<?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-5025990161519266497</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:05:48.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dreams and Such</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-3119842387955166960</id><published>2010-10-14T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:43:30.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Dream</title><content type='html'>So while I was sleeping upstairs on the couch, I had a weird dream while the show "city’s of the underworld" was on. So I’m not really sure where I am (somewhere underground) and my school is talking about building underground. There are houses built around the school, so they only have a limited amount of space and decide to build underground. So they build underground and all the sudden I'm in a class. Oh yeah this is a Calculus 2 course somehow. So my old teacher Mr. N (who in reality teaches Biology) is giving out towels to signify that you are in the class. He then starts talk about the class as they are handing them out. So he throws one at me and the person sitting next to me. Of course it lands half way on both of us, and we both start fighting over it. Then Mr. N came over and eventually ends up giving it to me. I’m very happy because I was the last person to get into the class and I really needed it. Then I woke up right at the end of city’s of the underworld. All this because I was tired and wanted to take a nap. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://xagentxapartmentsx.blogspot.com/"&gt;View my blog about my manager position at an apartment complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-3119842387955166960?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3119842387955166960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-january-26-2009-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/3119842387955166960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/3119842387955166960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-january-26-2009-dream.html' title='Monday Dream'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-3852878262187537452</id><published>2010-10-13T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:44:02.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Dream</title><content type='html'>So I walked into a store. This store was a little weird. We (Dad, Mikey and I) walked into the store. One side was completely covered with shelves and the other was covered with cash registers. The only was to get to the rest of the store was to go all the way down to the end of the store and turn the only corner. We do this, and there is actually quite a bit of store. So dad said we can get like 2 small things, so I start looking around. The first thing that gets my attention is the hoodies. I go over and look at them and I see a few lined ones. They look really warm, but as I approach them, I realize that they are WAY to small for me and they look pretty girly anyways. &lt;!-- adsense --&gt;So I move on, and I see some more, but of course, non of them would fit me. Then I went onto an isle that had coins. So I see one with an umbrella on it and one with fish jumping out of the water. Like the 50 state coins with these things on them. So I grab those and a few other coins because I’m thinking about getting something that relates to them. I seem to need an umbrella so I’m thinking about keeping the coin to remind me. I’m still looking and the lights in the department I’m in go out. I can hear the voices of dad and Mikey calling me: “That department is closing, and they are getting ready to close.” So I slowly but carefully make my way over to them. I have a handful of coins in my hand, so I pick 2 of them, and put the rest in my pocket. They all have key chains on them. Then I wake up as we are checking out. I also had one about pulling out of a parking lot but there was not a whole lot to it. I also had another short one about speeding off in a Ford Mustang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-3852878262187537452?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3852878262187537452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-january-17-2009-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/3852878262187537452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/3852878262187537452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-january-17-2009-dream.html' title='Saturday Dream'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-8450555643397280097</id><published>2009-10-07T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:22:10.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visited by Grandpa in a Dream?</title><content type='html'>First some dreams. I had a weird dream the other night, it was about my mother’s father (a person I can’t remember ever meeting). I can’t remember it well anymore since I woke up after the dream and fall asleep again. I remember that we (mom and my sisters) were worried about him since he wanted to go away, and he used to leave the house when we didn’t notice. He was old,  and walked slowly with his cane. One day (or night?) he was gone and we started to search for him. I remember walking down path somewhere, towards him obviously; I was alone. It was in the middle of nature since there were trees and grass. Somehow I knew he had gone that way. When I reached him, he was still walking away from that something, and I asked him why he left. He told me, being very tired, that he simply didn’t want to be there. I had no idea where he was going. At some point the others came. Grandpa was all of the sudden lying on the ground, and said that he couldn’t carry on and then he passed away, very peacefully; it looked like he had just fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I’ve seen anything like this. Mom said that she thinks she was visited by her father lately as well, and that my dream most likely means something. I believe that too, I just have