lost interest in writing here. Just not enough time lately. I guess the whole blog thing just kinda got old. I mean look what Allen's writing about on *his* blog... Flock of Seagulls and Tim McGraw. The only ones I've seen active lately are Ashleigh's and Shannon's, the rest just kinda stopped being updated, mine included. I've seen Jake, Karly, Stacie, Chesney, Jared Adams, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107026469268261911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/107026469268261911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107026469268261911' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106863140970827404</id><published>2003-11-12T01:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T04:03:27.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, update time. It is now 1:46 am on Nov. 12, happy birthday to me. Now let's get to it... SLAYER CONCERT REVIEWI just got home from the Slayer show. All I can say is WOW. One of my favorite moments all year. Finally got around to seeing a metal show, and it was worth every penny. I haven't been that giddy in years. Drew and I showed up at 8-ish, and as soon as we got near the front </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106863140970827404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106863140970827404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106863140970827404' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106784400303687224</id><published>2003-11-03T01:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T01:20:01.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my computer back, and I'm loving it. I got rid of the RIDICULOUSLY buggy Windows ME system and now have Windows 2000 Pro running. It's like clockwork, I couldn't be more pleased. I just saw a blog whose title was "Suck my ass it smells". Hmm.Ok go check THIS ARTICLE out. If for some reason you can't get to it, I'll summarize. It's about monkeys on the rampage in India. They're running </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106784400303687224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106784400303687224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106784400303687224' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106594824821561361</id><published>2003-10-12T03:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T03:44:07.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gamers will find this amusing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106594824821561361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106594824821561361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106594824821561361' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106586294962590173</id><published>2003-10-11T04:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T04:12:27.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok well I saw a picture of Steven Shepard in a Michaelangelo costume. The ninja turtle, not the artist. It was fucking amazing. I think there should be a costume party for halloween, either at AMC or at someone's place. Remember when we did one like 2 years ago and Brandon Portilla dressed up as Beasley? It's kinda sad how all the parties at work stopped after Gaj left. Someone should pick up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106586294962590173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106586294962590173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106586294962590173' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106535277801196474</id><published>2003-10-05T06:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T06:24:51.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to the Aquarium restaurant downtown today. It's really cool, there's a big giant massive fish tank in the middle of the restaurant with sharks and eels and whatnot in it, and then a bunch of smaller tanks scattered around the building. It's also 2 stories, so there's a *lot* to see. I'm too tired to write more, maybe I'll update tomorrow. Oh and hey, keep this to yourselves, but I hear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106535277801196474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106535277801196474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106535277801196474' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106525669562708585</id><published>2003-10-04T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T03:38:15.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw the best commercial ever the other day. It was this mom going in the young boy's room in the morning to wake him up for school. She told him to wake up twice, and both times he just replied with a grunt. So the mom says "Ok, come in guys..."  at which point a metal band comes in the room and starts playing a song and the singer is singing "Get out of bed! Get out of bed!" and the whole band</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106525669562708585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106525669562708585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106525669562708585' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106446147669081071</id><published>2003-09-24T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T22:44:36.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok I went over two weeks without an update again. Eh. I went and got fitted for my tux for the wedding the other day. It was odd, me trying it on. I haven't worn one since prom. Maybe if I put a big Pantera patch on it I might look more natural?I got a new cell phone since my last update. I have a kickass voice mail message, and I can send text messages and even play bowling on it. It rocks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106446147669081071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106446147669081071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106446147669081071' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106292894712163772</id><published>2003-09-07T05:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T05:02:26.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those of you that don't know, I have some news. The day before my birthday, Nov. 11th, I'm going to see SLAYER (along with Hatebreed) at the Verizon Wireless Theater downtown! It's a sort of birthday present to myself. It's one of the bands that has been around for awhile and I've always meant to see but never got around to it. I think all I have left to cross off my lifetime list are Ozzy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106292894712163772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106292894712163772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106292894712163772' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106273349479612942</id><published>2003-09-04T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T22:44:54.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just saw a commercial. An odd commercial. It was for Crest Night Effects. Some woman was dreaming, and all of a sudden she was riverdancing with William Shatner. Not only that, an infinite number of Shatners. It was just this line of Shatners wearing white suits that went on forever. Infinite William Shatners riverdancing. I mean, that's something that would come out of MY head. So who thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106273349479612942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106273349479612942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106273349479612942' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106248985742197767</id><published>2003-09-02T03:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T03:04:17.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sometimes asked (mostly from people that are thinking about moving in with a roommate for the first time) about how I get along with my roommate, how things work, how groceries and food are separated or if they even are separated, etc. Common questions like that. Well, it's very easy actually. Any food in the fridge or freezer that's mine has a penis drawn on it in sharpie. Everything that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106248985742197767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106248985742197767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106248985742197767' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106222930753464685</id><published>2003-08-30T02:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T02:44:22.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have returned, from what.. an 11 or 12 day sabbatical from this thing? Anyways.OK update: I'm back in school at WCJC on TTH from 12:00 to 2:55pm. I wanted more classes, but by the time I was able to register there were only 2 classes available that I could fit into my schedule that also go towards my major. Damn, I need to do some summer school to catch up. I may change my major next time I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106222930753464685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106222930753464685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106222930753464685' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106127033446371178</id><published>2003-08-19T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T00:18:54.