<?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-7083717</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:36:23.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</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>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-112993668985007413</id><published>2005-10-21T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T16:18:09.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wait, scratch that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/54699837/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/54699837_99671338fa_o.jpg" width="450" height="600" alt="NLdunk0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me and allen go to downtown this afternoon, and we walk into blends. as soon as i walk in, the magenta swoosh and the lime green sole of the undftd dunks catch my eye.&lt;br /&gt;i thought they sold out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hey man, do you have anymore sizes of the undftd dunks?&lt;br /&gt;salesguy: what size do you need?&lt;br /&gt;me: 13&lt;br /&gt;saleguy: yup, you wanna try it on?&lt;br /&gt;me: GYEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats how i got my undftd dunks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-112993668985007413?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112993668985007413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=112993668985007413' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112993668985007413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112993668985007413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/wait-scratch-that.html' title='wait, scratch that.'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-112985944406059399</id><published>2005-10-20T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:50:44.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All for nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/54452469/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/54452469_8bf597e821_o.jpg" alt="Sad_dog_by_tomegatherion_by_justAnimals" height="406" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been nothing but disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i got my midterm back for which i studied so long for, but in the end received a low grade. I guess sometimes the amount of time invested studying doesnt always mean a better grade. (but dont get discouraged)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long-awaited udftd dunks are lost forever. They not only sold out everywhere in LA, but my spot in SD sold out of every pair before i could get there. And when i thought i could scoop them up at Active Burbank, they end up selling out of them as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucks the most is that i had invested so much effort in both and got less than what i expected in the end. So much time, so much effort all for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-112985944406059399?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112985944406059399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=112985944406059399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112985944406059399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112985944406059399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-for-nothing.html' title='All for nothing'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-112771752231535199</id><published>2005-09-25T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:52:02.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The shelves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/46711447/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/46711447_fd139f480b.jpg" alt="DSC00522" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shelves that paul and i (mainly paul) built for my room. I might add one more at the bottom for some t-shirts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-112771752231535199?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112771752231535199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=112771752231535199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112771752231535199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112771752231535199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/09/shelves.html' title='The shelves'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-112642674366495735</id><published>2005-09-11T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T01:19:03.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipinos roll deep. holla!</title><content type='html'>here's some shots at my uncle's house this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/42236523/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/42236523_4591c68e94.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00187 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Ron and his gf Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/42236524/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/42236524_f25d27780a.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00188 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Quincy, me and Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/42236525/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/42236525_c629157909.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00189 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Rex and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/42236526/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/42236526_8ac773382d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00191 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/42236528/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/42236528_213ed37acd.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00192 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle wasnt feelin the peace sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/42236719/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/42236719_4cc8c9642a.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00193 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy and Hieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/42236720/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/42236720_e46c19a35d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00194 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the young'ns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/42236721/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/42236721_3f36e2d018.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00198 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy and our cousin J.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/42236722/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/42236722_2230aa180b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00199 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/42236723/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/42236723_98cc5a6eec.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00200 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma didnt want to throw up the peace signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/42236724/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/42236724_ccc805998a.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00202 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cousin Candice, my sister and Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/42236798/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/42236798_9fcc1bc148.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00203 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo, we roll deep.holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/42236799/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/42236799_b96f4a4c41.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00204 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUP WORLD! FOR REAL FOR REAL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-112642674366495735?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112642674366495735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=112642674366495735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112642674366495735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112642674366495735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/09/filipinos-roll-deep-holla.html' title='Filipinos roll deep. holla!'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-112559487584417331</id><published>2005-09-01T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T10:14:35.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is all good, 'cause you got ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/39265184/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/39265184_3f2b273afe_o.jpg" alt="jordangirl" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-112559487584417331?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112559487584417331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=112559487584417331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112559487584417331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112559487584417331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/09/everything-is-all-good-cause-you-got.html' title='Everything is all good, &apos;cause you got ass'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-112486303445924380</id><published>2005-08-23T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:57:14.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best bday ever!</title><content type='html'>so so sorry if you couldnt make my bday party. yo it was the freakin jump-off. here's a few pics from that night.Thanks jess for the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/34870418/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/34870418_4ec15527c9_o.jpg" width="500" height="386" alt="bdayflyer" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734145/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos32.flickr.com/36734145_6983da8802.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_2046 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734146/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos24.flickr.com/36734146_3dacc13983.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_2047 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734147/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos27.flickr.com/36734147_451acf7e57.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_2048 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734148/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos30.flickr.com/36734148_ce06a488f0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_2057 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734149/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos30.flickr.com/36734149_18dc8c387d.jpg" width="500" height="335" alt="IMG_2059 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734150/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos27.flickr.com/36734150_d4e4d3d4b2.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_2065 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734440/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos25.flickr.com/36734440_f82765d86e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_2066 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734441/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos29.flickr.com/36734441_60fd47160f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_2070 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734442/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/36734442_86cc1f1571.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_2080 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734444/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos33.flickr.com/36734444_1e2383db0a.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_2121 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734445/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos32.flickr.com/36734445_ddba7d2461.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_2122 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734659/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/36734659_3e137b22c6.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_2134 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734660/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos26.flickr.com/36734660_feeed69804.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_2133 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734661/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos28.flickr.com/36734661_591cea5807.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_2132 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734663/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos30.flickr.com/36734663_6b022f427d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_2130 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734664/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos30.flickr.com/36734664_fa546b583b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_2125 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/36734665/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos30.flickr.com/36734665_8d2e1d05ad.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_2128 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-112486303445924380?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112486303445924380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=112486303445924380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112486303445924380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112486303445924380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/08/best-bday-ever.html' title='best bday ever!'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-112348033980164549</id><published>2005-08-07T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:52:19.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised...</title><content type='html'>here's a few of the pics that actually came out decent from the crazy party we had for sid. i wish we had more, but everyone was too trashed to hold up a camera. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/32188454/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/32188454_f0e3dd6d36.jpg" alt="IMG_0015 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/32188455/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32188455_88fde6de6f.jpg" alt="IMG_0017 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/32188456/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/32188456_ccb947d580.jpg" alt="IMG_0022 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/32188457/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32188457_576341abd8.jpg" alt="IMG_0023 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/32188458/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32188458_2e87852a24.jpg" alt="IMG_0026 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/32188663/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32188663_2f4857b54f.jpg" alt="IMG_0028 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/32188666/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32188666_ec79707762.jpg" alt="IMG_0054 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/32188667/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32188667_36df08974f.jpg" alt="IMG_0055 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy spaced out hippie. his ass got thrown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/32188845/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32188845_ee1bbaa146.jpg" alt="IMG_0062 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/32188846/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/32188846_b9168ff8f4.jpg" alt="IMG_0066 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/32188847/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/32188847_21fa9cee8e.jpg" alt="IMG_0073 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/32188848/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32188848_a20b8e54d0.jpg" alt="IMG_0092 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/32188849/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/32188849_2535e03284_o.jpg" alt="crazybuffman" height="509" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our bouncer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the party was mainly outside. most of these are pics taken during the beginning of the party while everyone was relatively sober.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-112348033980164549?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112348033980164549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=112348033980164549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112348033980164549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112348033980164549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/08/as-promised.html' title='As promised...'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-112326962117318976</id><published>2005-08-05T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T12:20:21.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/31504158/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/31504158_03cd7d689c_o.jpg" alt="prodjordan" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these shits are goin for 199 at val surf. u fuckin kiddin me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey yall, its been a long time with no update. ive been so caught up with chillin wit the homies and sneaker huntin, i havent gotten around to tell yall whats up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i finished up that lab class last saturday, and threw our bomb ass party. at one time, it was freakin crowded as fuck. i had to throw some spaced out dude, out tha door and even had to deal with one of the neighbors. it was chill though, luckily the fuzz didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drove back to the SCV on sunday night, and originally planned on hanging up here til thursday, but my boy byron had to convince me otherwise. so now im stayin here til next friday or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val surf valencia just got re-amped with a new location and even more stuff. only thing is, ppl there arent as cool as the ppl at active, and val surf fuckin rapes you with prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Aug 6: scott's bbq during early evening, then clubbing at night&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Aug 9: max's chicken&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Aug 10: Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Aug 12: Rosarito&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Aug 13: Pool party, hopefully&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Aug 15: Pay day&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Aug 16: Active's release of Tiffany dunks&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Aug 18: Scott's bday&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Aug 20: MCATS &amp;amp; bday party in SD&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Aug 31: Amy's bday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-112326962117318976?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112326962117318976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=112326962117318976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112326962117318976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112326962117318976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/08/long-time-no-update.html' title='Long time no update'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-112270595627828608</id><published>2005-07-29T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T23:45:56.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Requested</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/29563178/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/29563178_da1a3abf1c.jpg" alt="peaceoutsid1" height="386" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its blowin up big this summer. Parties that is, especially at our SD house. Look forward for some crazy pics of the party. Goodluck and peace to the heavens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-112270595627828608?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112270595627828608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=112270595627828608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112270595627828608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112270595627828608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/07/update-requested.html' title='Update Requested'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-112138308663436318</id><published>2005-07-14T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T16:18:06.