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  <title>What the hell does this do?</title>
  <subtitle>Kurtis</subtitle>
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    <name>Kurtis</name>
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  <updated>2008-11-23T07:18:49Z</updated>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2008-11-23T01:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-23T07:18:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-23T07:18:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I currently sit by myself at almost 2am on a Saturday night/Sunday morning in my room with a Miller Lite, an almost empty bottle of Bacardi left over from a party from a month ago, some Ginger Ale, a shot glass and one and a half slices of barbecue chicken/onions pizza from Christian's on my bed. Is this really what my life has come to? Although I must say I'm oddly comfortable with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't have any expectations for today. Our last UVa pregame show was this morning, so I was up at 8am for that. Got home around 4(after watching a terrible football game in the freezing cold), watched a little bit of Hostel 2(because I felt like it), took a nap for about 2 hours, woke up, and finished the movie. It kind of sucks waking up from a nap and finding it dark outside. I was flipping channels and noticed Great Expectations was on, which is like my favorite mushy movie, which might not have a been a good idea at the time, but I kept it on in the background while I was doing stuff on the internet, showering, etc. Went over to Steve's, drank a few beers and watched some TV, stopped by Christian's and came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the Eagles/Ravens game should be on TV, so I guess I'll watch that travesty, then probably head to B-Dubs for the Giants game with Steve. Then I'll probably come home and have an internal debate over the opposite sex with myself, during which I'll go a little bit more crazy, but it's all good. (on a side note, I just got really sad when I realized I'm down to just 1 slice of pizza). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my friends from back home would come to visit me. I'm going to be moving soon, and if they don't come 3 hours to Virginia I don't think the chances of them going to the west coast would be too good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've gotten a bottle of Jager.</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2008-11-23T01:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-23T06:50:53Z</published>
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    <content type="html">When I drink by myself (or with my roommate) at home, I end up playing with the magnetic poetry on the fridge.(only a limited choice of words, keep in mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these ones came out pretty damn good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday lingers like a ghost&lt;br /&gt;only devouring the present&lt;br /&gt;remember to inhale&lt;br /&gt;open our sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;and embrace how her magic laugh&lt;br /&gt;can melt the ice on a porcelain star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it those who bleed and are broken&lt;br /&gt;will then heal&lt;br /&gt;but with a heart of concrete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this one started by Nicholas, finished by me)&lt;br /&gt;I wake above you&lt;br /&gt;cut the sky open&lt;br /&gt;longing for a home&lt;br /&gt;I fly too late&lt;br /&gt;for when she's in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;I sit in a blind hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, I also do many other amazing things when I am drunk, thank you.</content>
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    <title>CZ</title>
    <published>2008-08-05T05:21:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-05T05:21:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lydia - 'this is twice now'</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I usually think these tests are retarded and are so vague that of course you're going to be like "Wow, this is SO me!", but this one pretty much just nailed me, so I thought I'd share. There's 9 different possibilities and apparently I'm a "Perfectionist". I don't 100% agree with the 'what i like about being a one', but I especially love the 'how to get along with me' and 'what's hard about being a one' parts. I want to put them on a shirt so I can wear it everyday and maybe people could understand more where I'm coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectionists are realistic, conscientious, and principled. They strive to live up to their high ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Get Along with Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Take your share of the responsibility so I don't end up with all the work.&lt;br /&gt;    * Acknowledge my achievements.&lt;br /&gt;    * I'm hard on myself. Reassure me that I'm fine the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;    * Tell me that you value my advice.&lt;br /&gt;    * Be fair and considerate, as I am.&lt;br /&gt;    * Apologize if you have been unthoughtful. It will help me to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;    * Gently encourage me to lighten up and to laugh at myself when I get uptight, but hear my worries first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Like About Being a ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * being self-disciplined and able to accomplish a great deal&lt;br /&gt;    * working hard to make the world a better place&lt;br /&gt;    * having high standards and ethics; not compromising myself&lt;br /&gt;    * being reasonable, responsible, and dedicated in everything I do&lt;br /&gt;    * being able to put facts together, coming to good understandings, and figuring out wise solutions&lt;br /&gt;    * being the best I can be and bringing out the best in other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Hard About Being a ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * being disappointed with myself or others when my expectations are not met&lt;br /&gt;    * feeling burdened by too much responsibility&lt;br /&gt;    * thinking that what I do is never good enough&lt;br /&gt;    * not being appreciated for what I do for people&lt;br /&gt;    * being upset because others aren't trying as hard as I am&lt;br /&gt;    * obsessing about what I did or what I should do&lt;br /&gt;    * being tense, anxious, and taking things too seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL YES!</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2008-08-04T03:41:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-04T08:05:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-04T08:05:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've read one whole book in the past 5-6 years at the least. Today I read for at least over an hour. Watchmen. I had to go buy it after seeing the trailer for the movie that comes out next year. This will be the first time I can say "I read the book" before seeing the movie. Alright, it's more like a big comic book, but it still counts. &lt;br /&gt; Reading just makes me feel better about myself for some reason. Maybe I just relate it to being more intelligent or something. Anyways, I needed to make myself feel better about myself after being drunkenly retarded last night. I hate these days when parts of the night are blurry but then the little parts you remember, the more you don't want to remember. It just sucks when you have to debate with yourself whether people thought you were funny or if you should apologize. Of course nobody else probably cares, but it's still embarrassing. I'll be over it tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Dateline. They called this guy 'The Santa Strangler' which I felt was a very misleading moniker, as he raped and killed 4 women. No Santa Clauses were harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football preseason has officially begun. I can't find the Eagles jersey I want to buy online. And the custom ones are $20 more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have joined the majority of the workforce in hating Mondays. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google "[Your name] is." Pick your 10 favorites and share them with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kurtis is a very talented kid, and he is maturing very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kurtis is a composer disguised as a poet posing as a photographer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kurtis is a PRO CRIMINAL soft on crime LIBERAL...