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus FUCKING Christ. I bought a webcam today and tried to get it to work but it just wasn't happening. I have no idea what I was doing wrong, or if I even did anything wrong. Some kind of driver problem nonsense, it wouldn't even recognize that it was plugged in. I think when my computer has problems coping with reality and refusing to acknowledge facts, it's time for a new computer. I mean, I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106127033446371178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106127033446371178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106127033446371178' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106075693506683652</id><published>2003-08-13T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T01:47:35.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quotes of the day:"Dick in my mouth, you know it."  - Steven Shepard"God, I am sooo tired of women; they think they're special cause they have a vagina and I don't."  - Steven Shepard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106075693506683652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106075693506683652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106075693506683652' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106060481095843733</id><published>2003-08-11T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T07:40:52.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surveys are the lamest, shittiest, most obnoxious things in existence. So naturally, I'm going to do one. I stole this from someone else's blog.WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT:*Abortion: a woman's choice, not mine*Eating disorders: why?*Rape: castration*Suicide: case by case, no blanket statements*South park: wonderful*Piercings: good, just not too many*Drinking: waterWHICH WAY WOULD YOU SPELL IT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106060481095843733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106060481095843733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106060481095843733' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106024159699268947</id><published>2003-08-07T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T02:37:26.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I've been to most grocery stores around here, and I've made one observation. HEB easily has the best designed shopping carts. It had two little cupholder holes by the handlebar, as well as a little rectangular tray to keep coupons, shopping lists in, etc. It had the standard pull-down child seat at the front where you can put extra things in, as well as the storage grate on the bottom by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106024159699268947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106024159699268947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106024159699268947' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-106011740740201152</id><published>2003-08-05T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T16:03:27.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok if you were frustrated that I didn't elaborate as to why I was all hacked off, sorry. I just don't like a whole bunch of people knowing what's going on with me, especially the bad stuff. I feel selfish when I talk about my problems, so instead I just rant in a vague way about how people suck. So I've been trying not to be pissed off this week and WOAH! I just saw Willie Nelson on TV, he was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106011740740201152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/106011740740201152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106011740740201152' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-105973972840219501</id><published>2003-08-01T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T07:12:33.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the best little Flash animation thing ever:Bang Bang Bang!There's so much I want to say but I don't know quite how to put it. There's about a bajillion things going on right now and I really want it all to go away. It's too busy, too hectic. Too damn much going on. I couldn't even write a single song to describe what's going on in my head right now, it'd have to be two separate songs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/105973972840219501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/105973972840219501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105973972840219501' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-105939148338925675</id><published>2003-07-28T06:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T06:32:08.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok so maybe I was stupid tonight. So what? It's a comfortable kind of stupid. A mutual stupid. I've grown accustomed to it. So why can't I convince myself it's the right thing to do? Because I always knew it was a bad idea as I'm cursed with insight and personal morals? Yeah, I suppose. Sometimes I'm really proud of how I handle situations, but sometimes... well sometimes I just suck. It's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/105939148338925675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/105939148338925675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105939148338925675' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-105929992159867089</id><published>2003-07-27T04:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T04:58:41.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well there are so many people with blogs now, I had to do something to set mine apart, since there's a very limited selection on how your blog can look. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/105929992159867089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/105929992159867089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105929992159867089' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-105925049393918720</id><published>2003-07-26T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T15:14:53.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well the final tally is in, and the absolute shittiest band ever is hands down... Wham. Limp Bizkit came close (Wes Borland, their former guiter player kicked ass but Fred Durst makes me want to puke my intestines out my nose). I was kinda hoping that Good Charlotte would win this since they are such flagrant pretty-boy pansies trying to be punk, but I suppose it would be a travesty if anyone but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/105925049393918720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/105925049393918720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105925049393918720' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-105895907382749850</id><published>2003-07-23T06:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T06:26:19.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm halfway through my little mini-vacation. Talked to Brandon Portilla today, anyone remember him? When he was at AMC, during his box shift one day while it was busy I walked out to see what was up and he was sitting on the floor singing "Jesus loves me" to himself. Classic.Now then, I was going to talk about this Perfect Circle cover song. For those who don't know, the singer of the band Tool</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/105895907382749850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/105895907382749850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105895907382749850' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-105839876656705210</id><published>2003-07-16T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T18:39:26.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well so far it looks like Wham is in the lead, but Good Charlotte is right behind. Am I to infer that Good Charlotte is only *slightly* better than Wham? Those are strong words. I mean, Wham had hot pants. And George Michael. And "Wake me up before you go-go". And don't forget those sweet "CHOOSE LIFE!" shirts. Then again, let's examine Good Charlotte, a band often considered to be "punk". They</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/105839876656705210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/105839876656705210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105839876656705210' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524987.post-105722944119434354</id><published>2003-07-03T05:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T05:50:41.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm listening to music at 3am and I figure now's as good a time as any to do my first music review. Well, not really my first; I was hired as a music review writer for a Houston based newsletter a year or two ago, but it went under due to funding before the first issue ever came out. I had submitted a few reviews before it finally went under. Ok so here it is:White Zombie - La Sexorcisto: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/105722944119434354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5524987/posts/default/105722944119434354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosamonkey.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105722944119434354' title=''/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911936272570639411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