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN CRACKHEADS</title><content type='html'>The stussys are off the chain. Them shits are red hot fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/26003571/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/26003571_b5e73dc28f.jpg" alt="stussydunk2" height="447" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is honestly one of the best colorways (besides the union 180s) that i have ever seen. SO PERTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/26003570/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/26003570_b5f089bd5a.jpg" alt="stussydunk1" height="352" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid back byron the other day, which means i officially bought the baby milo t-shirt. Its mines bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i checked my bank statement, and to my surprise i find a shitload of money in there. So today, i drove down to the crackhouse, AKA Blends, to check out the merchandise. And yeah, it was just one of those meant-to-be days, where i was fortunate enough to land the last 13s in both of the pairs that i just scooped. You know your boy had to cop the &lt;a href="http://pickyourshoes.com/collectible/nike_force_180_wht_khaki.htm"&gt;cork pack 180s&lt;/a&gt;. I was just about to leave, when the new&lt;a href="http://pickyourshoes.com/collectible/nike_dunk_nl_lo_net_desert_olive_brn.htm"&gt; linerless dunks&lt;/a&gt; caught my eye. So i was like, i should just try em on, maybe they wont feel right. But in the back of my mind, i knew either way, i would have to get em. So i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while i was there, i got to talk to some nice fellas who share the same appreciation for crack as i do. The nice dealer even gave me an approximate time when the manager series would be coming out and gave me a heads up on the rest of the clerks pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, i gotta keep it cool til august, when the diamonds and the stussys come out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-112138308663436318?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112138308663436318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=112138308663436318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112138308663436318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112138308663436318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/07/damn-crackheads.html' title='DAMN CRACKHEADS'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-112087787926339925</id><published>2005-07-08T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T19:57:59.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Milo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/24592097/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/24592097_fe4a564bbe.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="mybabymilo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer life in San Diego is great. The weather has been most delicious lately and school work hasnt been much at all. We finally got this internet game set up, so excuse me for my lack of updatedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from 9:30-2ish mon-thurs i have class and lab. From 2-330 i work out at the gym and try to lose some weight and build muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first grand opening party last night. It wasnt too big, which is good. We basically tested the waters and tried to see how throwing a small shin dig would go. Everyone or mostly everyone i invited came. Byron and some of his crew came down, as well as a Baby Milo tee, that flew all the way from New York. I now owe Byron 80 bones for this shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i own a bathing ape shirt, i have to plan a day where Amy and i wear our shirts together. HYPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living off campus is definitely a different feeling. We dont have the comfort of being a walk away from the gym or the library. And now that my mom has taken away my credit card, i have become most thrifty when it comes to anything besides clothes or shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house we're living it up in is nice. Very chill and safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-112087787926339925?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/112087787926339925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=112087787926339925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112087787926339925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/112087787926339925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/07/baby-milo.html' title='Baby Milo'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111960483425120309</id><published>2005-06-24T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T02:21:54.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed up, Slow down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/21256105/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/21256105_626cdb218f.jpg" alt="Goodbye" height="288" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris, Caitlyn, Me, Scott, and Connor almost two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my two weeks here in the SCV are just about done. Ive spent a lot of time with old friends of mine, trying to catch up on the last two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be really strange when you meet up and talk to old friends or acquaintances. Take for instance today, which was spent chillin and kickin back with byron. I dont think we hung out in about 10 months, but once we got together again, everything just picked up right where we left off. Ya, of course little things change, the way they dress, maybe the way they do their hair, or even the way they say things, but nothing has changed that person's "spark" or character. And ya, most of my friends have definitely matured, made new friends and have had tons of new expereinces, but none of them have lost their old habits or mannerisms that ive come to notice about them. NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one really cool thing that i truly liked about catching up with old friends, was the way we would reminisce about events that took place one, maybe two, or even three years ago. And right then, i would stop, go back in time for lil, then realize how fast everything has happend and moved forward since then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111960483425120309?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111960483425120309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111960483425120309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111960483425120309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111960483425120309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/06/speed-up-slow-down.html' title='Speed up, Slow down.'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111943056568462839</id><published>2005-06-22T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:59:23.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My space is mad addicting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/20872140/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos17.flickr.com/20872140_ab8d8554b5_m.jpg" alt="treasurelakai" height="240" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on. Everything has slowed down quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to see scott crockett and ryan allison on monday. We had lunch and caught up lil bit. Later that night, myself, amy kjose, ryan, his friend tom collier, skipped to this kickback held by one of becky behar's friends. It was chill, not exactly the scene im used to though. It was nice to catch up with old highschool friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i hurried my ass off to active burbank to see if they got the union 180s yet, so i could cop my boy kris a second pair. As i found out, thursday will be the day theyll get their shipment. It also marks one of my last days here. So if you know me, and you sorta like me, hit me up and we'll do stuff. Chill, hangout, drink? i dunno. I leave saturday morning, and thats it for good, im never coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing to say, check out my &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/pdap"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;. Ive been so bored lately, ive updated it with stupid visuals and sorts. Hope everyone enjoys. And yeah, active valencia has some of the nicest employees around. The service there is incredible. I had two guys helping me out who were hilarious. One calling the shoes (pic shown above) i just got a "treasure" and another speaking about knee high dunks, calling them "super dunks."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111943056568462839?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111943056568462839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111943056568462839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111943056568462839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111943056568462839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-space-is-mad-addicting.html' title='My space is mad addicting'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111918228621510398</id><published>2005-06-19T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T04:59:46.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times all around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/20218537/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos16.flickr.com/20218537_0f74e84aa6.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="ourmeal" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/20218536/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/20218536_ad54542468.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="patw180s" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post-finals mustache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately i havent been updating my blog due to the reason that ive been out  everyday and returning too late, too tired and too lazy to blog, til now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Camped for shoes, then went to my uncles house to celebrate by cousin's graduation from nursing school. That's right, another nurse in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Helped move some old furniture out of my sister's apartment, which will later end up in my new apartment. Then watched some Chappelle's show at kris'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Kris and I went to some stores around the SCV, mainly, the salvation army, the goodwill, val surf, and no stress. We then picked up adrianne, had lunch at the elephant bar, did some reading at barnes &amp; noble, and again at borders, walked around the mall, and then finished it up with active. And then we kicked it with brigitte and some of her friends at her POS apartment near usc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Kris and I picked up amy and hit up Grey one, where kris' connections came in handy, landing us discounts on our purchases. GO KRIS! We followed it up with the la brea shops, random thrift shops on melrose, supreme, and finally dinner at the cheesecake factory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Finally got to hang out with some highschool kids, mainly, adrian, russel and nikel(?). We chilled, bullshat, and just caught up. Good times had all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Picked up connor from ucla, then sarah and adrianne from sarah's house, and later met up with scott, caitlyn, brodie and jenn to see batman begins. By the way, that movie is amazing (if you havent seen it, and want to, im willing to watch it again, so hit me up). Afterwards, fausto and fortner met up with us, so we all hung out in caitlyn's garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Hung out with connor and caitlyn for a bit, got some jamba juice, and then drove down to see amy and to see her "singer-brother's" performance. Mad food, mad beer, and mad good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Yes, i went to another country concert (the Kenny Chesney concert in chula vista, jealous?). This time, Austin and two of his friends from back home drove down and met me at my house. We then picked evie up from burbank and then picked up amy from el monte. The concert was fun, but the drive back home sucked. How am i still awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: As of now, i have no plans, but im starting to think that if i happen to see the 180s at some shop in my size, i might just have to scoop them up, especially if theyre selling for cheaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111918228621510398?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111918228621510398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111918228621510398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111918228621510398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111918228621510398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-times-all-around.html' title='Good times all around'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111873559045820623</id><published>2005-06-14T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:53:37.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics</title><content type='html'>Here's more pics from saturday. Look carefully, cuz me and my boy kris are definitely in these ones. These were posted on Niketalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a clearer pic. Try to look for me in the back in the pink shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/19280904/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/19280904_0cc53d8a65.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="100257751" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me?! Im like coughing or some shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dj Capski reppin the hawaii to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/19280903/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos16.flickr.com/19280903_217f8ecba9.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="airpic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me! Thats me turned away. Thats totally my hair and my stussy sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/19280905/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/19280905_ca034a69e7.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="shoepic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111873559045820623?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111873559045820623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111873559045820623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111873559045820623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111873559045820623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-pics.html' title='More pics'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111868090230766062</id><published>2005-06-13T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:46:33.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How far would you go?</title><content type='html'>So how far would you go for something you're truly passionate for? For me and kris, it was 10 hours of standing in line and practically 200 bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the night/day that ive been looking forward to for about 2 weeks finally came. I left SD at around 12:40ish and got to the SCV at around 2:30ish. Kris and I later arrived at Union around 3ish, where a line was already forming for the highly-anticipated shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/19128545/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/19128545_9b4ba0594b.jpg" width="470" height="353" alt="HB-5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look carefully, theres someone all the way in the back in black, thats standing against the yellow fence. Thats me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time wasn't an issue at all. Kris and i got to chill and bullshit. Talked to some 5th level sneakerheads. The entire experience was amazing. Not only was i surrounded by people sharing the same interests as me, but i also got to see tons of shoes in person that ive only seen in pictures. Imagine finally seeing a celebrity in person, after watching him/her on screen and in magazines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/19128546/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/19128546_19202aee7c.jpg" width="470" height="353" alt="HB-2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/19128547/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/19128547_d6ab5dd4de.jpg" width="470" height="353" alt="Union-Store" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every so often, cars would stop and slow down traffic, asking what was the deal. People in line gave several replies, including american idol auditions, protesting, or waiting for chicken and kool-aid. But most of the time, i just dished out the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/19128548/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/19128548_a1649d4f9e.jpg" width="470" height="353" alt="HB-1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/19128549/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/19128549_3ee0a6986e.jpg" width="470" height="353" alt="HB-3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The package cost us 184, but we got 3 "free" shirts, a free meal, the shoes, and most importantly an experience to remember forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111868090230766062?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111868090230766062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111868090230766062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111868090230766062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111868090230766062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-far-would-you-go.html' title='How far would you go?'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111839084668310797</id><published>2005-06-10T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T01:07:26.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe? or not</title><content type='html'>So my hardest finals are over and through. Bio was a complete mess, but hopefully i dont get anything lower than an A-. Ochem was good. I felt really good coming out of that, so hopefully i get an A- or above. I have my physics final at 3-6, and then im finally clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have a huge problem. Im so torn right now. So right now, i have the choice of staying in SD for friday night and partying like ive never partied before, or i can go home and camp out for those funky ass shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i dont get the shoes, it will open more opportunities for me to get other shoes that are simply good looking and fresh (not to say that the 180s are not). Mainly, chukka boots, sk8-hi's, alife argyles or some dunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i do get the shoes, ill be breakin some serious necks, walking around town, ya kna wut i mean?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i got some marc jacobs chukka boots today, but now im kinda regretting the purchase. Cuz now if i get the 180s, i really cant buy anymore shoes for a while, or my mom will seriously kill me. Which means, can i still get those navy and pink dunks ive been wanting?! Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111839084668310797?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111839084668310797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111839084668310797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111839084668310797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111839084668310797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/06/shoe-or-not.html' title='Shoe? or not'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111812793334539970</id><published>2005-06-06T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:06:21.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog is to past the time til the nyquil kicks in</title><content type='html'>So finals are all this week and ive been studying like mad. Been at the library every freakin day and since saturday, been going from 10:30 am all the way to 10:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library finally got with it and began giving out the Geisel bracelets. Not too unsimilar from the numerous synthetic polymer blend bracelets they have out these days (i.e livestrong, one, live similar). Unlike those other lame ass colored bracelets, these bracelets are white during the day and glow in the dark at night, hence the phrase on the bracelet, "Geisel glows after dark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one final tomorrow at 8am, one on wednesday night from 7-10. Once those two are over, im chill. I have physics on friday from 3-6, but i aint trippin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whats with me, but lately ive been craving something to smoke. I dunno, i kinda just wanna go out and buy like a pack or maybe a cigar or something. Shit, call me old fashioned, but something about smoking around a crowd just screams out "cool" (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i studied today from 10:15 all the way to around 10ish, and im like shit, aint no more information seeping through this brain of mine. I might as well go home, wack it, and go to sleep. But now i cant freakin sleep. My mind is too busy i guess. So what do i do? I go back to my good friend nyquil to fix my problems and my other pal blog to help pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i join my space?