&lt;br /&gt;4. Kurtis is an absolute professional from top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kurtis is very excited to be the only kitchen and bath dealer in Michigan carrying their entry-level Home Concepts line.&lt;br /&gt;6. Kurtis is graphic in his descriptions of the victims.&lt;br /&gt;7. Kurtis is good but needs some lovin.&lt;br /&gt;8. Kurtis is back to charm Lara, but who's this other guy?&lt;br /&gt;9. Kurtis is a legend to even the greats.&lt;br /&gt;10. Kurtis is good-humored, unpretentious and beyond sexy.</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2008-05-15T05:43:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-15T10:06:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-15T10:06:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Matthew Ryan</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was going to update this the other night because I thought of alot of things to write, but now I can't really remember what I was going to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost like 10 lbs. since I started weighing myself at the gym. That's good, but I'm not totally understanding how. Muscle's supposed to weigh more than fat and I've definitely been doing more lifting than any cardio. But my body fat % has dropped too, so I guess it's all good. Expresso bikes are awesome. If only they'd add some stuff to them, like being able to punch other bikers and knock them off cliffs, then I'd be in shape in no time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course along with the gym has come regular karaoke/drinking sessions at Baja on Tuesdays AND Thursdays. So the cheap pitchers don't really help my health cause. But it's fun, so I won't think about that anymore. And I'm happy I've finally found a favorite bar in Charlottesville. And I've seen some of the best karaoke performances EVER... no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UVa graduation is this weekend, so that will clear out alot of the C'ville population.. pretty pumped about that. Mainly cause I can find a place to park on the corner and go to Qdoba for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading back to PA this weekend, so that's pretty cool. It's been since Christmas, so I'm about due. Then it's 5 weeks til... DEWEY BEACH! yes, that's right.. THE Dewey Beach bitches. We're still shorthanded at work, so I kind of feel bad for going away for a week, but c'mon, I can't miss out on this one. And then I remind myself work's stupid, but then I also remind myself that I don't want to be like everyone else complaining about their job and it's really not bad. Then I tell myself to stop thinking so much and just go get shit faced. I'm down with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, bed and stuff...</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2008-04-15T02:49:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-15T06:49:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-15T06:50:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:155px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Neuroticism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(255,0,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(150,0,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(255,100,100); width:39%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;39&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,0,255); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,0,150); border-top:1px solid rgb(100,100,255); width:48%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;48&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(0,90,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Openness to Experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(0,128,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(0,90,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(0,90,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(85,159,85); width:76%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;76&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(144,115,0);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Agreeableness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(251,212,0); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(144,115,0); border-right:1px solid rgb(144,115,0); border-top:1px solid rgb(255,241,170); width:84%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;84&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:145px; padding-right:5px; text-align:right; border-right:1px solid rgb(80,0,80);"&gt;&lt;div style="white-space:nowrap; overflow:hidden; font-size:12px;"&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left; height:18px; text-align:right; background-color:rgb(128,0,128); border-bottom:1px solid rgb(80,0,80); border-right:1px solid rgb(80,0,80); border-top:1px solid rgb(149,99,151); width:94%; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right; color:white; padding-right:2px; margin-top:2px; font-size:10px;"&gt;94&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; height:15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are poised, confident, and clear-thinking when stressed, however you feel strong cravings and urges that you have difficulty resisting. You tend to prefer short-term pleasures and rewards over long-term consequences. You lead a leisurely and relaxed life.  You would prefer to sit back and smell the roses than indulge in high energy activities. You are not interested in the arts and do not display aesthetic sensitivity. You find helping other people genuinely rewarding and are generally willing to assist those who are in need. You find that doing things for others is a form of self-fulfillment rather than self-sacrifice, however you are willing to take credit for good things that you do but you don't often talk yourself up much. You take your time when making decisions and will deliberate on all the possible consequences and alternatives.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Take a &lt;a href="http://www.learnmyself.com" target="_blank"&gt;Personality Test&lt;/a&gt; now or view the full &lt;a href="http://www.learnmyself.com/personality.asp?p=wpa-628330&amp;amp;x=PIx1x152774-153087xdb647x1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Personality Report&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; The best &lt;a href="http://www.luckybestfriend.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Buying Pet Gifts&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2008-04-11T04:15:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-11T08:40:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-11T08:40:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Abra Moore</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My month of awesome weekends starts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend-- College friends are coming to visit. Ryan/Bear/Bocian/Jamie/her sister will be here after I wake up. And it's supposed to be like 80 degrees. And I hope to hit up happy hour for the first time since my 10-hour Mcgrady's marathon last Friday I had off back in the fall. Last time they were down, I had a party at my place, but this time I get to take them out on the town of the C'ville, so that's cool. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend-- Party at my place. I'm due since there hasn't been a party here since Halloween. There's a slight chance of high school friends coming to visit, so that's even better. I doubt it'll happen, but who knows, we'll see. If Jeremy came to visit, I'd shit myself out of shock. And then be the happiest person ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend after next weekend-- Foxfield. It's a pretty big deal here in Charlottesville. So I figure I should check it out before I leave the area. From what I gather, everybody just dresses up (girls in sun dresses, and guys in shorts and pink shirts) and drinks their faces off. And apparently there are horse races too, but I don't think anybody pays attention to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend after next weekend-- NASCAR race at Richmond. Hopefully it's not rainy/windy/cold this year. Once again, drinking will be prominent (see a pattern here?). Some people bust on going to Nascar, but c'mon... it's not just for the cars going around in circles. It's a big tailgate party. You go, set up shop, start grilling, crack open some beers and enjoy the atmosphere. Then you get nice and buzzed and when you finally head up to the track, the loud cars and the smell of burning rubber are all that more awesome. And what other event can you go to while carrying a case of beer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theeeen, it's a few weekends of rest before Dewey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll add in last weekend and make it 5 straight weekends of awesomness-- Went up to Fairfax and hung out with Tim (who's getting married this weekend) and Sam. Played some pool, went bowling and played video games. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... bed and stuff..</content>