no idea what it could be…&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a dream I don’t have anymore. For years I’ve been dreaming about telekinesis. I’ve been seeing those dreams regularly, and they’re always about me. In the beginning, many many years ago, I had a huge desire (in a dream) to be able to move objects without physically touching them. Somehow I managed to move a small objec,t just a little, and it took a lot of energy to do that. From there I began developing that ability, gradually being able to move bigger objects. Then I learned to move more than one at the same time; first slowly, then faster and further. Lately I’ve been really good at that, throwing objects like in Star Wars, trusting myself, knowing what I’m doing, getting rid of that “I wanna show others” attitude. And now I haven’t seen those dreams for a while. I have no idea what’s the meaning in them, probably showing how I’ve improved during these years… Not in telekinesis but in conquering my illness or something  A pity that I don’t have those dreams anymore, they were so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-8450555643397280097?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8450555643397280097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/10/visited-by-grandpa-in-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/8450555643397280097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/8450555643397280097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/10/visited-by-grandpa-in-dream.html' title='Visited by Grandpa in a Dream?'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-7766348793004759415</id><published>2009-10-07T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:46:47.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Mini Tornado Dream</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting dream the other night. I Can’t remember much of it anymore but it went somehow like this… I remember a large open area, the landscape being pretty much just rock and sand. Everything was gray and brown; some hills but nothing higher than that. The birches were there from the beginning, the way they look like in winter: no leaves in them… I can’t quite recall if it was morning or evening, but the sky was slightly clouded and the wind was blowing. I wasn’t alone, there were others too, apparently some of them I knew somehow. None of them were from real life though. I remember looking at the sky, watching how the wind twisted the clouds in a way it shouldn’t, and I noticed clear signs of what was about to happen. I told somebody to look at the sky and said that the wind was unusually strong and not coming from only one direction. While explaining this, the clouds (that didn’t cover the sky completely) began to circle each other above us, the wind getting even stronger, and I said that they were forming a tornado. I didn’t feel afraid, I just passively observed everything. So, we got the tornado. Not a big one, just twice or three times higher than a human being but still a powerful and scary one. I can’t remember people being in panic; perhaps because I didn’t really observe them, I was fascinated by the tornado. The person I spoke with earlier asked me what we should we do to avoid danger, just like I would have been the only one to know what to do. Perhaps it was because I was the only one totally calm. I told them to grab a tree, a strong one, and hold on tight not to get swept away by it. More tornados appeared, about the same size, can’t remember how many but there were more than three.&lt;!-- adsense --&gt; Following my own advice I held onto a tree as the tornados approached me. I remember moving, trying to avoid it, and managing pretty well, but it seemed to have a will of its own and purposefully coming after me, lol! I was like, “f*** no, you won’t get me” and with calm determination refused to let go, knowing that I was going to win after all. I felt that strong pulling sensation, trying to get me to let go, yet I didn’t, and after bugging me for a short while it left. I remember some smaller trees flying around but obviously nobody got hurt, well, I didn’t at least, can’t remember what happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes dream about strong natural phenomena like wildfires and tornados, but even though I’m there and have a lot of “it was close” situations I never have gotten hurt. I’m not sure about what’s coming, changes at least, but I’m confident that I’ll make it through whatever trials might come to my way. So far no idea about the meaning of this dream. Perhaps it’s just an unrecognized wish of mine, to be able to help people through the difficulties, to be strong? To be a leader, to be something I could be proud of?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-7766348793004759415?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7766348793004759415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/10/weird-mini-tornado-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/7766348793004759415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/7766348793004759415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/10/weird-mini-tornado-dream.html' title='Weird Mini Tornado Dream'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-7492508716142814382</id><published>2009-01-26T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:52:04.