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111812793334539970?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111812793334539970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111812793334539970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111812793334539970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111812793334539970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-blog-is-to-past-time-til-nyquil.html' title='This blog is to past the time til the nyquil kicks in'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111776794181448052</id><published>2005-06-02T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:05:41.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im just procrastinating</title><content type='html'>The quarter is about to end. Heck, the fuckin school year is about to end. Right now, all im looking forward to, are the two weeks that ill be staying in and out of the good old SCV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy Kris and i are planning on camping out on saturday morning june 11th outside of Union on la brea. We're hoping we can scoop these &lt;a href="http://thehundreds.com/blog/union180s.html"&gt;bad boys&lt;/a&gt;. No its not a fuckin joke. And yes, theyre really ridiculous. And as kris put it, "no comment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im looking forward to that, and im looking forward to another berkeley trip. Hopefully, around the second week. Nothing much else to talk about. I just wanna finish up my finals and get the fuck outta here for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving out is going to be the biggest bitch. I have tons of shoes. More than i can deal with. What am i going to do!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111776794181448052?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111776794181448052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111776794181448052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111776794181448052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111776794181448052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-just-procrastinating.html' title='Im just procrastinating'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111752259032815362</id><published>2005-05-30T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:56:30.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is taking all i have</title><content type='html'>What the hell is wrong with me? For the past two quarters, ive been constantly lying to myself and convincing myself that i was moving forward, and making progress as a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, old feelings came flooding back into my head, and now i feel like im in the same place where i started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Connor, my BFF, for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111752259032815362?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111752259032815362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111752259032815362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111752259032815362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111752259032815362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-taking-all-i-have.html' title='This is taking all i have'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111749514341171028</id><published>2005-05-30T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T16:20:28.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good</title><content type='html'>Let's see, hmm, i started my weekend a little early on thursday. Me and the crew went to this really good vegetarian indian restaurant. Then, Austin, Evie, Becky, Lindsay, and I went to this chill party/kickback. It was at this party that i realized that my tolerance to alcohol has skyrocketed to an all-time high. Not only did i have two beers before i left, but i had at least 8 shots at the party, and did not achieve a state of being drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on friday, we went to TJ for the last time of the quarter. I had 6 drinks there...i felt nothing! I had to drive that night, so i guess its better it ended up that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, my parents came by and picked me up to get some lunch. We ended up going to the fashion valley mall. After a quick lunch, i ended up going from store to store asking the sales clerks if they knew of any stores selling nike SBs, but those ignorant bastards knew of no such thing. DUMB-ASSES! But, as luck would have it, i stumbled upon the very store i was meaning to find. They had the blazer SBs in a 13, which was pretty tempting, but they were so plain. They didnt call out to me at all. So i sucked it up, and passed on them (I was proud of myself). Later that night we watched Episode III. Awesome plot. Everything just came together, and gave a nice prelude to the following trilogy. However, the acting was horrible. If i was Hayden Christensen, I would feel so embarassed to watch myself(Go get a real job you sorry excuse for an actor!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study for a lil bit on sunday. Then later that night, Paul and I had a ground beef party to get rid of our rations before the end of the year. Slopping joes for everyone! Then later, bowling with everyone. It was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i studied for bio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, ive been getting a little nervous about how much hype is out for the tiffany dunks. Shit yo, im not so sure if i can get 'em. Its going crazy, everyone wants 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Gorillaz album is awesome. "Feel Good" is a dope one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111749514341171028?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111749514341171028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111749514341171028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111749514341171028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111749514341171028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/05/feel-good.html' title='Feel Good'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111687942486791722</id><published>2005-05-23T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:17:04.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Good Times All Around</title><content type='html'>Im so glad i stayed in SD this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, we had a bonfire to celebrate Anshu's 20th's birthday. We roasted hot dogs, made smores, and just hung out. Afterwards, we had a post-party at Mattea, Rachael, and Mikayla's. Here's some of the best pictures from this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15331758/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/15331758_6c19c1a89c.jpg" alt="152_5208 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15331757/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/15331757_1528b0565e.jpg" alt="152_5204 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15331759/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/15331759_3c54b1a9ef.jpg" alt="152_5211 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15331760/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/15331760_1559e819fc.jpg" alt="152_5215 (Large)" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15331761/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/15331761_726348912d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="152_5216 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15331762/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/15331762_75ec433f4d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="152_5229 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15332148/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/15332148_e176968fa2.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="152_5259 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15332149/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/15332149_3f020c614f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="152_5243 (Large)" 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href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15332469/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/15332469_d1d4618282.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="153_5386 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15332470/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/15332470_36e0420e8b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="153_5394 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15332711/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/15332711_926acd3f66.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="153_5396 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15332712/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/15332712_8ff565db40.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="154_5404 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15333366/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/15333366_7d02dc9104.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0686 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15333367/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/15333367_b5d71bd1b3.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0677 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15333368/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/15333368_af22157ef5.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0659 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15333369/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/15333369_8b084b2c0b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="154_5432 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15333371/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/15333371_e3b7529bde.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="154_5440 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/15333372/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/15333372_4fd261e3e6.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="154_5437 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD TIMES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111687942486791722?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111687942486791722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111687942486791722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111687942486791722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111687942486791722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-good-times-all-around.html' title='Its Good Times All Around'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111665991766290608</id><published>2005-05-21T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T00:18:37.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw you guys, im going home</title><content type='html'>Well, looks like im staying in SD this weekend. My parents wont be home and neither will any of my friends. I dunno, it just wouldnt be worth going up just to bum around, not doing anything, while i could do so much more down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Laundry&lt;br /&gt;2)Haircut&lt;br /&gt;3)Car wash&lt;br /&gt;4)Gym&lt;br /&gt;5)Study (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111665991766290608?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111665991766290608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111665991766290608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111665991766290608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111665991766290608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/05/screw-you-guys-im-going-home.html' title='Screw you guys, im going home'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111661626174283034</id><published>2005-05-20T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T12:14:56.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its chill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/14812689/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/14812689_e1dbd843f1.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0080 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/14812688/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/14812688_b035e6694a.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0079 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my buddies finally got a place to live. Its freakin sweet. Its a two-level townhouse with 4 bedrooms, a bar, a patio, a laundry room, granite counters, top-of-the-line appliances, and a pool next door. We're all stoked about living there, its going to be amazing. We move in july 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterms are over. I took my bio midterm on monday, ochem midterm on tuesday and i have a physics quiz later today. I just got back my bio midterm today, and im not disappointed. I studied like no other. All this hard work means one thing: Gonna get fucked up tonight. I still got a handle of seagrams and a handle of brandy to finish. Not to mention, among austin, paul, and sid, we still got a hefty supply of beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend im paying a visit to the SCV. Im definitely hitting up blends and active in costa mesa on my way there, and possibly undefeated, union, stussy, and american rag on sunday. Im not looking for anything in particular, so hopefully none of the shoe stores have my size, or else i might be buying again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that pretty much covers it for an update. Til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111661626174283034?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111661626174283034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111661626174283034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111661626174283034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111661626174283034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-chill.html' title='Its chill'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111644474492499451</id><published>2005-05-18T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T12:32:24.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUN GOD Part 2 (at Mattea, Rachael and Mikyala's apartment)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/14524643/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/14524643_fb44e0860b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="150_5079 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/14524644/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/14524644_05b8f5a85d.jpg" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111644474492499451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111644474492499451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/05/sun-god-part-2-at-mattea-rachael-and.html' title='SUN GOD Part 2 (at Mattea, Rachael and Mikyala&apos;s apartment)'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111638544940624815</id><published>2005-05-17T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T20:51:06.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUN GOD</title><content type='html'>If i remembered what happened on sun god, i would totally write about it. But unfortunately, the entire day was a blur. I did get knocked out cold, while moshing during the concert. GOOD TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/14427896/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/14427896_bfc9aef845.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Pre-Sun God - 08" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/14428505/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/14428505_34c15737a3.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Pre-Sun God - 11" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/14428128/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/14428128_7e75cf1039.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Sun God - 46" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/14428129/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/14428129_57f1bdbcce.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Sun God - 37" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/14428130/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/14428130_85a5b74334.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Sun God - 09" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/14428509/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/14428509_f4a694c841.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Sun God - 19" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/14428511/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/14428511_b5b32284f0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Sun God - 25" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/14428506/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/14428506_a8c41b5c0b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Sun God - 04" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111638544940624815?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111638544940624815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111638544940624815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111638544940624815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111638544940624815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/05/sun-god.html' title='SUN GOD'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111593757912362241</id><published>2005-05-12T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T15:39:39.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loaded!</title><content type='html'>Hey yall, im writing a blog right now because i think this might be the only time that ill be sober til saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun God festival is tomorrow and we are fuckin loaded on booze and supplies. Our ref is so stocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun today. I had lunch with my dad again and just got to hang out with him throughout the day. We ate at CPK and then visited Active in Escondido. Damn, they had the Band-Aids in a 13. So anyways, hopefully therell be people sober enough to take pictures and document tomorrow, so that way i can post some pictures. Til then, peace out and have a safe weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111593757912362241?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111593757912362241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111593757912362241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111593757912362241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111593757912362241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/05/loaded.html' title='Loaded!'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111575825538241648</id><published>2005-05-10T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T13:50:55.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On friday, Austin, Paul, Phil, Richie, Neha, Neha's cousin, Alana, Leila, and I went to old-town SD for some mexican food. Damn, that food was good. They served the best salsa that i ever had. Surprisingly, dinner took about 3 hours. Afterwards, we went back to the girls' apartment and watched a movie and drank a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, i studied some bio and then later that night went to the Indian culture show to see some crazy Bhangra dancing and Anshu perform. That shit was awesome. Bhangra dancing is so tight and Anshu's performance was great! After that, we all got fucked up at mattea, rachael and mikayla's apartment, taking shots of Absolut vodka (by the way, i hate vodka, but absolut went down so smooth). We then stuffed half of the group into my car, and headed to a girls crew party. It was just so awesome to party with that group of girls (Becky, Lindsay, Mattea, Rachael, and Mikayla). Theyre so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/13321671/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/13321671_eb68614e43.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="150_5008 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/13321672/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/13321672_bd065dcc6b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="150_5011 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/13321673/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/13321673_d3a6ec53ba.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="150_5016 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/13321674/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/13321674_3fab429dbe.