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    <title>Let's open the floodgates...</title>
    <published>2008-04-04T09:43:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-04T09:44:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. My username is _____ because ____.&lt;br /&gt;"ezcheeser" because freshman year of college, my roomate introduced me to something called IM and i had to pick a name, and there was a can of EZ cheese on the desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My name is _____ because ______.&lt;br /&gt;Kurtis, because my parents called me that for some reason. Don't think there's anything special behind it.. the K's so I could have the same initials as my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My journal is titled ____ because ____.&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell does this do?" because when I was making this I probably had to pick a title and I wasn't sure how it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My friends page is called ____ because ____.&lt;br /&gt;"friends" because they are people who have known me sometime in life and figure we're cool enough to read each other's livejournals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My default userpic is ____ because ____.&lt;br /&gt;2 stickdudes who look like they're stuck inside a page or something.. because I saw it somewhere and thought it was cool looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...alright, that wasn't very interesting.</content>
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    <title>If you say so...</title>
    <published>2008-04-04T09:14:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-04T09:14:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bloc Party</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Text message received today: "U need to start start your blog up again. im bored at work and have nothing 2 read." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, why not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been impressing myself at the gym lately. My excuse for being out of shape was always that there wasn't a 24-hour gym, but now since there is, I have no reason. And once they open one up closer than 15 minutes away, it'll be perfect. I'm fairly happy with my upper body but of course the middle region leaves alot to be desired. I'm slowly trying to get into a cardio routine but it's kind of tough. After an hour to an hour and a half of lifting, I'm not that motivated to hop on the treadmill and I just want to go home and eat (since it's about 2am by then). Luckily I've found that, with my new work schedule, at about the time I'm done lifting, Ninja Warrior is on G4, so I have something to watch. And tonight, I just went for about an hour and did the treadmill/bike/eliptical/jumprope and Conan was on the whole time so that helped. And yes, it is kind of sad(ironic?), now that I think about it, that my getting in shape revolves around what's on television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an Airforce tshirt at work today. Why was the Airfoce recruiting people there? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading up to DC Saturday night to hang out with some high school buddies. Should be fun.. something different to do. First kickball game of the season is Sunday. I'm kind of nervous though. After our team of 4 seasons disbanded, I had to find another team, so I pretty much just picked one at random. And I'm pretty sure they all know each other and I'll be the outsider, but oh well, at least I get to meet some new people.... and get drunk... and kick balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen my roommate since Sunday which is really weird. She's joined the "normal" people and their day shift work schedules. Psh. And I continue to go the other direction, now going to bed at 6am and waking up at 2. &lt;br /&gt; Fuck in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... FINALLY... Bases Loaded Kurtis has come BACK....... to Livejournal.</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2007-03-11T03:25:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-11T07:25:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-11T07:25:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="width:600px; border: 1px solid black; text-align:center; background-color:#FFD87F"&gt;	&lt;h2&gt;The Everything Test&lt;/h2&gt;	There are many different types of tests on the internet today. Personality tests, 	purity tests, stereotype tests, political tests. But now, there is &lt;i&gt;one test to rule them all&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Traditionally, online tests would ask certain questions about your musical tastes or clothing for a stereotype, your experiences for a purity test, or deep questions for a personality test.We're turning that upside down - all the questions affect all the results, and we've got some innovative results too! Enjoy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;table width="550" style="margin-left:25px"&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;		&lt;td width="100%"&gt;			&lt;table width="100%" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF"&gt;				&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;				&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;You are more &lt;b&gt;logical&lt;/b&gt; than emotional, more &lt;b&gt;concerned about self&lt;/b&gt; than concerned about others, more &lt;b&gt;atheist&lt;/b&gt; than religious, more &lt;b&gt;loner&lt;/b&gt; than dependent, more &lt;b&gt;lazy&lt;/b&gt; than workaholic, more &lt;b&gt;traditional&lt;/b&gt; than rebel, more &lt;b&gt;engineering mind&lt;/b&gt; than artistic mind, more &lt;b&gt;cynical&lt;/b&gt; than idealist, more &lt;b&gt;leader&lt;/b&gt; than follower, and more &lt;b&gt;introverted&lt;/b&gt; than extroverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for specific personality traits, you are &lt;b&gt;intellectual&lt;/b&gt; (67%).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;			&lt;/table&gt;		&lt;/td&gt;	&lt;/tr&gt;	&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;table width="550" style="margin-left:25px"&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;		&lt;td width="250"&gt;			&lt;table width="100%" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF"&gt;				&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center; border-bottom:1px solid black" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stereotypes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;				&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Punk Rock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;93%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;White Trash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;73%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emo Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;67%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;			&lt;/table&gt;		&lt;/td&gt;		&lt;td width="50"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;		&lt;td width="250"&gt;			&lt;table width="100%" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF"&gt;				&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center; border-bottom:1px solid black" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life Experience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;				&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;29%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Substances&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;41%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Travel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;17%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;			&lt;/table&gt;		&lt;/td&gt;	&lt;/tr&gt;	&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;table width="550" style="margin-left:25px"&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;		&lt;td width="250" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF"&gt;			&lt;b&gt;Politics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			Your political views would best be described as &lt;b&gt;Liberal&lt;/b&gt;, whom			you agree with around &lt;b&gt;36%&lt;/b&gt; of the time.		