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday January 26, 2009</title><content type='html'>So I had Accounting and English today. I got up early to buy scan trons for Accounting, but I walked up to the store and it said on the outside of the building that it did not open until 8:00, so I texted Alisha, and luckily she had an extra one that I could use. We took notes, and then took a 10 question quiz. I think I mixed one of the answers up because I went too fast. Ohhh well, we get 10 points extra credit for turning it in before the end of class, so hopefully that makes up for it. So after that I decided that instead of going to the library like we usually do, that we would head over to P building so Alisha and Amanda could meed and so I could see Amanda for a little bit. Alisha wanted to sit in one of the study rooms, so thats what we decided we would do. So I texted Amanda and said we were in the study room, do you wanna meet us over there. She quickly said "No brian i dont." so I walked down the hall and said hi and asked if she realized that we were just down the hall, and not actually in another building. She knew plane well that we were just down the hall and didn't want to come. I don't know if she was in a bad mood or what but she barely said hi to me, and after Alisha left I sent her a two texts asking why she didn't want to come and study and talk with us. Anyways when I got back to the study room, Alisha and I started working on math, and her Ex boyfriend pretty much invited himself to come and talk to her. Before he got there I deciphered a problem on the board. It took me like three tries before I worked all of the bugs out of it, but I finally got it right. After her ex got there we just talked for a while, and then they left for their next class. (they also have English together. He is in our math class too, but he usually does not even talk to anyone. he seems a little weird.)  After they left I re-read the English homework to make sure I understood it. It went much faster reading it this time. I headed off to English after the reading and we talked about it the whole hour. I still don't know if I understand it fully, but I get it a lot better than when I was reading it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-7492508716142814382?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7492508716142814382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-january-26-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/7492508716142814382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/7492508716142814382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-january-26-2009.html' title='Monday January 26, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-162987972541302318</id><published>2009-01-26T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:52:10.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>So I really thought that Matt was going to have me work. He didn't call me or anything over the weekend, so that really surprised me. So I really didn't do much over the weekend. Oh yeah, after I got home from going to the movies with Alisha, Kim texted me and wanted to know how it went, and I told her how it went and what not. Amanda texted me and asked about it and I ended up calling her and telling her about it. Other than that I was just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-162987972541302318?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/162987972541302318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/162987972541302318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/162987972541302318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-8353858712759618268</id><published>2009-01-26T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:52:20.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Text conversation on Jan 22</title><content type='html'>(The Dashes are me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting to go into work. what r u doin this weekend?&lt;br /&gt; -Umm Im not really sure right now. maybe working if anything, but nothing planned as of now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds exciting&lt;br /&gt; -ohh yeah. lol ill prob find something last minute to do. lol. what are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a family thing Friday but I'm trying to c if someone wants to c a movie n then sat i gotta take my bro to baseball n I'm trying to find someone to come with me while he practices&lt;br /&gt; -Movie after your family things or instead of it? whens his b ball thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his baseball game is at 6 n the family thing is until 8&lt;br /&gt; -I should be free to see a movie by then on Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok but i gotta make sure that my mom says yes but that sounds like fun. what do u wanna c?&lt;br /&gt; -Have u seen any movies that are out?&lt;br /&gt; -mall cop looks really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....(decided that I'm going to pick her up at her house)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-8353858712759618268?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8353858712759618268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/text-conversation-on-jan-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/8353858712759618268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/8353858712759618268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/text-conversation-on-jan-22.html' title='Text conversation on Jan 22'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-3358055722024312074</id><published>2009-01-26T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:52:49.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday January 23, 2009</title><content type='html'>While I was still half asleep I received a text message. I ignored it and went back to sleep. Probably an hour later I received another text message and this one woke me up. Come to think of it I forget who the first one was from (Maybe from Tiffany telling me she changed her number?) anyways the one I remember was from Alisha. So she starts by saying hi, and ends up asking me if her friend can come. So I ended up saying something like, "well if you Really want her to come, I don't really want to say no." she asked if I was going to be mad, and also said most guys would not do that. I replyed "I guess I'm not like other guys" and she said "No I gotta say ur amazing". I then said "your pretty awesome yourself" and she replyed "that means a lot of me." So that made me feel pretty good. Anyways around 8:00 I headed over there to pick Alisha and her friend up. Her friends name is Alyssa. That's the person she brought to school with her on the first day of class. So I get there and I called Alisha and asked if they wanted to just come out, or if I should come in. She said something like, we can come out if you really want us to, but you should have just came and rang the doorbell. So I did, and she let me in, and went upstairs with her friend Alyssa, and I sat there and talked to her dad for a little bit. He asked about my school and what other classes I was taking. He is an engineer, and he said he ended up taking Calc 2 like three or four times before passing, and passing with a good grade. &lt;!