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="150_5022 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/13321675/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/13321675_594b6f9b38.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="150_5027 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/13321676/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/13321676_1eb6287c00.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="150_5028 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/13321892/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/13321892_bb5273d1c0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="150_5030 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/13321893/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/13321893_1a92640e5e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="150_5035 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/13321894/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/13321894_333ba8b93a.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="150_5054 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/13321895/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/13321895_b6cba1af9e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="150_5059 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/13321896/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/13321896_ee57e52053.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="150_5068 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/13321897/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/13321897_cdba16cf9e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="150_5042 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was nice and quiet. I mainly studied and hung out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111575825538241648?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111575825538241648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111575825538241648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111575825538241648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111575825538241648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-friday-austin-paul-phil-richie-neha.html' title=''/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111515991376141227</id><published>2005-05-03T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T21:59:25.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like another beer?</title><content type='html'>I went home this past weekend to chill with my mom, my sister, and to see my grandma and my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic going there was so bad, that i had to stop at UCLA to pay a visit to my buddies Connor and Scott. Unfortunately, we only got to hang out for a couple of hours, so i spent the rest of the time at UCLA, until traffic died down, drinking and getting buzzed. And now that im reading this and thinking about that friday, getting drunk to past the time so i can drive without traffic, doesnt really make any sense. I got home fine, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, i chose the same weekend to visit home as some other relatives did. On saturday, we had a BBQ/lunch thing going. The food was good and the free beer was excellent. Not to mention, i receieved a lot of the usual, "Wow, look how much you've grown" and "Youre so tall PJ, do you play basketball?" and "Do you have a girlfriend yet?" All of which were followed by a smirk, a grin, and a simple reply of "no" or "not at the moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i planned on studying that night, i never got a chance. For some odd reason, i couldnt pull myself away from AIM or watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday i finally pulled myself together and went to Barnes and Noble to get some work done.&lt;br /&gt;I hung out and chilled with some old buddies from highschool, some of whom you might know and remember: James Grayot, Ashley Beccera(?), and Ryan Ramos. And although i never actually went up to them and got to talking, i think its the thought that counts. James and Ashley were working at Starbucks, so they really couldnt chill all too much. Ryan, on the other hand, who im not 100% sure if it was Ryan Ramos or not, definitely sounded and looked like Ryan Ramos if he had aged aprroximately 2 years. Im not sure, but does Ryan go to UC Riverside or does he go to COC? In any case, there were a lot of highschool kids and COC students studying for something big. Ryan, or who i believe was Ryan, was studying microbiology at the table next to me. Pre-med? i ask myself. Nah, filipinos dont go pre-med, they only go pre-pharm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished up the few ochem problems i had and got out of that blast from the past and headed home to SD later that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111515991376141227?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111515991376141227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111515991376141227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111515991376141227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111515991376141227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/05/would-you-like-another-beer.html' title='Would you like another beer?'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111474881284109517</id><published>2005-04-28T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:22:13.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles</title><content type='html'>Anyone want some gum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/11423477/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="IMG_0039 (Large)" src="http://photos8.flickr.com/11423477_15b2282236.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gum might get into your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/11423479/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="IMG_0043 (Large)" src="http://photos10.flickr.com/11423479_4cda8ff259.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/11423480/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="IMG_0053 (Large)" src="http://photos10.flickr.com/11423480_0858a26cbe.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/11423478/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="IMG_0042 (Large)" src="http://photos6.flickr.com/11423478_64abbe089b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/11423482/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="IMG_0073 (Large)" src="http://photos7.flickr.com/11423482_a4b842918a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/11423481/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="IMG_0062 (Large)" src="http://photos6.flickr.com/11423481_86f596043b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111474881284109517?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111474881284109517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111474881284109517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111474881284109517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111474881284109517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111474826730142907</id><published>2005-04-28T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:19:07.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Carbs?</title><content type='html'>Its like Christmas morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/11420968/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/11420968_6bc0ae8dde.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul, you fuckin lard ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/11420967/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/11420967_f105366b32.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0008" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111474826730142907?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111474826730142907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111474826730142907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111474826730142907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111474826730142907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/got-carbs.html' title='Got Carbs?'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111440627003145884</id><published>2005-04-24T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:24:41.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Boys!</title><content type='html'>So as you all know, my friends and i went to the Alan Jackson concert in San Bernardino. It was an awesome concert. Here's some pictures from our weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at a pizza place that had crazy painted pictures on its windows, so paul and richie had to take pictures with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10797114/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/10797114_8b8f3af982.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Paul Fucking around" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10797115/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/10797115_a7399598ef.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Richie Fucking around" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us at the concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10797116/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/10797116_ad3d026e92.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0020 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie, Me, Becky, Mikayla, Evie, Mattea, and Austin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us on our way to the lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10797544/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/10797544_925b292506.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0019 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a place to sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10797545/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/10797545_5388769576.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0023 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10797547/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/10797547_cb4375e53a.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0031 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brotherly Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10797117/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/10797117_358fcbbe2d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0040 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thug BOYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10797118/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/10797118_47b38462a4.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0059 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10797546/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/10797546_799ca725d1.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_0027 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie loves country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10797548/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/10797548_d51ac59942.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0071 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil's car breaks down on our way back from the concert. So, we all cram into richie's car. Yeah, all 11 of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evie, Austin and Phil crammed in richie's trunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10797119/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/10797119_c9860cacd1.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0104 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im glad i got shotgun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10797549/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/10797549_6efbcaa9ca.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0102 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was awesome. I got my pair of fogs and i won my tweed hightops, which means...NO MORE SHOES. Yeah, thats it folks. Im all through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111440627003145884?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111440627003145884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111440627003145884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111440627003145884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111440627003145884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/country-boys.html' title='Country Boys!'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111440521044559658</id><published>2005-04-24T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:01:21.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In-n-out trip</title><content type='html'>We actually did this more than three weeks ago, but i never had a chance to post these pictures. So here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 30x30!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10796426/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/10796426_4c0cf73bab.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0089 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10796425/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/10796425_50b5764c63.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0092 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig in Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10796427/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/10796427_0a013d7a14.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0102 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let that meat tickle your taste buds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10796428/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/10796428_a4cda37e39.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0111 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Ketchup ASAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10796429/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/10796429_a1e594e156.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_0123 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visualize your goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/10796430/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/10796430_dc9e2fa682.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_0110 (Large)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as most of you know, Paul never finished the 30x30. He kept 25 in, but only til we got out to the parking lot. Sorry, but i dont have any pictures of what happened there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111440521044559658?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111440521044559658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111440521044559658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111440521044559658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111440521044559658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-n-out-trip.html' title='In-n-out trip'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111411798406664587</id><published>2005-04-21T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T14:13:04.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS COUNTRY TIME BABY!</title><content type='html'>So my crazy midterms week is almost over. I finished ochem on tuesday night and bio on wednesday night. All i have left is my physics quiz on friday which is chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is going to be awesome. On saturday, Austin, Paul, Phil, Richie, Becky, Evie, Makayla, Mattea, Rachael, and I are all going to the Alan Jackson concert in San Bernadino. ITS COUNTRY TIME BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not even a country music fan, but yet im so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we go to the country concert, we're dropping by costa mesa...which means i get to visit blends and active. And i know ive been getting a lot of shoes lately, and i already have two bids on ebay, but i cant help it. I really want &lt;a href="http://www.activemailorder.com/Catalog/category.aspx?j%7E&amp;cp=1&amp;amp;ct=3&amp;sc=36&amp;amp;sm=-1&amp;br=57&amp;amp;pr=4820&amp;bx=1&amp;amp;px=1&amp;at=-1&amp;amp;bi=0"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;category=63850&amp;amp;item=5384275948&amp;rd=1"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;category=63850&amp;item=5384275948&amp;amp;rd=1"&gt; ones&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111411798406664587?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111411798406664587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111411798406664587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111411798406664587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111411798406664587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-country-time-baby.html' title='ITS COUNTRY TIME BABY!'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111372255747720935</id><published>2005-04-17T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T00:23:48.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at that fuckin clown!!!</title><content type='html'>Shit. I think ive said this time and time again: i really hate the beginning part of getting-to-know a girl you like. Whats up with that! I would much rather fast forward to the comfortable part: not worrying about what you look like, letting yourself go, and best of all, enjoying silence without feeling awkward. Damn, thats the good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see...i got like two midterms this coming week and a quiz. Feeling a little stressed yet? Eh, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just scooped two new pairs of shoes. I got a pair of black and pink anguses from ebay and a pair of the tweed lows from a website that fell from the sky. I know i said i was over shoes, but i cant rest until i get my holy grails, that is, tweed highs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note: im really pissed off cuz i dont think im ever going to get my second pair of tearaways. I ordered that shit like almost a month ago, and it still hasn't arrived. To add to that, whenever i try to contact HUF, they either ignore my emails or have a recording that answers my calls. HEY HUF! FUCK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111372255747720935?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111372255747720935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111372255747720935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111372255747720935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111372255747720935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/look-at-that-fuckin-clown.html' title='Look at that fuckin clown!!!'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111350241489049558</id><published>2005-04-14T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:13:34.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back on my feet baby!</title><content type='html'>Hey yall! Something new is brewing up in the kitchen right now. I cant say what it is right now, cuz if i say too much, it may spoil the broth. So anyways, lets just say im over shoes for the moment and into something else. Peace for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111350241489049558?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111350241489049558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111350241489049558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111350241489049558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111350241489049558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back-on-my-feet-baby.html' title='Im back on my feet baby!'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111320038443526846</id><published>2005-04-10T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:19:44.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, its money!!</title><content type='html'>Awesome awesome weekend. Definitely one of those weekends ill look back on. On friday, i went to tj with an entire new group of people. That is, i knew most of them, but i didn't really "know know" them. It was probably one of the best tj trips by far. Austin and i are always talking about branching out and meeting new people outside of our usual group, and friday night was definitely that. We stayed in the club to near-closing time and didn't get home til around 6ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night, my SD fam and i went to the surf club 80s party, where i saw most of the same group of people i went to tj with. The party was awesome. It was really chill and not that crowded, plus i got to spend time with  some of the  same awesome girls i hung out with the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ive finally reached my limit with the shoes. Once you get all the shoes you want, your mind starts drifting and thinking about other things....like girls!! I dunno, i guess we'll see what happens, if anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111320038443526846?