&lt;/td&gt;		&lt;td width="50"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;		&lt;td width="250" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF"&gt;			&lt;b&gt;Socioeconomic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			Your attitude toward life best associates you with &lt;b&gt;Working Class&lt;/b&gt;.			You make more than &lt;b&gt;0%&lt;/b&gt; of those who have taken this test,			and &lt;b&gt;45%&lt;/b&gt; less than the U.S. average.&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;/td&gt;	&lt;/tr&gt;	&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;table width="550" style="margin-left:25px"&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;		&lt;td width="100%" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF"&gt;			If your life was a movie, it would be rated &lt;b&gt;PG-13&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;			By the way, your hottness rank is &lt;b&gt;55%&lt;/b&gt;, hotter than &lt;b&gt;78%&lt;/b&gt; of other test takers.		&lt;/td&gt;	&lt;/tr&gt;	&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;a href="http://tss.skcusome.com/take.php?id=eay" style="color:purple"&gt;TAKE THE TEST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;font size="1"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://tss.skcusome.com"&gt;thatsurveysite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Kurtis' movie day</title>
    <published>2007-02-12T10:15:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-12T10:15:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*Spoilers follow* (i think that's the warning you're supposed to put when reviewing movies, if you even want to call these reviews... it's more of me narrating my day divided into movies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- Silence of the Lambs&lt;br /&gt; I woke up totally hungover and wanting to vomit so it was obvious i wasn't leaving my bed for a while, so I visited my primitive VHS movie collection. I originally picked this one based on the premise that i was going to go see Hanibal Rising later on in the day. The first scene of the movie, where the police academy was, was somewhere in Virginia so I MapQuested it and it's only like an hour and a half away. And i had never realized before that Clarice went to UVa, so hey, i felt kind of involved. It really is a great movie, not sure what else to say. So after reading reviews on Hanibal Lecter I came to the conclusion that it sucked and i'd just wait for it to come out on dvd. So after watching some Surreal Life, i showered and headed out to Applebee's and Blockbuster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2- Wicker Man&lt;br /&gt; I've only seen Hanibal like once or twice a long time ago, so I really wanted to rent it, but as i figured, it was out, so I went with Wicker Man, which i watched while chowing down on my delicious onion peels and shrimp sirloin w/loaded mashed potatoes. At first it pissed me off because it was one of those DVDs with 2 sides and I'm never really sure which side to watch, and the labels for them weren't very clear. But anyways, i thought it really was a decent movie. Nicolas Cage goes to this secluded island with a bunch of bees and crazy women who do weird rituals. The highlight of the movie was when he started beating the crap out of the women. Now don't get me wrong... i'm NOT some twisted sicko who likes seeing women get beat, but it was just so out of nowhere and funny. He just walks up to this woman and knocks her the fuck out. I laughed, i'm sorry. Apparently this was a remake and the first one was better. Maybe i'll check it out sometime. Oh, and on the dvd case it really emphasized that there was this shocking alternate ending, which i really wasn't sure how to find. So i flipped the disc over and watched the end of the other side. There was this extra epilogue part on the other side so i figured that was the alternate ending which wasn't very shocking at all. But, as it turned out, the first side i watched actually had the alternate ending built into it, with the people breaking his legs and putting bees on his face (still not very shocking) and in the alternate ending, they just cut out the epilogue part.. whatever. &lt;br /&gt; So afterwards, i came upstairs, chatted on the computer a little with the Grammy's on in the background. I always thought the Grammy's were an awards show. In the 2 hours i watched of it, i saw 4 awards handed out, and 3 of them were to the Dixie Chicks... seriously?? I think they just felt sorry for them cause the one girl looks like a slutty chipmunk and sounds even worse and thought it'd be appropriate to do a Nelson laugh during the acceptance speech. The girl that sung with Justin Timberlake was pretty hot though and the Chili Peppers were good. And i felt kind of bad that i had heard NONE of the albums that were up for 'Album of the Year'. Although, again, after the Dixie Chicks won it, i didn't feel as bad. Whatever, i guess everybody else likes them. So i decided to take my weekly Sheetz trip/driving around listening to some tunes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3- The Woodsman&lt;br /&gt; At Blockbuster I was just wondering through the drama aisle and for some reason Kevin Bacon stood out, so I decided i'd go for it.(while enjoying my Sheetz fajitas). This was a really good movie. It's about this guy, Kevin Bacon of course, who just served 12 years in jail for molesting little girls, and how he tries to fit back into society. It really makes you feel involved with the character. It was weird. You felt sorry for him, but then you kind of feel bad because you're feeling sorry for a child molester. I liked when the title of the movie came out. This dick cop (Mos Def) was talking about fairy tales and was going on about Little Red Riding Hood and how the woodsman cut the girl out of the wolf's belly. So basically he was saying "the world needs more woodsmen". So throughout the movie Bacon is getting shit at work when they find out what he did and he's talking with his therapist and he keeps being tempted by these young girls. And in the end, i guess he kind of vindicates himself when he's trying to get with this one girl and ends up telling her to go home, and then he beats the crap out of this other guy who he sees the whole movie trying to pick up little boys outside of the elementary school across the street. Oh, and the whole movie, he's bangin this one hot chick he works with. Yeah, that's my half-assed review but it was really was a good movie. Bacon did an excellent job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i took out the trash and now i'm here... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum things up:&lt;br /&gt; Silence of the Lambs: classic&lt;br /&gt; Hanibal Rising: waiting for the DVD&lt;br /&gt; Shrimp Sirloing and onion peels from Applebee's: goooood&lt;br /&gt; Nicolas Cage knocking out bitches: hilarious&lt;br /&gt; Nicolas Cage getting legs broken: not too shocking&lt;br /&gt; Dixie Chicks: eww&lt;br /&gt; Hot chick singing with Justin Timberlake: niiiice&lt;br /&gt; Sheetz fajitas: delicious&lt;br /&gt; Molesting little girls: NOT cool&lt;br /&gt; Movie with Kevin Bacon, who used to molest little girls: really good&lt;br /&gt; Me realizing it's almost 5:30 and i'm only going to get like 6 hours of sleep: damnit!</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2007-01-29T01:39:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-29T06:54:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-29T06:54:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Do you want a little Kurtis tidbit? I don't know if anyone else is aware of it, but I have a thing for string quartets. Seriously, I love them. That's your triva fact for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I guess it would be all strings and not just the quartets. But this is the one reason that I really really want to get married. Because I want a string quartet to play the wedding. As gay as this might sound, I remember seeing the one Friends episode where Monica and Chandler get married, and after they say their 'I do's and everything, there's a string quartet there playing 'Everlong' by the Foo Fighters and I thought it was the coolest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've discovered that there are TONS of string quartet tribute cd's to any rock band you could imagine. I remember a long time ago hearing one of these on Tool. I'm listening to Aenema right now and I just think it's frickin awesome. I just got one for Coheed's 'In Keeping Secrets' and I want more. I think I'll go for Pearl Jam next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go to a symphony too. More bands need to do what Metallica did with the whole orchestra thing. It's badass. And that's about all I have to say on that now that you know of Kurtis' weakness for violins.