-- adsense --&gt;The whole time he was talking, he was constantly rocking back and forth in the easy chair that he was sitting in. Her mom came in while I was talking to Alisha's dad, but she didn't have much to say. After the few minutes of talking to them Alisha and Alyssa came down and we proceeded to the car.  As we went out Alisha said something like, my parents are dorks. I guess they like to talk to/meet most anyone that she hangs out with. So we talked while we went there and watched the movie (We saw Mall Cop). All and all it was pretty good. The only thing I noticed is that she seemed to talk to her friend a lot. This didn't bother me too much because it reminded me of when Amanda and Kim would come over, or when I was hanging out with them. For the longest time they would usually talk to each other mainly. This is probably because the two of them were much better friends than I was with them. (Amanda-Kim)/(Alisha/Alyssa). So I had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-3358055722024312074?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3358055722024312074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-january-23-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/3358055722024312074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/3358055722024312074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-january-23-2009.html' title='Friday January 23, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-5071341198823860691</id><published>2009-01-22T14:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:52:56.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday January 22, 2009</title><content type='html'>Last night dad stopped by Matt’s house and dropped off his auto show tickets and picked up my check. (200 dollars! woot!) Also, while I was working on homework Alisha started texting me and we are going to see mall cop tomorrow =]. It should be fun. So today was Math and chemistry. In math we learned a lot of new stuff. I hope I can remember all of it. Alisha gave me and Phil a ride to chemistry after math. Saves me from being cold and we get to talk some. So chemistry was kind of boring, but today was our first lab. So I finished with about 30 minutes to spare. I ended up staying after till just about 4 and I was talking to my teacher about chemistry related fields. Nothing really exciting after that. Justin said call him up if I want to hang out or party or something. If I get some free time I might just do that. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-5071341198823860691?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5071341198823860691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-january-22-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/5071341198823860691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/5071341198823860691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-january-22-2009.html' title='Thursday January 22, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-2260061679935524792</id><published>2009-01-20T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:53:05.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday January 20, 2009</title><content type='html'>So today dad gets back from helping grandma and grandpa get settled in down in Florida. I usually don’t have to get up till 8:30ish, but today Mikey said he needed to be driven in early so he could get his schedule and make it to the Pancow bus. So I had to get up at 6:30 and drive him. It was much harder to fall back asleep than I though, but I probably got an hour or so of sleep. So I went to math and talked to Alisha and Justin a little bit and ended up meeting a new person: Chris. After our teacher taught us the lessen (half of it was new to me, but some people had it in Calc one) she gave us problems from the last class’s homework that we needed to work out and go up and explain it to the class. So we stayed after and started the math, but only spent like 10 minutes before giving up and leaving. Justin had already left, so Alisha said she’d walk with me till we got outside. She then asked if I wanted a ride to J building instead of walking and I agreed and thanked her. So she told me a little more in depth about this guy making up the rumor of sleeping with her and a few other things I don’t exactly remember, but I was paying attention when she was talking. Chemistry was not so bad. Someone that missed the first class took the seat that I sat in on Thursday, but I sat next to her and introduced myself. So we learned a few new things and then went over to lab to check in our drawers. I partnered up with Siviya (the person I met last week on the first day of chemistry) and checked our stuff in. It went really quick and we got out of there. Justin and I talked about studying after class on Wednesday (tomorrow) at his house. Hopefully that will happen. We also talked about playing super smash brother. Should be fun and might get a little bit of work done too. After school I came home and ate, and Mikey got home about 10 minutes after me. (right around 2:30).&lt;!