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111320038443526846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111320038443526846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111320038443526846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111320038443526846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/ah-its-money.html' title='Ah, its money!!'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111267624923907178</id><published>2005-04-04T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T21:44:09.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They were the last 13s, so i had to get them.</title><content type='html'>On friday my friends and i went to another sigma chi party at the ranch house. I think i saw about everyone on campus there. I saw most of the girls that i constantly stalk on facebook, friends of friends, familiar faces from around revelle and class, and two past TAs. One TA didn't remember me, but somehow remembered my last name when i told him my first. Patrick... FEBREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that same night, paul attempted to eat a 30x30 at in-n-out. Unfortunately, he only consumed 25, and most of that ended up in between phil's car and some other guy's car in the parking lot. Sadly, the puking didn't end there. Nope. Paul puked once again in the car ride home from sigma chi all over this one girl. Not over yet...i then woke up the next morning to the sound of paul rushing to the bathroom to puke even more. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While paul continued to puke and dry-hack his brains out, Austin, Richie, Sid and I went around to look for houses to rent or possibly buy. No luck though. I then drove home, but on the way there, i stopped by Blends in costa mesa for the Vans Argyle slip-ons. Unfortunately, I was let down. The guy at blends told me that 13s are nearly impossible to get. So instead, i bought some &lt;a href="http://freshnessmag.com/content/features/files/0205/new_blazer/index.php"&gt;blazers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic was so bad on the way home, that i decided to stop at UCLA and just meet connor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Connor, Eric, John-paul, Kayleen(?), and i went to the U2 concert in anaheim at the pond. Im not the biggest U2 fan, but the concert was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, i went out to have lunch with my family to celebrate my sister getting her RN. We ate at redondo beach and had crab. Good shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111267624923907178?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111267624923907178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111267624923907178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111267624923907178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111267624923907178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/they-were-last-13s-so-i-had-to-get.html' title='They were the last 13s, so i had to get them.'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111233405539810782</id><published>2005-03-31T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T21:40:55.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Shoes!</title><content type='html'>These aren't your typical footlocker finds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/8054119/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/8054119_8978239d1b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="180s" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/7952345/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/7952345_11255b5dbb.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="180s side" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Max 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/8054122/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/8054122_fb9adec3eb.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Air Max 1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/8054121/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/8054121_01a25f443c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Air Max 1 front" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humble Collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/8054123/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/8054123_69593c5dbb.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Humble Collection" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/8054124/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/8054124_0bf040c3cb.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Humble Collection 2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111233405539810782?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111233405539810782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111233405539810782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111233405539810782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111233405539810782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-shoes.html' title='More Shoes!'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111224784756520716</id><published>2005-03-30T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:50:16.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What up Bug-eyed!</title><content type='html'>Me and Connor&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/7952349/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/7952349_6e059fc876.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Me and Conor" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor, Paul and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/7952348/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/7952348_7916e601a3.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Connor, Paul, and Me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy Pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/7952346/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/7952346_04c5f2a509.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Buddy Pics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P ROD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/7952400/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/7952400_3a090de76e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P ROD!!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey yo! Are those P RODS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32365665@N00/7952401/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/7952401_ab5695432f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Ey yo! Are those P RODS?!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111224784756520716?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111224784756520716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111224784756520716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111224784756520716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111224784756520716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-up-bug-eyed.html' title='What up Bug-eyed!'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111207295979025124</id><published>2005-03-28T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:15:18.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me how many pairs of shoes i got.</title><content type='html'>Spring break definitely flew by, but it definitely was worthwhile. So the last time i updated, i had just purchased my &lt;a href="http://secure.projecta.com/hufsf/Detail.bok?no=458"&gt;vandal tearaways in brown and green&lt;/a&gt;. That same night my SD friends and i went to PB for some sushi and then i drove home to the SCV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: I dropped off some dry cleaning and then visited the local skate shops (mainly valsurf and active). I didn't do much the rest of the day. I hung out with the fam, and then sat around watching tons of movies. Later that night, i went over to my uncle's house to have dinner and to watch the Pacquiao vs. Morales boxing match. Pacquiao unfortunately lost the match and gave up his championship. I wasn't all too disappointed, but my relatives were. That's why you never put your faith in a filipino. So later that night, i check HufSF and noticed that the grey and navy vandal tearaways were still available in 13. Another thought then came to me....Did i order my tearaways in a size 13 or was I such in a hurry that i accidentally ordered a size 8. I was so unsure about the whole thing, that the only logical thing to do was to order the &lt;a href="http://secure.projecta.com/hufsf/Detail.bok?no=461"&gt;grey and navy tearaways &lt;/a&gt;and make sure i get a size 13. That way, at least ill have one pair thats a size 13. So i jumped on those pairs and ordered them, carefully making sure that i ordered a size 13 and not 12, not 11, and definitely not 8. So that was my 2nd pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: I got the &lt;a href="http://www.pickyourshoes.com/collectible/nike_180_chino_ice.htm"&gt;180s&lt;/a&gt; at active. So thats my 3rd pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Kris and i hit up stussy, union, undefeated, american rag, supreme, and situation normal. My supreme hat turned out to be too small for me, so i sold it to kris for the same amount i bought it for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Connor, Kris, and i go to disneyland, but are later rained out. We take a trip to blends in costa mesa and then to active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: I pick up monica from pasadena and hit up Grey one. I purchased a RVCA shirt and a hundreds shirt (bitter enemies in grey). We then drove down to palm desert and met up with danielle. Hours later, the rest of the SD fam comes down and we have a crazy old time. Let's just say that wednesday night made my escapades in berkeley look like church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Had some lunch and then hit up the westfield mall, where we see elisha cuthbert shopping at victoria's secret. We're all so tired from the night before that we end up crashing at around 11:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: We hit up the cabazon outlets where i pick up my &lt;a href="http://www.pickyourshoes.com/collectible/nike_vandal_wp.htm"&gt;waterproof vandals (4th pair)&lt;/a&gt; and my mowabb safaris (5th pair). i finally get back home and chill at scotts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Hit up the camarillo outlets with my mom where i get the &lt;a href="http://www.pickyourshoes.com/collectible/nike_terminator_boston.htm"&gt;Boston celtics terminator highs (6th pair) &lt;/a&gt;and the &lt;a href="http://www.pickyourshoes.com/collectible/nike_max1_wings.htm"&gt;air max 1s wings and waffles edition (7th pair)&lt;/a&gt;. We finally head home, but first my mom wants to stop by trader joes. On our way there, i stop by active where i get my 8th pair, the p-rods. Later that night, i get really trashed and wasted at the pitzer college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: I get home and get a crazy lecture from my mom about responsibility. I got so fucked up the night before, i passed out on the couch and accidentally spend the night there. So i get home, take my mom's beating, and i go to bed trying to get over my horrible hangover. Unfortunately, i dont recover til around 5:30pm that day. I finally come back to SD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111207295979025124?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111207295979025124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111207295979025124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111207295979025124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111207295979025124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/03/ask-me-how-many-pairs-of-shoes-i-got.html' title='Ask me how many pairs of shoes i got.'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111118482420633817</id><published>2005-03-18T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T14:27:21.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destined to be together!</title><content type='html'>Aahhh yeah! Im back yo! Its been a long time since i blogged so ill try my best to tell yall about what happened in the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see...two weekends ago my friends and i went to the Revelle Semi formal. It was crazy. It was seriously more fun than prom plus only a fourth of the cost. And to make things even cooler, i purchased a stainless steel flask to carry grandpa's old cough medicine in. I personally had the most fun before the actual dance. We got dressed at around 2 and had lunch at Bucca di Beppos. After that, we skipped to Danielle and Isida's and got crunked up. Paul shot-gunned two beers in a row and then threw up on their balcony. I believe it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul gets up and heads toward the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;Danielle: Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;Paul: I just need to get some air...(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puking noises)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sid: Oh shit!&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Good Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two weeks were spent mainly studying, stressing out, making tons of flash cards, and pretty much preparing for finals. So this week, i had a final on monday, wednesday, thursday and friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: BILD 1 (general cellular biology), @ 11am-230: I left satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Physics 1B (magnetism and electricity), @ 8am-11: Fucking SHIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Chem 140B (Organic chemistry B), @ 8am-11: Fucking SHIT! Shit shit motherfucker!!!&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Psych 60 (Intro to Stats), @ 8am-11: Went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i finally finished a long week of finals. I got out of stats and i honestly felt like the test went smoothly. Unfortunately, everytime i feel that way, i end up getting a lower test score than i expected. I probably got a fucking B. On another note, i walked into my room and noticed i had an IM from my homie Kris. The IM was a heads up for the &lt;a href="http://secure.projecta.com/hufsf/Detail.bok?no=458"&gt;Vandal Tearaways.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks homie! As soon as i read it i dropped trou and took out my wallet and ordered that shit. Man it feels good to be a gansta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i was ready to give up on&lt;a href="http://secure.projecta.com/hufsf/Detail.bok?no=458"&gt; them&lt;/a&gt;, they came to me. Its like it was meant to be. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, i suddenly started listening to Beastie Boys again. My personal favorite album is Ill Communication. So dope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111118482420633817?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111118482420633817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111118482420633817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111118482420633817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111118482420633817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/03/destined-to-be-together.html' title='Destined to be together!'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-111050210886575353</id><published>2005-03-10T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T16:48:28.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please excuse me for my inactivity, but ive been really busy studying for finals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-111050210886575353?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111050210886575353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=111050210886575353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111050210886575353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/111050210886575353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/03/please-excuse-me-for-my-inactivity-but.html' title=''/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110923166915910554</id><published>2005-02-23T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:54:29.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck. Blog is fuckin bull shit!. Does anyone know how the fuck you post pics on this shit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110923166915910554?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110923166915910554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110923166915910554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110923166915910554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110923166915910554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/02/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110922888005288929</id><published>2005-02-23T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:08:00.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn obsessive compulsive personality</title><content type='html'>Although it all began originally to get a new pair of shoes (the plaid vans slip-ons), it ultimately rekindled my obsession for shoes. For those who dont know or who dont remember, i was a crazy shoe guy throughout 6th grade up until the beginning of 9th grade. Since then, my passion for shoes remained dormant. Now i've gone absolutely mad. I not only purchased the vans slip-ons, but also bought two other pairs of shoes the same day. Unfortunately, that only supressed my crave for a mere three weeks (one pair for every week). This past weekend i bought another pair of shoes. And although i am happy with my purchase, my mind keeps racing and asking for another pair. Which ones? &lt;a href="http://www.novuscom.net/%7Ekpwm/05021719.jpg"&gt;These ones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known as the nike vandal tearaways, they come in one solid color and fabric, but can easily be restyled and customized by tearing away the top most layer of fabric to reveal a weaved pattern. I originally thought they came tattered and torn, but then kris revealed that you do all the "tearaways" yourself. This concept blew my mind. So keep an eye out. One day youll see me wearing the vandals in one color for a week, then amazingly see them all trashed and torn up the next. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to add about this past weekend:&lt;br /&gt;After staying at both caitlyn's and at kris', several differences come to mind:&lt;br /&gt;            - At caitlyn's, the day is broken up into several meals and coffee stops&lt;br /&gt;               - At kris', meals are rarely spoken of&lt;br /&gt;               - At caitlyn's, shoes have little importance or value&lt;br /&gt;               - At kris', shoes have the power to initiate an entire discussion&lt;br /&gt;               - At caitlyn's, we listen to indie&lt;br /&gt;               - At kris', we listen to hip hop&lt;br /&gt;              - At caitlyn's, it smells of either bathroom cleaner or food&lt;br /&gt;               - At kris', it smells like hash&lt;br /&gt;              - At caitlyn's, west wing can be heard from the tv room&lt;br /&gt;              - At kris', the sound of toking up can be heard from the tv room&lt;br /&gt;      Its the little differences that really count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110922888005288929?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110922888005288929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110922888005288929' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110922888005288929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110922888005288929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/02/damn-obsessive-compulsive-personality.html' title='Damn obsessive compulsive personality'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110904027510625612</id><published>2005-02-21T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T19:31:41.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm, let me see, you were suppose to take a right back there...</title><content type='html'>I finally came back from my highly-anticipated trip to Berkeley. The trip was amazing. Connor and I didn't leave the SCV until around 7. At first, we weren't sure how traffic and the weather would hold up. But as soon as we got through the grapevine, the rain stopped and the traffic cleared up. The next 5.5 hours was nothing but good times and smooth cruising. We arrived at Kris' at about 12:30. We hung out at caitlyn's for a bit and then slept at kris'. The next day was probably one of the longest days in my life. I couldn't sit down and only wished time would move faster so we could party already. As luck would have it, we finally got it on, &lt;a href="http://newsuper.blogspot.com/"&gt;it was off the hook!