</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2007-01-12T02:53:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-12T08:21:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-12T08:21:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alright this show just pissed me off so much, i had to write something down about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i'm flipping around the channels, alot of the time recently, i see this show on MTV. The whole premise of the show is this girl/guy goes out with 2 guys/girls. Meanwhile, the best friend is in this 'surveilance truck' with 'lie detection' software and can tell her friend if the guys are telling the truth or not. Then she/he picks one of the guys/girls. Now despite the fact that it's a total piece of trash show that shouldn't even be allowed to be filmed, I obviously find myself watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, how reliable is this 'lie detection software'? They're not hooked up to anything at all.. it just goes by what they say into their mics. But maybe it really works..who knows.. &lt;br /&gt; Anyways, on to the thing that really pissed me off. So this girl's out with these 2 guys. I didn't catch the whole thing but from what i saw this one dude was lying about being a lumberjack and made up some story about being to Thailand and you could pretty much tell he was a shitbag. Then you had this other guy.. said he was a virgin. She asked him if they'd do anything nasty in church and he was like 'well i'd only been in church for one reason, so no'.. and he liked opera, classical AND rap music. He seemed like a really down to earth and cool guy and he didn't lie at all. So this slut goes off to talk to her friend in the van(who slaps her ass and calls her a bitch) and comes back to make her decision and tells the douchebag about all the lies he told and told the cool guy that he was telling the truth. You think her decision on which guy to pick would be easy right? Oh, of course not, she picked the lying lumberjack fuck and is making out with him the next second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean c'mon.. SERIOUSLY?! I know it's just a show and is probably half scripted anyway.. and i know i sound like a father.. but THIS is what's wrong with kids today! This is why we have pregnant 14-year old crackwhores. Or at least wannabes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. i think i'm done now.. sorry</content>
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    <title>rock shows</title>
    <published>2006-12-21T06:53:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-21T06:53:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I found my list of bands I've seen and wanted to update it, and I won't lose it if I put it here. There's more I know.. I'm thinking.. It's a sad list I know.. I need to get out more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Dropkick Murphys and Bim Skala Bim @ Shippensburg University(first concert ever..besides local bands..like Sex With Midgets!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Live @ Lycoming College w/earth to andy&lt;br /&gt;3. Live/Counting Crows @ Hershey Stadium&lt;br /&gt;4. Our Lady Peace/Eve 6 @ Lycoming College&lt;br /&gt;5. Our Lady Peace @ PSU outside w/American Hi-Fi&lt;br /&gt;6. Red Hot Chili Peppers/Foo Fighters @ PSU Bryce Jordan Center&lt;br /&gt;7. Pearl Jam @ Pittsburgh Starlake Pavilion w/sonic youth&lt;br /&gt;8. System of a Down @ Hershey w/ POD/Meshugga&lt;br /&gt;9. Live @ Bucknell University&lt;br /&gt;10. Sum 41/Saliva/American Hi-FI @ Lock Haven University&lt;br /&gt;11. Stept On @ PSU Crowbar&lt;br /&gt;12. 311/Hoobastank @ Lock Haven University&lt;br /&gt;13. Filter @ Lock Haven University&lt;br /&gt;14. Thursday/Coheed and Cambria/Movielife @ PSU Crowbar&lt;br /&gt;15. Weird Al Yankovich @ Hershey Park (haha..it rocked)&lt;br /&gt;16. Flogging Molly/Mighty Mighty Bosstones @ Pittsburgh Metropol&lt;br /&gt;17. Poptart Monkeys @ Lock Haven&lt;br /&gt;18. Disturbed/Chevelle @ Scranton First Union Center w/Octane&lt;br /&gt;19. The Starting Line/Mae/Hidden in Plain View/Commercials @ PSU Crowbar&lt;br /&gt;20. Saves The Day/Hot Rod Circuit/The Anniversay/Dashboard Confessional @ Lancaster Chameleon Club&lt;br /&gt;21. Taking Back Sunday/Saves the Day @ Bucknell University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHFStival in Washing DC at RFK Stadium (2 days)&lt;br /&gt;*Bands I watched*&lt;br /&gt;-New Found Glory, Incubus, Linkin Park, Fuel, Green Day, Staind, Live, Tantric, Cold, Coldplay, Three Doors Down, Good Charlotte, Sum 41, Tenacious D, Alien Ant Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Warped Tour 2001 @ IC Lite amphitheater&lt;br /&gt;*Bands I watched*&lt;br /&gt;-Less Than Jake, Dropkick Murphys, Vandals, Alien Ant Farm, Me First &amp; the Gimme Gimmes, Thursday, Ataris, Jimmy Eat World, Rollins Band, and i forget who else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Warped Tour 2002 @ Star Lake&lt;br /&gt;*Bands I watched*&lt;br /&gt;-Finch, The Starting Line, MXPX, Dropkick Murphys, Good Charlotte, and I really can't remember any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Warped Tour 2003 @ Star Lake&lt;br /&gt;*Bands I watched*&lt;br /&gt;-The Starting Line, Coheed and Cambria, Yellowcard, Pennywise, Tsunami Bomb, Thrice, Less Than Jake, Western Waste, Me First &amp; the Gimme Gimmes, Punchline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Warped Tour 2004 @ Hershey&lt;br /&gt;*Bands I watched*&lt;br /&gt;-Matchbook Romance, Coheed and Cambria, Taking Back Sunday, Sherwood, and other I forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Tool @ PSU BJC w/Meshugga&lt;br /&gt;28. Luca Brasi/Grace to the Grave/Hourglass Demo @ West VA somewhere&lt;br /&gt;29. Brandtson/Cartel/The Umbrellas/Rocket Summer @ The Outback Lodge, Charlottesville&lt;br /&gt;30. Finch/RX Bandits @ 9:30 Club&lt;br /&gt;31. Full Minute of Mercury @ The Outback Lodge, Charlottesville&lt;br /&gt;32. Less Than Jake/Hidden in Plain View/Allister @ 9:30 Club&lt;br /&gt;33. Marc Broussard @ Starr Hill&lt;br /&gt;34. Coheed and Cambria/Blood Brothers/Mewithoutyou/Dredg @ The Ottobar, Baltimore&lt;br /&gt;35. Cursive/Jeremy Enigk/The Cops @ Satellite Ballroom, Charlottesville</content>
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    <title>Good Days</title>
    <published>2006-12-17T08:10:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-17T08:10:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I was out driving around tonight listening to some tunes and for some reason I was reminded of one of the first times I was in Charlottesville and driving around getting lost and it was one of the best days of my life due to my new job. So my mind started wandering and I started thinking of other great days and how that one ranked. So I drove around for a bit more and I think I figured out the top 5. "What are they Kurtis?!" you ask?.. Fine here you go. Also, I've found myself drifting away from my 'thinking postively' outlook, so maybe it will help if I look at some positive things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT-----I was going to do just 5, but for the last one, I couldn't think of one that stuck out enough to warrant a top spot, so I added in the honorable mentions----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;May 15, 2004 - Second girlfriend (?)