-- adsense --&gt; After I ate, Mikey and I shoveled the driveway. It was terrible. There was so much ice and it was so heavy. It took us almost 3 hours to do the whole driveway. My back still hurts from it. So I started working on chemistry after that and wrote out all my procedure and theory and purpose. Everything is done for chemistry for Thursday, but I didn’t do any math at all. I’m planning on working on it during my break tomorrow between Accounting and English. Alisha will probably be there so maybe both of us will work on it. Or we might do Accounting instead. I’m not sure. I wonder if she is going to sit up by me tomorrow. I didn’t sit in the back with her on Monday because I broke my glasses over break, and I would not be able to see. I’m going to sit in the same spot. Hockey games on, I hope the wings win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-2260061679935524792?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2260061679935524792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-january-20-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/2260061679935524792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/2260061679935524792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-january-20-2009.html' title='Tuesday January 20, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-76697482842465005</id><published>2009-01-20T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:53:14.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday January 19, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day of Accounting and English. So I went to Accounting and Alisha brought one of her best friends, Alyssa, to class with her because Alyssa didn’t have school on account of Marten Luther King Jr. day. So anyways Accounting was sort of boring. After accounting I went to the library and Alisha and Alyssa also went to the library and I talked to them while we were walking over there. When we got there they go some food, and I went off to a table and started reading chapter one of my accounting book. So I got almost all the way through the first chapter and they came over and said that I looked bored. So we sat there and chatted for awhile, and then they headed off to English class. So after like 10 minutes Alisha sent me a text message. Apparently it was really crowed, so Alyssa decided that she would rather come and talk to me instead of sitting on the floor. So we talked about school and a whole bunch of other things until my English class started. So Justin and I were planning on studying between classes and he sent me a text at like 10:30 (my class started at noon) and said he was on his way. &lt;!-- adsense --&gt;We didn’t end up meeting up and I really didn’t understand it. But later on he told me that he has his class at South Campus, so not it makes sense. I thought he was coming from B building at Center or something. Thought he was really close, but he was not. Lol. Alisha ended up texting me later and thanked me for talking to Alyssa. Said she had fun talking to me, and it saved her. Some of her friend from where she used to work had to tell her something and she didn’t want Alyssa to hear about it. Well anyways, this kid that she used to work with said that they had slept together and that’s why she quit her job. Total BS! Justin and I wanted to study after our classes were over, but we didn’t end up doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-76697482842465005?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/76697482842465005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-january-19-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/76697482842465005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/76697482842465005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-january-19-2009.html' title='Monday January 19, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-2262774015631299706</id><published>2009-01-20T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:53:34.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday January 18, 2009</title><content type='html'>So Vernon (VJ) and I slept in till about 11:30. I made soup and we watched a little bit of tv. After that we were talking about salvia for a long time and looking it up. Salvia is legal and your supposed to hallucinate while on it. (I’m not into smoking anything and Vernon knows this. Yeah I didn’t do any...) So he has been talking about getting a scale since last night and when we went to the store and looked for one, but could only find huge scales for weighing people. So we decided to go to tobacco town and get one there. It was like 25 bucks and VJ got it. We talked about asking how much the Silvia was in a hushed tone, but neither of us really wanted to ask. So we went back to my house and JV was talking to Mark. They decided that they wanted to try Silvia, so Mark came over and took us back up there. VJ is a wimp and can’t really ask, so mark and I went in. I asked where it was (it was actually right next to the scale that we bought, and I’m suppressed that we didn’t see it before. lol) So it was 18.01 for 1 gram of 5x Salvia. VJ wanted to get 20x or 10x at the least, but he only gave me 16, and I pitched in the extra 2 bucks so he could try it. Mark then took us over to VJs house. VJ got Mark to go first in trying it, and it was so fucking funny. He thought VJ’s ceiling was rain drops, and a bunch of other shit. &lt;!-- adsense --&gt;I videotaped it so I can watch it over and over again. He mumbled a lot and that was funny too. When mark trip was over, he went home because he had a few things to do. I didn’t realize it at the time but I was stranded at VJ’s because Mark drove us all there. Mark was planning on coming back but that didn’t happen. Cody was also planning on coming over after going to his g/f’s house, but he didn’t end up going, and also didn’t come over to VJ’s hosue. So I sat around in VJ’s room doing nothing and watching tv for awhile, and eventually asked his mom to drive me home. She was cool about it. When I got home Mikey and I started shoveling the driveway and Justin from Calculus called me asking for help. We talked about meeting up tomorrow between classes. I also sent him an e-mail that showed him step by step how to do a hard problem. One that I though about for like 20 minutes before I finally got it. After that I just relaxed and did nothing. Accounting and English start tomorrow. I hope I meet some new people. It should be fun. Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-2262774015631299706?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2262774015631299706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-january-18-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/2262774015631299706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/2262774015631299706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-january-18-2009.html' title='Sunday January 18, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-7973816385326368405</id><published>2009-01-18T08:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:53:41.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday January 17, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today Mikey and I did nothing for the first part of the day. We ust sort of lazed around. Mikey didn’t even eat anything until dad got home. When dad got here he wanted us to help him get grandma and grandpa packed so they could catch their plain on time today. So I helped grandma and grandpa pack before leaving for the air port. We spent a few hours over there and it was not that bad. The porch was really slick though. I thought grandma or grandpa might slip so we took extra precautions to make sure they didn’t. Then after we were done packing, dads dropped us off at home. After that he picked up his g/f to drive the car back so he does not have to pay for parking. We Didn’t do much after that. Pretty much lazed around the house again. Around 6ish VJ texted me and said the laser edge (laser tag) overnighter was tonight. That is, laser tag from midnight to six in the morning. I got ready and took a shower and everything and then Mikey wanted to go. At first I thought we would have a full car without him. VJ thought Cody, Brandon, and Mark were coming. But it ended up that none of them came. So it just ended up being VJ, Mikey, and me. So we get there around 11 and pretty much no one is there. So we waited till midnight and there were about 25 people there. &lt;!-- adsense --&gt;We really didn’t want to be in two small groups. We went in to scope it out, and we didn’t really like the “type” of people that were in there so we decided that chocolate would be better than spending 30 bucks to stay there for 6 hours. We then drove to Wall Mart and each got some whoppers, and VJ got this huge thing of assorted candy. We were going to get pizza rolls, but they were 3 dollars. I know they are cheaper at Kroger, so we decided to get them there. So we go there and what do you know? They are closed. They close at midnight, so we were an hour and a half late. We went to CVS looking for pizza rolls next, but they didn’t have them. VJ and I almost went to the Walgreens that was next door, but as we pulled out we decided not to. Then we went back to my house, made a pizza up, thought about watching a movie, and went to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-7973816385326368405?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7973816385326368405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-january-17-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/7973816385326368405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/7973816385326368405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-january-17-2009.html' title='Saturday January 17, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-500334113230119915</id><published>2009-01-18T08:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:54:02.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday January 16, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today I had 2 dreams that I wanted to write down, but my dad needed help up at grandmas house so I went with him. By the time we got home (around 5ish) I totally forgot one of them, and only vaguely remember the other one. For some reason people were chasing me, and we hid in some sort of tower thing that had dirt ramps up to it. And as the bad guys came up, this magical lady cast a spell to put cement walls (or some sort of strong walls) up around us so they could not get us. My dream was a little weird, but its not so bad. So anyways we went up to grandma’s house today. The first thing Mikey and I did was go out on the lake. By the way the canal was still not frozen over with all this cold weather. I heard on the news that today was the coldest day in like 20 odd years. Today’s high was… ummm… 6 I think? And low was around -10 or something. That’s without the wind chill. So back to going outside at grandmas. We went out on the ice and I ended up writing my name in cursive way out by the weeds. &lt;!-- adsense --&gt;It was fun being out on the ice, but in it few minutes we had been out there, my face had started to feel like it was freezing. So we didn’t stay out there long. So when we got back in dad told us what we were going to be doing. We were going to put plastic on the windows to help keep the heat in while grandma was in Florida. So that’s what we did from like 11-4. It took a lot longer than any of us thought it would. When we finished, dad cooked up chicken and we hurried out of there after that. Dad was meeting his g/f to go see a movie tonight. He was really rushed because he was running out of time and didn’t want to be late. So he dropped Mikey and I off at home and went to his date. I pretty much just worked on math after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-500334113230119915?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/500334113230119915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-january-16-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/500334113230119915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/500334113230119915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-january-16-2009.html' title='Friday January 16, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-3430198680137835179</id><published>2009-01-16T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:54:10.