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i skipped around from the kitchen to the dancefloor, sipping on drink and bumping to tunes. I woke up the next day to find myself not hungover, which was amazing, considering what i had to drink. On sunday, we cleaned up a little and then left for the BART. We made our way to &lt;a href="http://www.hufsf.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huf in SF where i got my &lt;a href="http://secure.projecta.com/hufsf/Detail.bok?no=420"&gt;AF1 insideouts&lt;/a&gt;. After that, the rest of the weekend was pretty much chill. I basically accomplished everything i sought out to do (party/get wasted and buy shoes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im back home in SD stressing over the fact that i have tons of work to do and several quizzes and midterms coming up in the next two weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110904027510625612?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110904027510625612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110904027510625612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110904027510625612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110904027510625612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/02/hmm-let-me-see-you-were-suppose-to.html' title='Hmm, let me see, you were suppose to take a right back there...'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110828246589174993</id><published>2005-02-12T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:14:25.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS GOING TO BE SO DOPE!</title><content type='html'>I finally get a chance to update this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, i really wanted to get new shoes. So on friday, Austin and I checked out several stores in downtown SD. The first store on my list was Blends. Blends was definitely one of the dopest stores ive been in. The store is very simplistic (nothing more than white walls, a wooden floor, and shelves full of rare and unique shoes). The guy working, Edwin, was really helpful and even suggested a dope restaurant to get BLTs. I left the store with two pairs: Nike Terminator Lows in brown/navy, and Nike Dunk High Premiums in Safari style print. Next, Austin and I checked out Re:Up. Definitely a dope place for unique toys and probably a store to get cool gifts and nick-nacks. Our meter still had an hour to go, so we decided to walk around. We eventually made our way to Urban Outfitters where i got my third pair: Vans Slip-ons in PLAID! YES! The dopest shoes in my humble collection. Then we took a drive a little closer to the beach to check out igloo shop. A definte place to get dope and unique t-shirts (i left with two). The guy working was so dope, he gave us two free Re:Up mags and suggested checking out a store called Steady. So we took another drive into little Italy and checked it out. Steady was very nice. Located at the bottom of an apartment complex, the store sold mainly urban/street wear and nice vans.  With these new stores checked out and kept in my memory banks, me and austin headed back to UCSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the boys (Phil, Richie, and Paul) and I were bored, so we took a drive down to Old Town SD to have authentic Mexican food. The night was still young, so we decided to go to Downtown to get some dessert at Ghiradeli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the entire day was dope. Going shopping and checking out cool shops and having good laughs and good food with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, i went the Alpha Delta Pi sorority formal with Sarah at USC. I had a super awesome time. It was defintely a great experience. San Diego doesn't have a frat row or sorority houses, so being in a sorority house for the first time was amazing. The inside was classy and clean, and reminded me so much of the house in legally blonde. Im sure there's a lot of history in that house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for tonight...im chillin with the homies. Im really looking forward to next weekend. Connor and I are driving up to berkeley to party it up with kris, caitlyn and hopefully mel. (Reminder: Make a new To Do List)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS GOING TO BE SO DOPE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110828246589174993?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110828246589174993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110828246589174993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110828246589174993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110828246589174993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-going-to-be-so-dope.html' title='ITS GOING TO BE SO DOPE!'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110680755192088878</id><published>2005-01-26T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:41:22.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'While shaking his head, he denies my high five and points down to his pocket pager. '</title><content type='html'>The 4th week of the quarter is always the hardest. 1st and 2nd week were slow, then all of a sudden 3rd week comes and all your courses kick into overdrive, its freakin insane. Then, 4th week comes along where you must face juggling your courses while studying for midterms. This week, i had my first o-chem midterm. I studied all weekend for it, but i never really immersed myself into the material until around monday. I seriously spent close to 7 hours straight studying in the library. I think it paid off because the test went smoothly on tuesday morning. My only concern is that feeling good after a test is usually followed by little insecurities about your answers, and not to mention the fact that when you finally do get the test back, you are crushed to realize you didn't do so well as you thought. The night before the test is always bad. Paul and i weren't able to sleep well at all. He kept tossing, kicking me the entire night...jk. We woke up that morning before the test and complained that we had a horrible night. Then when you finally take the test, you think you can just relax and not have to worry about the material anymore...wrong bitch! Last night i had the post-test nightmares, dreaming that i got a horrible score and all. I feel worse for paul, who still has two more upper division midterms: structural biochemistry and mammalian physiology...hardcore. So now o chem is out of the way, i now have to worry about physics. I didn't do well on the first quiz, so now i have a lot of pressure to do well on this one, otherwise i wont have a chance for an A. Damn, college is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, lately its been all about school for the most part, and for the rest...thinking about someone else. I wish things weren't so complicated sometimes. I wish a simple phone call could make things all better between me and this other person. But honestly, its so much more than that. I dunno, right now i guess i just have to focus on myself for now and try to get things straight in my mind before i do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Im planning to go home this saturday morning to get a haircut. I really want to do something drastic, so expect me with less hair and more 'spikiness'. Also, i really want to go back up to visit some shops on la brea and melrose. Most of my wardrobe is full of shirts from my more 'clean cut' and 'classy' style from highschool. I really want to change all that, so im definitely going to hit up american rag, stussy, and some other shops on melrose for some new threads. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110680755192088878?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110680755192088878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110680755192088878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110680755192088878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110680755192088878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/01/while-shaking-his-head-he-denies-my.html' title='&apos;While shaking his head, he denies my high five and points down to his pocket pager. &apos;'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110626310444613479</id><published>2005-01-20T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T15:21:22.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Stuff</title><content type='html'>My parents separated at the end of 8th grade. I continued to live my life with my mom, but my dad moved away to Las Vegas. I haven't formally spoken to him or seen him since. Today would be the first time in about 6 years. We've been sending each other emails recently, so we finally decided to meet up and have lunch here in San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It surprized me when i first saw him, because i think i almost forgot what he looked like. The last time i saw him in 8th grade was the only mental picture i had kept in my head all these years. He definitely looks different. I tried my best to be as open as i could, mainly answering his questions, but not asking any of my own. I guess i was afraid i might open some topics that may be too painful to talk about. We basically had a quick lunch at PF Changs and discussed my future career plans. We then talked about my older sister and how she's on her way to becoming a Registered Nurse and all, when the waiter began talking about how he's pursuing his LVN (licensed vocational nurse). When we were finally ready to leave, the waiter passed by and wished me goodluck...i guess he thought i was pursuing my RN. So yeah, the meeting was surprisingly short and painless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we said our goodbyes and departed. My car was parked across the street at the mall, so i basically speed-walked my way back, dropped off the mongolian beef, and decided to walk around the mall. I was heading toward lucky jeans when my phone began to ring. It was my dad. I told him i was at the mall so we met up at Sears, where he gave me some spending money. From there, we said our goodbyes again, and i went home to write this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tough stuff trying to get together with a former loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110626310444613479?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110626310444613479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110626310444613479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110626310444613479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110626310444613479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/01/tough-stuff.html' title='Tough Stuff'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110603350496309307</id><published>2005-01-17T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:31:44.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight up Sketch</title><content type='html'>This past week was a little chill, a little stressful, but most of all, extremely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides studying everyday this week, ive also found a new hobby of helping people get more lost on campus than they were.  I've had three people ask me directions lately, and each time i tensed up and totally directed them elsewhere, mainly because i just want them to get as far away from me as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night, the SD fam and I went to downtown SD and saw a screening of the Ring Two (very thrilling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, Austin and I chilled most of the day, mainly watching tv, kickin back, and talking shit. One thing i noticed about Austin was that he said, "That's Sketch" a lot.  Fortunately, i always responded with, "Straight up," which has recently become my new thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, my SD fam and i couldn't find any decent parties so we "straight up" stayed at my apartment and partied. Getting alcohol was pretty "sketch" but we always seem to find some way to get some. We played a couple rounds of drinking/card games and later called it a night around 1am. Good Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and the SD fam spent saturday night clubbin it up in Tj, Mexico. A very cool night, with lots of interesting developments between Richie and Danielle, and Paul and Danielle. Its basically a love triangle thing. Its pretty sketch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the weekend back at the SCV, chillin and spending some time with my mom, connor and scott. (Not at the same time) Connor, Scott, and I watched the movie, In Good Company (very good)  and later i dropped them off at UCLA  on the way back to SD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the weekend was fun and a perfect way to spend my last weekend of freedom before massive studying for midterms. Straight Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110603350496309307?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110603350496309307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110603350496309307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110603350496309307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110603350496309307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/01/straight-up-sketch.html' title='Straight up Sketch'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110533494931625699</id><published>2005-01-09T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T22:50:37.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first week of school has been surprisingly alright. Fortunately, classes haven't gotten too out of control yet, so I haven't been overwhelmed with too much school work. Although the workload was light, i made sure that i wouldn't get behind, so I went to the library and studied at least 4 hours every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was just amazing. One of the best ones in SD by far. I might have gone over board, so i do apologize to those people that i called for saying things that were out of hand and inappropriate. Dont worry, i payed dearly for drinking that many shots in one sitting the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, i woke up, hungover as hell, and chilled with my apartment boys. Two out of the four of us were crazy hungover, so we all just sat in front of the tv watching the movie Chasing Liberty. After another nap, i eventually recovered and went out with Sid, Richie, Isida, and Danielle and watched a sneak preview of Coach Carter. Afterwards, we had dinner at Mimi's Cafe and later hung out at Isida's, just talking and chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made today my all-study day. I woke up around 9:30, hopped in the shower, got dressed and left for the library by 11:00 and didn't leave till around 3:30. I went to the gym for about an hour, and came back to work on my physics lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110533494931625699?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110533494931625699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110533494931625699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110533494931625699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110533494931625699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-week-of-school-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110478188525425425</id><published>2005-01-03T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T11:51:25.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so you may or may not have noticed, that this blog has ultimately become an outlet for much rage and frustration. Yes that is true. I guess i find writing in this blog is only necessary when i really have something crazy on my mind. So yes, that is my explanation for large gaps in updating the blog and nelgecting to fill in the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, im back in SD and i hate it. I really did not want to come back. I just hate the thought of going back into the whole class/study/taking tests routine all over again. But on the up side, i am excited to hopefully check some dope clothing stores once kris gives me their addresses. Once i save all my pennies, im for sure hitting up the shops. So that is all for now; dreading the school working, yet looking forward to checking out the shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110478188525425425?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110478188525425425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110478188525425425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110478188525425425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110478188525425425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok-so-you-may-or-may-not-have-noticed.html' title=''/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110326180439545191</id><published>2004-12-16T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T21:36:44.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck! Its so hard to fall asleep. Im so frustrated.  I would assume that only getting two hours of sleep the night before would help to put me to sleep tonight, but its not. I just hope i dont go crazy and start hallucinating from sleep deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110326180439545191?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110326180439545191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110326180439545191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110326180439545191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110326180439545191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/12/fuck-its-so-hard-to-fall-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110324768416839737</id><published>2004-12-16T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T17:41:24.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration...i feel better now</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHH! FUCK THIS SHIT! I HATE FEELING THIS WAY! IM FUCKING LOSING MY MIND! ITS LIKE A FUCKING SPLINTER IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD! FUCKING GO AWAY! AHHHHHHHHH! FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110324768416839737?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110324768416839737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110324768416839737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110324768416839737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110324768416839737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/12/frustrationi-feel-better-now.html' title='Frustration...i feel better now'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110320704246044414</id><published>2004-12-16T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T06:24:02.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh God Oh God, please help me! I cant sleep and i cant think. Im such a mess right now. The pain is so unbearable. Please, just take it away. I want to be well again. I want to be myself again. Oh please help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110320704246044414?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110320704246044414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110320704246044414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110320704246044414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110320704246044414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-god-oh-god-please-help-me-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110319791040710706</id><published>2004-12-16T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T03:54:47.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother fucker shit bitch asshole fuck fuck shit!</title><content type='html'>Everything is so fucked up right now i cant even think. My mind is racing so fucking fast. Was it me? Was it me that let her get away? Maybe i didn't pay enough attention to her. Maybe i didn't give her enough affection. But now i lost her forever. Ive never felt such pain in my life. This is the worst feeling that i have ever felt. So what happens now? Im not sure the extent to which this will affect me. Why! Why! Why are things so fucked up. I cant say i hate my life, because i know i should be thankful for so many things. But right now, all i feel is hate and anger. I dont hate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her, &lt;/span&gt;mainly i hate how things unfolded in this stage of my life. I hate how things had to turn out. Im angry because i could have prevented it. Everything was in my power, yet i did nothing. All i want right now are my best friends to comfort me and tell me everything is going to be fine. I want them to tell me every fucking lie just to make me feel better. I want them to give me examples about their life and about other people's lives, and try to give me the upside to everything. Yeah, i want all that bullshit. Bullshit...yup, just like relationships, thats all they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110319791040710706?