&lt;br /&gt;  I had to throw in a day with Kristy here. She's to blame for some of the worst days but there were also some awesome ones too. I'd been hanging out with her for about a few weeks. I fell for her hard. She was like the coolest girl ever and she seemed to like me. She crushed me earlier when I got the "I don't want anything more than friends right now" talk, but I still hung out with her, figuring maybe she'd change her mind. There had been some making out but she was drunk both times and didn't remember (probably should've thrown up a red flag). So on the 14th (according to livejournal archive) she came to my house after she got off work and spent the night. We were going to sleep when she took my hand and put it on her boob. And then we made out and did other things... sober! So, thinking about it now, technically I got to 2nd base before I went to 1st (Apologies if that's too much info... and for using too many parentheses). But anyways, the better day was the next day. I woke up early and made a huge breakfast... french toast, pancakes, hashbrowns, maybe something else. And we just hung out all day, sitting outside, flirting around and what not. So she had changed her mind and I love it when things go according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;January 26, 1998 - First girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;  I'd been hanging out with this girl Stacy for about a month or so probably. She was my surrogate sister's friend's sister. They decided to hook us up for some reason. So we'd all hang out and they'd be pushing us together and what not. I started to like her alot and obviously started hanging out with her more. I had never even kissed a girl, let alone had one for my girlfriend so I had no clue what to do. I wanted to 'officially' ask her out but didn't have the balls to. The Superbowl was the night of the 25th and Sam stayed the night at my house. After the game, the whole night was basically him giving me a pep talk saying 'just do it!' So the next night, I was on the phone with Stacy. We were probably talking for the longest time ever, me just stalling. And she said she had to go so I knew I had to go for it or go another day kicking myself in the ass. So I finally just blurted out the magical "Do you want to go out with me?" question. And wouldn't ya know it, she said yes. And the 10-ton weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Of course I wasn't aware of the roller coaster I'd be on for the next year and a half but oh well, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;October 6, 2004 - Kurtis finally gets a TV job&lt;br /&gt;  I graduated colledge in May '03 and had been looking for a job in my major for about a year and a half. At least 60-70 resumes were sent out and I was in my second year working at the Staples warehouse. It wasn't a terrible job, just definitely not what I wanted to be doing. I finally got a call the week before saying to come down to Charlottesville to check out these new tv stations that were starting up, so obviously I jumped on that and ended up even taking my drug test while I was there. So I had been waiting to hear back from Tim for about a week. I'm not sure if he had called and left a message or I just called him to check up on things but I was outside of the warehouse taking a cigarette break and I finally got a hold of him and he told me the job was mine and said I'd start on the 18th. I hung up my phone and walked back inside with probably the biggest grin ever in the history of mankind. The first person I told was Shannon, my boss there and put in my week and a half notice. Everybody knew I was looking for a TV job so they were excited for me too. My Aunt Janie also worked there at the warehouse with me and I think she was pulling for me more than anybody because she'd see me working there everyday. So she was obviously the next person I went to find. She half-started to cry when she was hugging and congratulating me. Come to think of it, the week and a half that followed that were probably the best week and a half ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;Spring '96 (not sure of the exacty day.. it was a Sunday though I do know) - The St.Thomas Cyclones winning the YMCA Roller Hockey Championship&lt;br /&gt;  I never played any organized sports in school at all, but me and my good friends started playing hockey in middle school. After a while we decided to start wearing skates and decided to join the YMCA league. Each week, we'd crush the other team and really had no competition, and then came the day of the playoffs. In the first game, we were up by 1 goal. This one kid on the other team backed up into me and fell down and started yelling that I cross checked him. He was going nuts, throwing equipment and cursing, so the ref just called the game and said we won. Then the championship game, we played agains the Killer Bees, rightfully so, the other best team in the league. It was back and forth the whole game. My good friend John and I were the only players who hadn't scored goals the whole season, mainly cause we just played defense. So we were all tied up in the third quarter and I was on defense by our net. I got the ball and I knew John was up by their net somewhere, so without looking, I just spun around and launched the ball with the back of my stick down to the other end. It landed right on John's stick and he put it into the net and scored. It ended up being the game-winning goal as the whistle blew and our equipment went flying in the air as we celebrated in the middle of the court. I had sun burn and it kind of hurt but it didn't matter. We were the champs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Honorable Mentions---&lt;br /&gt;Spring '99 - Senior Class Trip to the Bahamas&lt;br /&gt; Just a great time. Played ultimate frisbee on the beach, had some chicken fights in the pool, relaxed with some good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime in 10th grade - First big crush&lt;br /&gt; I had a big thing for this girl Jackie. I finally got my friend to talk to her for me. I got her number and finally got the nerve to call her one night and her mom answered. She wasn't there but said she'd call me back. I waited by the phone the whole night and when the phone would ring I'd jump about 10 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th grade - Field Trip&lt;br /&gt; Went to Pittsburgh, and it was just a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer '99 - Kirstyn&lt;br /&gt;  I had a thing for one of our foreign exchange students. We hung out alot during the summer before she had to go back to Australia. I never made a move though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring '03 - Spring Break&lt;br /&gt;  Went with some of the gang to Bocian's in Pittsburgh for a Flogging Molly and drinking. The car ride itself, and stopping at our sister campus was hilarious by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go. And that took WAY longer than I thought to write all of that. So if you ever find a time machine and can't think of where to send me, there's some places to start. Now I just wait for the next one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2006-11-30T03:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-30T07:41:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1110083892devil.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Satanism&lt;/b&gt;. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan. Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Satanism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;agnosticism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="71" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;71%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;atheism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Paganism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Islam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Buddhism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Judaism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Christianity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="21" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;21%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=10907"&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eleven Satanic Rules of the Earth:&lt;br /&gt;#2- Do not tell your troubles to others unless you are sure they want to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;#6- Do not take that which does not belong to you unless it is a burden to the other person and he cries out to be relieved.&lt;br /&gt;#8- Do not complain about anything to which you need not subject yourself. &lt;br /&gt; etc.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were all good, then i get to &lt;br /&gt;#11- When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm....</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2006-11-19T04:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-19T08:54:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-19T08:54:09Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Brand New</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The Cursive show Thursday night was fan-frickin-tastic. It was the first show i've been to in probably almost a year...which is way too long. The wait was worth it though, as it was a really really good one. The opening band was 'The Cops' who were pretty damn good i must say. They just rocked out and had a good ol time. Then Jeremy Enigk (formerly of Sunny Day Real Estate) played. He alternated between playing the guitar and the piano/keyboard. I must say he put alot of emotion into it and it came off pretty good. I bought one of his cd's (2 actually.. $2 off the EP when buying the combo.. bargain shopper), but I doubt i'll listen to it that much. I guess i just felt he was good enough to warrant me giving him money.. and if i ever feel like sitting alone and crying to myself all night, i'll have the soundtrack already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I've never seen Cursive before but they've been in my top 5 bands for a while now. If it wasn't for them playing like half the songs on their new cd (which is obviously to be expected) it would've been perfect, but oh well. I just couldn't sing along to all of them, since i wasn't really a big fan of their new stuff... but now I must say that i think it's alot better after seeing the songs performed... that always seems to do the trick. I had checked out previous setlists on this tour and they were all fairly different so i wasn't really sure what to expect. There were 3 songs i really really really wanted to hear. They played 2 of them, so i was content... although one of them, i think i was the only one that seemed excited and was singing along, but oh well, just made me feel special. The crowd seemed pretty into it for the most part. I'm pretty sure the majority of them weren't from the area. The one dude i was talking to in line was from NC. I mentioned that i didn't really think this was Charlottesville-type music and he was quick to point out that "Well yeah, most of the people in this town are elitist assholes".. and then i was quick to point out that i just came here for a job. (Sorry C'ville..not defending you). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, very good time... spent $65 (ticket, beer, shirt, cd's)which was a little more than expected but what the hell.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Brand New's new album on Myspace all night... and i'm very impressed.. must go purchase on tuesday</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2006-11-05T04:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-05T08:24:42Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Sigur Ros</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I look forward so much to the weekends... until they get there. Then i usually despise them. They remind me of how i really have no social life at all. At least my afternoon was semi-productive. I went and got my oil changed and then actually went to the gym, did some cardio for about an hour, which is probably more than I should've done after not visiting the gym for like a month or 2. I'll find out tomorrow morning. Then i went to Sheetz for some food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i come home, eat, shower and get dressed to go out. And i just want to add in that i looked really good and i was excited to hit up the bars or wherever. So 2 people come over, we drink some beers leftover from last weekend and watch the news.. theeen.. they both go home because they're tired. Fuck. So yeah, the couch is where i stay, still drinking some beers, watching tv... with my shoes still on, ready to go out. Then i start watching old videos from back home, so i get half drunk, kind of homesick and think hey, i'll call Jeremy and see what he's up to. He talks to me for a whole 7 minutes before he says he has to get back inside to the bar(with his hot girlfriend). Fuck. I feel like the biggest loser in the world. Although i don't know why i complain. If we would've ended up going to the bar, i know i would've just sat there and drank and not socialized anyway, like i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i'm done. Basically what i'm trying to say is ... Fuck Saturday nights. Grow up Kurtis.</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2006-11-02T05:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-02T09:00:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-02T09:00:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>French Kicks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tiffany got us a set of scales. I want to throw them out the window because they made me realize i'm back to my 'senior year Lock Haven' weight. Not that the mirror and the tightness of my pants hadn't made me realize that already... It sucks. It's not that hard. I just need to go back to the gym and stop eating burritos and burgers every night and buy groceries. If only there was a 24-hour gym. It might sound like an exscuse but it's a very valid one. I'm at my prime, as most people are, when I get off of work. But yeah, i get off work at midnight.... nothing open! And i just can't bring myself to run on the treadmill right after i wake up before work. So let's blame society for just tending to the "normal" people who work 9-5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, i just need to get my shit together. Any motivation would be appreciated. Some suggested names to call me indclude: Fatty, Tubby, Fatty McTubs, Lardzilla, Mega Lard Ass... take your pick or feel free to make up your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: There is no guarantee that, upon calling the subject degrading names, he will not steal your lunch money and/or lunch or kick you in the shins in a fatty's attempt to kick you in the face.</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2006-08-23T02:20:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-23T06:24:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">The Fall season can suck my nuts...seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The allergies are setting in already.. hardcore. I've blown my nose 5 times in the last 10 minutes. I can't wait til I wake up tomorrow morning not being able to breathe. I need more drugs. And then of course it sucks because i'm tired all the time and dragging along. And that's definitely no good because i need to get back to the gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand i haven't been to the grocery store in like 3 weeks, so of course that's led to the worst diet in teh history of mankind. Let's see, i've been alternating between Taco Bell, chinese food, Hardees, Subway, and various other fatty junk places (alright well subway isn't too bad). So i'm pretty sure i'm about a week away from reaching my college weight again.. yippee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2006-08-02T04:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-02T08:08:54Z</published>
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    <content type="html">The coolest thing happened on my way home tonight. I was stopped at the red light, ready to turn right onto 29. I was about to turn right on red because i saw the adjacent light turning yellow.. good thing i didn't cause this car, being a typical c'ville driver, came flying through, running the red light by a significant amount of time. So my light turns green and i turn right.. and i see this cop do a U turn coming from the opposite direction and i'm like "Hell yeah, he saw that!"..then i saw the lights come on and i'm like "YESSSS TAKE THAT ASSHOLE!!"... and i laughed the whole way home and was very happy.</content>
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    <title>Kickass Dream</title>
    <published>2006-07-26T08:38:46Z</published>