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday January 15, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day of Calculus 2, and Chemistry 1180. In math Justin, Alisha, and Phil were all sitting next to me, and this kid to my left (didn’t get his name) seemed pretty cool. In chemistry Phil and Shawn from chemistry 1170 were there and sitting next to me. I also saw Dill-zaw (I forget how to spell it. lol) and Doug but I don’t really give a crap about either of them. lol. I introduced myself to the person sitting next to me in chemistry. Her name was Siviya (Siv-e-ya). She seems pretty cool. Maybe I could start a study group or something with her, Shawn, and Phil. Ummm… she’s dating someone that’s in Accounting classes (I’m taking an accounting class so it came up. lol) and this is her second year in college. Don’t really remember much else. So around 9 I call Matt, and he said we are not working tomorrow because the battery in his truck drained again. What a bitch! That sucks…. So maybe we will work on saurday. &lt;!-- adsense --&gt;So I don’t remember if it was today, or yesterday, but anyways I found out par of the reason Amanda was so bummed and sad the other day. She found out that Andrew (her b/f) has a scholarship here and Michigan (does not have a lot of money himself) and is not ready to move out of state. So now there is no chance of him going with her down to Florida for school next year. She had hope up until then, and now its all gone. She also said some other shit happened, but I have not heard the whole story yet. I might get that soon….idk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-3430198680137835179?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3430198680137835179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-january-15-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/3430198680137835179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/3430198680137835179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-january-15-2009.html' title='Thursday January 15, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-7326652353780074672</id><published>2009-01-16T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:54:16.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday January 14, 2009</title><content type='html'>I got up around 7:45 today and got ready to work with Matt. When I got there his son was there with his kid. Matt had me warm up the workshop, but I don’t really know why. After like 15 minutes he came out and said the car would not start. So we put the charger on it, and after it charged up, we headed out. We dropped a few things off and ohh yeah, Matt took his phone into the shop yesterday to get it fixed. Anyways, the lady there took it apart in hopes of fixing the speaker, but ended up shorting out Matt’s sim card, and he lost all of his numbers! So while we were driving today I helped him put some numbers in his phone. So after we dropped a few things off, we went back to the house and picked up the locks that we were going to do. There were 13 of them. So we picked them up and we went to lunch. It was pretty good. Then we drove to the place we were going; it was way out by the airport. LONG DRIVE. So we put the locks on pretty quick, but the drive there and the drive back were SO LONG. We probably spent half of the day driving. Lol. Worked 8 ½ hours, so that makes 26 hours that he owes me now. School starts tomorrow&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-7326652353780074672?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7326652353780074672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-january-14-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/7326652353780074672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/7326652353780074672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-january-14-2009.html' title='Wednesday January 14, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-8046285922913988447</id><published>2009-01-14T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:54:36.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday January 13, 2009</title><content type='html'>So today I got up a little before 5:45 because I was working with Matt at 7 and I need time to get ready. I planed on leaving like 5-10 minutes early, but lucky me I ended up taking a longer shower than usual and didn’t give myself any extra time than usual. I wanted extra time because we got about 2 inches of snow and I thought it was going to be slow going. It did not end up being so bad, just like the other days. It slowed down right before 12 mile road, so I took 12 mile to Harper to Matt’s house. So first off we picked up some bagels for the job that we were going to do. That’s just sort of what Matt does. People remember food, they remember him, they call him again. It seems to work. Anyways we dropped the bagels off at one location and headed over to the other. Right when we picked up the bagels, Matt realized that the person who was supposed to give us the parts to do the job didn’t get them. He lost Matt’s order or something. So we had to drive to the other side of town (opposite of where we were going) to pick up our parts. The guy that worked there told us that he had a new toy so we went to the back. He pulled out a huge gun! It was heavy duty. It was awesome! So Matt found someone that was as in to cars as him, and they talked for like 15 minutes. We then went and did a one job. Thinking about it now I don’t remember what we did. Lol. So after that we went and did the panic bar. Where we did the panic bar, the inside was like a lab. There were beakers and test tubes and a whole crap load of other scientist like toys. We finished that with almost no problems. Matt planned on taking me back to his house after that because I had told him that I had an orthodontist appointment; however, the bank called him all pissed off saying “we payed 120 for this and it does not work! FIX IT!” (the bank does not pay matt, his friend that works for him pays Matt. And he only pays matt 50 bucks, so he makes 70 bucks!). &lt;!