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110319791040710706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110319791040710706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110319791040710706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110319791040710706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/12/mother-fucker-shit-bitch-asshole-fuck.html' title='Mother fucker shit bitch asshole fuck fuck shit!'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110310525761483230</id><published>2004-12-15T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T02:07:37.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hate change. But most of all i really hate regret.  Lately, ive found myself regretting a lot. Usually about how things are, and how the situation is. Not many people read this blog, maybe only connor and Lan. So you guys know why im feeling this way. I know connor can relate. Pretty soon we're not going to call SCV our residence, but more like where our parent's reside. Eventually, we'll get internships and small jobs, leading toward bigger jobs, and ultimately grad school. Things are changing too quickly and we're "growing up" all too fast. Even as i write this, i realize that this winter break and the summer of '04 might be the last times spent here for more than a weekend. Well i guess that's how things go. &lt;br /&gt;For too long, i took my relationship with Lan for granted. Now, the only thing that goes through my mind is regret and thoughts for the future. Im sure Lan and I will have a friendship, but nothing close to what we had before. She'll be moving away, which is probably for the best, i suppose, not that i want her to move. Maybe that way it'll be easier to move on. But is it that clear and dry? We break up and that's it, everything changes. But why? Why can't i have the same friend to talk to, without being in a bf/gf relationship. Im sure that's possible. Maybe im being naive and in fact people can't be friends after a relationship. Sometimes i think to myself maybe i let myself become too vulnerable. I gave up my defenses too easily. Perhaps, Im not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Many times, I find myself starting at 9th grade, and trace my path all the way to the present. Usually the good times come back to me like breakdancing in 9th grade, disneyland trips and making movies in 10th grade, establishing the big 6 and pictionary in 11th grade,  Lan in 12th grade and finally rediscovering and reinventing myself in college. Good times. Good times that definitely outweighed the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110310525761483230?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110310525761483230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110310525761483230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110310525761483230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110310525761483230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-really-hate-change.html' title=''/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110309034980953936</id><published>2004-12-14T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:59:09.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other night some friends and I went to watch Blade Trinity. It wasn't the greatest movie, but Jessia Beil was somewhat hot. The best thing that the movie had to offer was a funny line that was said during the last 10 minutes of the movie:&lt;br /&gt;    Dracula: "Are you ready to die Blade?"&lt;br /&gt;    Blade: "Motherfucker I was born ready!"&lt;br /&gt;    Dracula: &lt;chuckles&gt; "Motherfucker... I like that"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;fight&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest line ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110309034980953936?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110309034980953936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110309034980953936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110309034980953936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110309034980953936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/12/other-night-some-friends-and-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110197701221696296</id><published>2004-12-02T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T00:43:32.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random Song List:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better by Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;Boys dont cry by The Cure&lt;br /&gt;Lovesong Cover by 311&lt;br /&gt;Runaway by Mae&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it by The Killers&lt;br /&gt;Amber by 311&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of you by The Cure&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Vessels by Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;All deliberate speed by Mae&lt;br /&gt;If she wants me by Belle and Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;Dont push love away by Juliana Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110197701221696296?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110197701221696296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110197701221696296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110197701221696296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110197701221696296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/12/random-song-list-nothing-better-by.html' title=''/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-110184487128684996</id><published>2004-11-30T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T12:01:11.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;If I thought that it would change your mind&lt;br /&gt;But I know that this time&lt;br /&gt;I've said too much&lt;br /&gt;Been too unkind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to laugh about it&lt;br /&gt;Cover it all up with lies&lt;br /&gt;I try and&lt;br /&gt;Laugh about it&lt;br /&gt;Hiding the tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;'cause boys don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would break down at your feet&lt;br /&gt;And beg forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Plead with you&lt;br /&gt;But I know that&lt;br /&gt;It's too late&lt;br /&gt;And now there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to laugh about it&lt;br /&gt;Cover it all up with lies&lt;br /&gt;I try to&lt;br /&gt;laugh about it&lt;br /&gt;Hiding the tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;'cause boys don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you&lt;br /&gt;That i loved you&lt;br /&gt;If i thought that you would stay&lt;br /&gt;But i know that it's no use&lt;br /&gt;That you've already&lt;br /&gt;Gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misjudged your limits&lt;br /&gt;Pushed you too far&lt;br /&gt;Took you for granted&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you needed me more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I would do most anything&lt;br /&gt;To get you back by my side&lt;br /&gt;But I just&lt;br /&gt;Keep on laughing&lt;br /&gt;Hiding the tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;'cause boy don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry&lt;br /&gt;         -The Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-110184487128684996?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110184487128684996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=110184487128684996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110184487128684996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/110184487128684996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-would-say-im-sorry-if-i-thought-that.html' title=''/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-109652269722306398</id><published>2004-09-29T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T22:38:17.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study</title><content type='html'>STUDY STUDY STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I do, and its only the first week. So far, chem lab and o-chem have taken up most of my time. If im lucky, i'll get through this quarter alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-109652269722306398?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109652269722306398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=109652269722306398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109652269722306398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109652269722306398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/study.html' title='Study'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-109503835412832000</id><published>2004-09-12T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T18:31:39.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Macadangdang</title><content type='html'>On thursday, i spent the majority of the day hanging out with the UCLA kids; that is i hung out with connor, scott, mitch, stephen, jason, jenny, laura, vena from pasadena, lisa, and rob (not from UCLA). So around 12ish, connor, scott, mitch, jason, jenny, laura, vena from pasadena, and i went to lunch at the elephant bar. Lunch was good, until i said a racist chinese comment in front of Laura. I guess i just have to learn to keep my racism to myself. Afterwards, stephen, lisa, and rob joined us for a couple rounds of bowling. Usually i bowl a pretty good game, but for some reason i was so off. Mitch on the other hand was freaking amazing. So the rest of the night, we chilled, had some pizza, and chilled some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday night i went to my cousins' house in sylmar to celebrate my uncle's birthday. The whole night, my cousins (Ron and Rex Macadangdang) watched videos on ebaumsworld.com. The videos were hilarious at first, but gradually became very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact: The Macadangdang's house was our house when we lived in Sylmar. Wanting a better life for my sister and me, my mom decided to move to the SCV and sold the house to my uncle at a very reasonable price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple of days, ive been packing little by little to get ready to move back to SD. After packing up all my clothes, i realized that i have a ridiculous amount of pants, especially jeans. Make sure you check out scott miyako's blog, its HIGH-larious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-109503835412832000?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109503835412832000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=109503835412832000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109503835412832000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109503835412832000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/macadangdang.html' title='Macadangdang'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-109468737568651680</id><published>2004-09-08T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:49:35.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1% milk</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, only one pair of shoes sold on Ebay. In the end, I got 142 dollars for them. But then i had to buy bubble wrap and pay for shipping and handling, so i really got 128. Although i only sold one pair, im pretty happy. In effect, the money i got from selling the shoes reimbursed me after buying two pairs of lucky brand jeans (i know im crazy). In addition, i finally got to watch Napoleon Dynamite and Garden State. Although Napoleon Dynamite didn't have a real plot, it was hilarious. After watching it, Connor and I walked out with funny quotes such as "Your mom goes to college," which is something i might have said two years ago.  My personal favorite is, "I see your drinking 1% milk, is that because you think your fat? Because you're not, you can drink whole milk if you want." Garden State is definitely a mustsee. One of the best things about the movie is the soundtrack. Each song fit in so well and really added a great effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-109468737568651680?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109468737568651680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=109468737568651680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109468737568651680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109468737568651680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/1-milk.html' title='1% milk'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-109428177275067576</id><published>2004-09-04T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T00:09:32.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real World?</title><content type='html'>While I watch this show on Mtv introducing the new cast of the Real World, several main characteristics come to mind about picking a cast:&lt;br /&gt; 1) Attractive people with good bodies&lt;br /&gt; 2) A Meathead or jock&lt;br /&gt; 3)  A Whore&lt;br /&gt; 4) An outcast&lt;br /&gt; 5) A homosexual&lt;br /&gt; 6) A female who speaks her mind which ultimately translates her true hatred for men&lt;br /&gt; 7) A guy or girl who can calm down any fight or crisis&lt;br /&gt; 8) Plenty of drinking&lt;br /&gt; 9) Plenty of hookups&lt;br /&gt; 10) Absolutely no one with a career or currently in grad school&lt;br /&gt; 11) Lots of crying and yelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-109428177275067576?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109428177275067576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=109428177275067576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109428177275067576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109428177275067576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/real-world.html' title='Real World?'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-109428077775934125</id><published>2004-09-03T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T23:55:20.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you do these for 85 shipped to Florida?</title><content type='html'>Today, i became an official seller on Ebay. I finally posted three pairs of Air Jordans to be sold. When i got home from scott's today, i already had a question about one of the pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear pDap01,&lt;br /&gt;   Can you do these for 85 shipped to Florida?&lt;br /&gt;                                 Thank you, Roxystar4&lt;br /&gt;In response to her question, i answered that i could only change the starting bid to 75 which would translate into 85 overall. So yes i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can gain more bidders on my other pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-109428077775934125?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109428077775934125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=109428077775934125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109428077775934125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109428077775934125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/can-you-do-these-for-85-shipped-to.html' title='Can you do these for 85 shipped to Florida?'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-109419124492517372</id><published>2004-09-02T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T23:00:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday :  I finally decided to close my savings account at BOA and to open a checkings account at WaMu (Washington Mutual).  After receiving an envelope which contained the small amount of money that i actually had in my name, i hurried straight to WaMu to open my new checkings account. Overall, the whole process took no longer than 20 minutes. So later that day, i went to Hollywood Video and rented the Royal Tenenbaums and the Girl Next Door, which i later watched at Lan's house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: That morning, Lan and I took a trip to Melrose. We first made our way to Workmens, where i made my first purchase : A grey checkered  golfer's cap (quite the find, really). We then made our way to Urban Outfitters where i made my second purchase : A brown collared shirt with birds flying horizontally. After visting countless other stores, i could tell Lan was growing tired and irritated, so we packed up our bags and headed for the SCV. Once there, we decided to get tickets to Collateral, with that new young black actor, Jamie Foxx. The showing wasn't for a couple of hours, so we decided to check out Borders. There, Lan and i purchased some cds. I got the soundtrack to Eternal Sunshine and she got some other cds that i wasn't too interested in. So later that night, we watched Collateral which was awesome. From there, we went back to my place and chilled. After bringing Lan home, Connor came over to watch the Royal Tenebaums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: At 9:55, i picked up Connor from his house and drove to Steve's house to help him pack. I finally got to meet Steve and a lot of other white people there. So after about 40 minutes  of lifting things onto trucks, Connor and I headed toward Melrose (my second time this week). There, we carried two trash bags filled with old clothes that i was hoping to sell at this store called the Wasteland or something. So after about an hour of waiting on a black leather couch, we brought our trash bags onto the counter (which later made sense, because the guy who looked like a weird combination of Shawn Wayans, Denzel Washington, and Lenny Kravitz probably thought the clothes i brought were trashy). After he got through looking at my clothes he gave me, what felt like a lecture. He said that i had too many gap and old navy clothes which im assuming isn't hip enough for that store. But luckily, i did manage to sell some articles of clothing and left there 60 dollars and 90 cents richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: I finished painting the things in my room that needed to be painted white. Then i dropped some things at the Goodwill, which i wish would buy things from you instead. Then i went grocery shopping with Lan and hung out with her the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-109419124492517372?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109419124492517372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=109419124492517372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109419124492517372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109419124492517372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/09/monday-i-finally-decided-to-close-my.html' title=''/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-109385559013946795</id><published>2004-08-30T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T02:27:36.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Improvement</title><content type='html'>This morning, Connor and I went on our paper route. Nothing is better than hurling a nice fat wad of inked paper at cars and driveways. I then woke up around 12ish, and decided to finished off my room improvement. I washed my windows and cleaned up my clothes. I then put some junk in the attic, which by the way, was rediculously hot. By the time i got back down, i was drenched in my own sweat (it was crazy). So later, Lan and I went to in-n-out for dinner. We then went back to her house and chilled. When i got back home, my mom made me help her with her paperwork which kept us up. As a whole, my day was pretty chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-109385559013946795?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109385559013946795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=109385559013946795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109385559013946795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109385559013946795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/08/room-improvement.html' title='Room Improvement'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-109376122029806363</id><published>2004-08-28T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T23:33:40.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Boy is BACK</title><content type='html'>Yes, due to popular demand, my blog is back in action. A lot has happened since my last update. Among other things, I finished summer school, went to Europe, painted my room, and helped deliver newspapers (for fun). Other than that, I've just been chillin and trying to keep busy. On a different note, i am planning on selling some of my Air Jordans on Ebay.  By selling these shoes, hopefully i can make some money to go shopping before i go back to school. I really wish i was in the mood to describe what i've done so far in greater depth, but i'm really lazy. Just stay tuned in and get ready for more exciting aspects of my life. late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-109376122029806363?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/109376122029806363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=109376122029806363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109376122029806363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/109376122029806363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/08/yo-boy-is-back.html' title='Yo Boy is BACK'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-108906998626147543</id><published>2004-07-05T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T16:26:26.