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    <content type="html">oops, forgot to post my dream from tuesday morning... it was definitely a good one.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a normal night at the Newsplex. Actually I’m pretty sure it was a weekend cause not many people were there and it was a lot of the weekend crew, but other people were there too. So Tiffany and Leigh were bitching about Chris and Kris. It was something about them cutting video and not leaving enough gas (?) for something.. I’m not sure. But anyways, there got to be this huge screaming match between Tiffany and Kris in the CBS control room. They were ready to throw down. But I jump in and go ‘WAIT! Not in the control room… if you’re going to fight, take it outside!’ so they went out into the lobby. Kris is like ‘Alright bitch, let’s go’. So they’re both eyeing each other up ready to rumble and Kris slaps Tiffany. So Tiffany just gives her the clothesline from hell and knocks her the fuck out. TKO. It was awesome. I remember being kind of disappointed that the fight didn’t last long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think ‘Well, I guess I better go find a supervisor’.. mainly because of the employee knocked out in the middle of the lobby. So I walk back through the ABC control room, through the newsroom and I find Tim by the engineering office. So I’m like ‘There’s been a little incident in the lobby’ so we start walking through the control rooms to the lobby. And I explained the situation about how they were arguing and how Kris was kind of unconscious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So then I’m not sure where everybody went. But I remember there was some kind of note on the floor that I was reading that explained what had happened to make them fight.. and Leigh walked out and noticed I was reading it so she was telling me some of what happened.. again, with the gas and the cutting video and what not, I don’t know the details. And I know i asked her if Tiffany was drunk and she said "yeah." Oh and Leigh was also really pissed at Chris Smith and I remember her saying “He might be really attractive but he’s really stupid.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So anyways, we were talking about Tiffany and how she was fucked. And she was going to be fired and probably put in jail. So then I’m not sure what happened, but we fast forward to Tiffany getting drug out of the building and Jevan and I were telling her how much she was screwed. Jevan was pretty much making fun of her and really pissing her off. So she was basically taking swings at him while they were pulling her out the door in the lobby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not really sure the next happenings.. Althea was leaving and told me to call her because she wanted to know what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So next, Tiffany shows up again, not sure where she came from. She storms into the building and I’m like ‘woah’.. She was going to kick some guy in sales’ ass because he was talking shit about her or something. But I follow her back through the edit bay hallway and into the newsroom. So this is about where Karen shows up. She’s all pissed off cause of the fighting and what not. By this time, I had my arms wrapped tightly around Tiffany making sure she didn’t go clotheslining anybody else and knocking them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So then of course Karen and her start screaming back and forth and Tiffany is kicking trying to get out but I’m still holding tight. So I start walking her out of the newsroom and Karen came up and pulled her hair or hit her or something and walked away. This kind of pissed me off that she’d hit her while she couldn’t fight back so I was like “oh no she slipped” and just let her go. So it was the fight of the century between Karen and Tiffany in the newsroom. They were fighting on Autria’s desk. Tiffany tried the clothesline again but Karen wasn’t having any of that. Tiffany looked shocked that Karen was fighting back. So Tiffany was swinging and I remember Karen kicking her in the face. But then Tiffany was winning, but then Karen started jabbing her in the face with her super pointy fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i woke up... and have no clue how it ended.. damnit</content>
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    <title>ich bin bored</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T20:11:10Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Comment to this post and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I’ll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I’ll challenge you to try something.&lt;br /&gt;3. I’ll pick a color that I associate with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I’ll tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I’ll ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'll insult you.&lt;br /&gt;9. I'll tell you what super power you should have.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'll tell you where i see you in 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2006-06-27T15:49:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T20:03:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I hate having days off of work. Well, they're alright I guess just to relax and, if nothing else, to pretend that i'm a part of normal society. But it's also these days that i realize how little of a life i have outside of work. I really have nowhere to go, nothing to do, and no one to hang out with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I just got back from the gym. I've been slacking for the past few weeks, so that felt pretty good. And the first time i went to leave, it was pouring outside, so i was like 'eh, may as well stay here a little longer'. I only did 30 minutes of cardio, but hey it's been a while.. i don't want to be crippled tomorrow. I need to get back to eating alot healthier too, i'm getting to be a fatty again... blaaah. It seems like every time i get into a healthy routine, something comes along to fuck it up, like the 5:00 news launch which had me going to work at noon and being stressed out more than i should have. But things are calmed down now, so i should be good to go... that is until the end of July.. then we'll see what happens. But i have a month left so woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have my money situation back in order... although i just spent $60 online on cd's last night.. but i was due. I've felt bad for downloading music the past couple months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have about 12 hours until bedtime... soooo i guess i'll go... try... to find.... something... to.......... do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitches</content>
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    <title>ezcheeser @ 2006-06-21T03:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-21T08:24:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">knock yourself out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Pick ten movies that are ones that you have special feelings about.&lt;br /&gt;[2] Pick a few lines of dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;[3] As people guess the film, strike out that entry (and put the movie title, and who got it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strike&gt; So what do I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president. &lt;/strike&gt; -becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strike&gt; Sometimes I doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion. &lt;/strike&gt; -keri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strike&gt; Shut your fat ass, Rayvie! I can't even go to the store to get a pack of smokes without runnin' into nine guys you've fucked! &lt;/strike&gt; -tiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strike&gt; But the worst thing I ever done.. I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa... &lt;/strike&gt; -sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strike&gt; If only I could meet someone new. I guess my chances of that happening are somewhat diminished, seeing that I'm incapable of making eye contact with a woman I don't know. &lt;/strike&gt; -tiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Here! I've got an idea. Suppose you agree that he can't actually have babies, not having a womb, which is nobody's fault, not even the Romans... but that he can have the *right* to have babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned... my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strike&gt; My dreams are a cruel joke. They taunt me. Even in my dreams I'm an idiot who knows he's about to wake up to reality. If I could only avoid sleep. But I can't. I try to tell myself what to dream. I try to dream that I am flying. Something free. It never works... &lt;/strike&gt; -Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strike&gt; My friend here is trying to convince me that any independent contractors working on the uncompleted Death Star were innocent victims when it was destroyed by the Rebels. &lt;/strike&gt; -tiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I went to camp so long ago that fucking Jesus Christ was my counselor! And my best friend hadn't fully evolved yet! His name was Ug and he walked on all fours! There were two epidemics when I went to camp: head lice, and the plague... the Bubonic plague!</content>
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