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressin over nothin</title><content type='html'>Damn it! Freakin summer school, i hate it! For the first time in my life, i can do a half ass piss job in this class, yet for some odd reason, im still going out of my way and doing everything as if this class meant the world. In addition, i constantly find myself stressing and thinking about this shit when i should be chilling and enjoying summer. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i forgot to mention that spiderman 2 is the shit digity dope yo. Definitely one of the best summer movies ever. I suggest you go watch that shit, then rant and rave about how awesome it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-108906998626147543?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/108906998626147543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=108906998626147543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108906998626147543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108906998626147543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/07/stressin-over-nothin_108906998626147543.html' title='Stressin over nothin'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-108901721201206237</id><published>2004-07-05T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T01:46:52.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chill Out</title><content type='html'>I definitely had some fun this weekend. Although not much went down, i was able to chill and hang out with some of my best friends. On Saturday, i hung out with Byron, one of my best friends since 5th grade. We chilled, played some video games, watched some movies, and just hung out. On the 4th of July, i went to the SCV parade with Scott and Connor. Definitely not the best parade, but hanging out with those guys made it worthwhile. After hitting up Tommies and watching someone step on horse shit, we finally decided we had enough of that lame parade and headed to Scott's. The rest of the day was quite relaxing. We mostly watched tv, switching between the Twilight Zone marathon and various movies. Afterwards, Caitlyn came over, got a bite to eat, watched some fireworks, and finished off the night with the movie, the Secret Window. Overall, a very satisfying 4th of July, and as a whole, a chill weekend. Unfortunately, i now have to go back to all the work i was putting off and start studying again for my classes. Peace. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-108901721201206237?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/108901721201206237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=108901721201206237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108901721201206237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108901721201206237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/07/chill-out.html' title='A Chill Out'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-108866796864798903</id><published>2004-07-01T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T00:46:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>Damn, i wish i wasn't so busy during the week. All i really want to do is just chill and go out with friends everyday. That would be so awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, ive been thinking about writing to my dad. I really need to start communicating with him again. Even if its just a letter, i just feel so weird about confrontation. I just need to start talking to him again, after all, he is my dad. I also know that if i start talking to him again, there's going to be that awkwardness to it. I wont know how to act or what to talk about. And i know the money issue is going to come up some time. You see, my dad hasn't been too faithful in giving child support. And if i start talking to him again, i really need him to start helping me out financially. The thing is, i dont want to come across like i only want his money. Its been about 3 years since i last wrote him, and now, when i start talking to him again, it might seem im just asking for money. But the truth is, i was really mad at him in those last 3 years. I felt maybe taking a break from him might get my mind straight. I just feel weird if its going to be about money. I guess there's a little pride issue there, i dunno. It almost seems like crawling back to him or something. But one thing is for sure, whether its about money or not, i need to rekindle this relationship i once had with my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-108866796864798903?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/108866796864798903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=108866796864798903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108866796864798903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108866796864798903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/07/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-108855855453329448</id><published>2004-06-29T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T18:22:34.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J. DAVID yo</title><content type='html'>Damn, i really wish i was more disciplined to update this more often. Well anyways, ill try my best to jog my memory and fill you in to what has happened in the last couple of weeks. My American Lit class started last week. Its not bad, just a lot of reading. The class itself is definitely diverse. We got people of all ages and ethnicities. So far, summer school has kept me busy and my brain stimulated. Over the weekend, i had to write an essay for my lit class and another essay for my history class. When im not writing, im either memorizing European history or reading. I cant complain, after all, all i have to do is pass the class. There was this funny thing that happen in my lit class though, this black guy was asking what the term "niggerheads" meant in this story that we read. Our teacher explained it was an expression for a dark colored brush against the snow, so it looks like "niggereheads." Anyways, this girl then began talking and said she could explain the reasoning behind it all. She said, "it was because the brush was tangled and curly and resembled the hair of blacks or African Americans or whatever you want to be called to be politically correct." The black guy then interrupted and said, "actually i prefer to be called negro." The whole class laughed and we had a great time. It was funny, believe me, you had to be there. So yeah that's my class, its pretty fun and goes by pretty fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing happened that was quite funny about a week ago. After my lit class i went to scott's house for a bit to hang out. When i finally got home, i noticed my mom's light was still on and her door was open. So i assumed she might be awake. I walked inside and she was asleep. So i walked next to her and gently touched her arm and told her i was home. As soon as i touched her she jumped up and started screaming. It was quite crazy, believe me, you had to be there. After about a minute of this crazyness, she came to her senses and realized it was me. It was funny, we all laugh about that now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend i came back from SD, i began unpacking everything. Among those things were my many clothes. I realized that i had to reorganize my closet if i wanted some free space. So that day, i began taking shit out, removing any shirts, sweaters, or pants that i didn't wear. So im doing this and i realize i had about 8 shirts that i never wore because they were too big. I didn't know whether to get rid of them or keep them, after all, they were really nice shirts. But anyways, i was still wondering what to do with them, maybe i could get them tailored to be more fitted. So yesterday, i brought a shirt to J.DAVID's tailorshop on the old road. Today i got my shirt back, and man, it looks dope yo! J.DAVID, you solved my problem, thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, over the weekend some friends and i went to club cafe in LA. It was really chill, not to mention it had pretty cool music. I had a lot of fun, and chilling with my friends was definitely an awesome thing. So yeah, that's all the major things that happened in my life since summer started. Not too interesting, i know. But yeah, stay tuned for more of my adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-108855855453329448?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/108855855453329448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=108855855453329448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108855855453329448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108855855453329448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/06/j-david-yo.html' title='J. DAVID yo'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-108719875966687523</id><published>2004-06-14T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T00:39:19.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>Since my last entry, ive been extremely busy finishing up my last quarter of school and stuyding for finals. So basically this last week was mainly spent studying, stressing, complaining and testing. My math final was fun, humanities was fair, and chemistry was just horrible. But no matter how bad i did on my finals, i just tell myself that its over and its all in the past, so then i say, "fuck it" and i smile. On friday i boxed up my entire dorm room and chilled most of the day with my suitemates. So basically, a lot of that day was just sitting back and thinking about the whole year. I would say it was a great first year. I wouldn't change a thing. Sure, it had its ups and downs, but thats what makes it a part of life. And though i went home so many times throughout the year, i couldn't help but feel somewhat saddened when i finally left. I just couldn't believe how fast the year went by. I could still picture the very day i moved in. So yeah, now im back home. A lot of things have changed of course. Me included. So im back home, chillin and living it up. All i plan to do is just kick back, hang out with friends, work out, and take some COC courses. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-108719875966687523?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/108719875966687523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=108719875966687523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108719875966687523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108719875966687523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/06/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-108602939521649667</id><published>2004-05-31T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T11:49:55.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>This has been one of the best weekends ever. On friday, i had a great time partying it up with friends in TJ. The weekend just got better the next day when my friends from back home came down to visit me. It was so awesome. We strolled around downtown la jolla, had some lunch, and finished off the day watching the sun set at the cliffs. Hanging out with them all day just made me miss home so much. So i spontaneously decided to go home with them. And im glad i did, i think needed a break from sd and some time with my family and friends. So yesterday, me and friends went to melrose and shopped for bit. Then i came back home and chilled with my mom and my sister. Being home was pretty relaxing, except it made me remember how terribly hot it gets. So later that night i hung out with another good friend, and her friends and watched Troy. Overall, my weekend was really fulfilling. It was a great way to just relax and let some steam out before i study like crazy for finals. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-108602939521649667?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/108602939521649667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=108602939521649667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108602939521649667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108602939521649667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/05/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-108573240936546750</id><published>2004-05-28T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T01:20:09.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont really have anything to say, except what i did today:&lt;br /&gt; 1) Woke up and got out of bed&lt;br /&gt; 2) Got a breakfast burrito&lt;br /&gt; 3) worked out&lt;br /&gt; 4) Ate lunch&lt;br /&gt; 5) Wrote my humanities paper&lt;br /&gt; 6) Ate dinner&lt;br /&gt; 7) Revised and finished my paper&lt;br /&gt; 8) Spoke to one of my best friends on the phone&lt;br /&gt; 9) Chilled and wrote a blog&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, everything has been going great. Its definitely a drastic change from my earlier blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-108573240936546750?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/108573240936546750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=108573240936546750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108573240936546750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108573240936546750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-dont-really-have-anything-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-108564102631119916</id><published>2004-05-26T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T23:57:06.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Wow, i dont know, but today ive just been feeling pretty good. So far, i feel like i can survive anything. I even blew away my hum paper, getting 4 pages written out. So yeah im feeling really optimistic for the future. Right now, i really have my mind set on going to summer school, getting some reading done, working out, and going traveling. Hopefully everything will work out for the best, and i know it will. I have about two more weeks to go before my summer can officially begin. Til, then, i guess im just going to chill and enjoy my time here in SAN DIEGO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-108564102631119916?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/108564102631119916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=108564102631119916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108564102631119916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108564102631119916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/05/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-108546537053073417</id><published>2004-05-24T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T23:09:30.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see it all </title><content type='html'>The other night i had a long conversation with one my good friends here at SD. He knew more than anyone what ive been growing through for the past week. And he brought something to my attention that never occured to me. He described how after he ended his relationship with his gf, he began seeing the little things that built up and ultimately led to the breakup. After thinking about what he said, i now realize it, and now i see it all. I now look back and see all the little things that i guess i somehow ignored out of denial. I look back, and all i feel is regret. I regret i was too busy to talk to my gf, i regret i didn't spend enough time with her, i regret that i was too selfish and insensitive, and most of all, i regreat being so rash to break up with her, without thinking about its consequences. But i guess thats life. Everything seems so different lately. Today, i even opened a book, and i thought to myself that the last time i read this, i was still with my gf. The thought of that drastic change sounded so crazy to me. Even when i talk to her now, it doesnt feel the same. The special connection we used to have isnt there anymore, and im afraid it never will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-108546537053073417?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/108546537053073417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=108546537053073417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108546537053073417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108546537053073417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-see-it-all.html' title='I see it all '/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-108538429695908127</id><published>2004-05-24T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T00:38:16.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting through it</title><content type='html'>Another day, hopefully a better night. Im gradually getting through it all. My ex and I talked this morning and got a lot of feelings off of our chest. And basically i guess i was just angry and upset in my last entry. I realized how much she meant to me. And how much it hurt inside to be without her. I had a lot of talks today, one with her, one with my my mom, one with my older sister, and one with a great suitemate. And right now, i feel much better, yet im still worried about my future with my ex. Fortunately, i know in the end, ill get through it all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-108538429695908127?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/108538429695908127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=108538429695908127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108538429695908127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108538429695908127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/05/getting-through-it.html' title='Getting through it'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7083717.post-108531143343096608</id><published>2004-05-23T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T04:23:53.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Nights</title><content type='html'>Im a little new at this blog thing, so bear with me now if i dont sound very articulate. I just feel this is the best way to get my feelings out. Recently, my 18th month relationship with my gf ended. Ever since then, ive been miserable. All i feel is anger, lonliness, and confusion. And so for the past week, ive survived my days through the incredible support of my local friends here in SD and my friends from back home. At night, in bed, im all alone with my thoughts, thinking, wondering about my future, hoping the next day will be easier. All this drama bullshit is quite ironic i think. I always thought i would be the one to break up with my gf. I always believed, that while i could withstand a break up, i always worried about the effects that it would have on my gf. Unfortunately, now im here, late at night, (or early in the fuckin morning) writing this god damn blog to help myself feel better. Im the one miserable while she goes out and parties, fulfilling her "unexclusive relationship" (bullshit). But basically, i always knew that my gf would go back to her old ways. Her immature, selfish, looking for attention and short term ways of having happiness and pleasure. I really thought that maybe our 18th month relationship might have changed her in some way. But who knows, maybe its her rationale that now shes had a long term relationship, its finally time to go out and have some fun in college (bullshit). Afterall, i was able to hold on to this relationship for fuckin two quarters and two months of my first god damn year of college. The thing that upsets me is that it was so close to summer. I had 3 weeks, 3 weeks to go. But i have to admit, my relationship with her was going a little downhill, but i was counting on summer to make it all up to her. But i guess it wont be like that anymore. And so, here i write, and of course those reading will know me as my ex's bitter boyfriend who will always stay in the mind of those who knew us best. But i dont fuckin care. All i want is to have my hard nights to go away. And if writing this shit, getting it all down on paper helps me, so be it. Lastly, I just want to add something that occured to me: once the love shifts, all you see is the other person's flaws, and you finally get to see that person for what he/she really is. Stank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7083717-108531143343096608?l=patslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/feeds/108531143343096608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7083717&amp;postID=108531143343096608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108531143343096608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7083717/posts/default/108531143343096608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patslife.blogspot.com/2004/05/hard-nights.html' title='Hard Nights'/><author><name>TheInvizibleBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253116527156672325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