-- adsense --&gt;So the first thing that comes to Matt’s mind is that the people who lived there broke back in and changed the locks. So he hurries over there and puts his gun on his belt. We get over there and Matt takes the key, puts it in the bottom, turns it. It does not move, but he realized that the dead bolt was on. So he undid that and it opened right up. MAN WOULD I HAVE FELT DUMB IF I WERE HIM. So anyways the bottom one had to be put in just right or it would not fit at all. Still I would have expected him to try a little harder. He was dressed up all nice like, in a suit and nice trench coat and everything. We get back to Matt’s house and its like 12:30, and my orthodontist appointment was not till 2:20. I didn’t want to drive all the way home and then drive all the way back out there (my orthodontist is like 5 minutes away from Matt’s house.). So I decided to call Amanda and see if I could chill at her house for an hour so I would not have to drive all the way home. I ended up having a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and it was pretty good. Then we stated chatting it up and said that Andrew was on his way over already and they were going to take a shower together. Nice…. So he gets over to Amanda’s and shoves the end of the driveway so he does not get stuck again. When 2 rolled around I headed over to 11 n Gratiot (where my orthodontist is located). It went pretty good. I lost a bracket somewhere, but the first three lost are free, and I have not lost any. Next time I go, they are going to take x-rays and then they will be able to tell how much longer I will need them, and if they will need to replace the bracket. Oh yeah I worked 5 ½ hours with Matt today, so now I’m up to 17 ½. Matt is going to call me later and pick a time to start working tomorrow. So Amanda and I were supposed to go to the book store today, but she wanted to go to south campus and compare prices. I didn’t want to drive that much out of my way, so I said “let me know when your heading over to center campus.” About 45 minutes later she called me and said she would not be back in time to go with me, and that I should just go and get my books. When I called her later, I said something like “you seem sad or bummed” and she said yeah, both. So hopefully I’ll find out what happened later or tomorrow or something. I’m kind of wondering what happened. Spaghetti for dinner tonight =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-8046285922913988447?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8046285922913988447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-january-13-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/8046285922913988447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/8046285922913988447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-january-13-2009.html' title='Tuesday January 13, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-3801585071299545098</id><published>2009-01-14T18:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:54:42.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday January 13, 2009 Dream</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the first thing I remember about my dream is being in a car with VJ (I’m pretty sure its VJ anyways). So there are a lot of people lined up at his house waiting to talk to his mom for some reason. Anyways we drive by in a truck and VJ yells “MOM!” as we drive by and his mom looks around as if she does not know where he is. She is kind of confused. His is hilarious to us and we cant stop but drive by again. Even though this happened on North Branch in my dream, we drove around the block (in my dream I guess it was not a dead end street) and did it again. After that I was on some sort of trip with Kyle (I’m pretty sure it was Kyle). I know we have to get up early and 5ish is rolling around an alarm goes off and I can see Kyle (Or was it VJ? It was dark) looking around with his phone. Anyways like 30 seconds after that I got up and started looking through my phone. I went through the default backgrounds and saw a Detroit Tigers one. I immediately think “holy crap Kyle would love this!” and drop my phone. Then Kyle’s mom or Aunt (I don’t remember which) comes over and picks it up for me.&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-3801585071299545098?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3801585071299545098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-january-13-2009-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/3801585071299545098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/3801585071299545098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-january-13-2009-dream.html' title='Tuesday January 13, 2009 Dream'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-807704184442206379</id><published>2009-01-13T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:54:50.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday January 12, 2009</title><content type='html'>Well when I got up I knew I was having some sort of interesting dream; however, my dad knocked on my door and asked me to help him shovel snow (it’s 7 am) before he and I got to work. So in the process of him waking me up I totally forgot about the dream I was having. One of those “oh crap what was it about again?” So I threw on a pair of pants and a hoodie before going down to eat. We shoveled almost all of the driveway and then dad left for work. (We didn’t do the very end of it where it slants down onto the street). Then I got back to my regular schedule and took a shower. After that I decided to watch a movie on my computer to pass the 20 minutes I had before heading off to work with Matt at 9. I almost forgot a belt as I ran out the door right on time. There was some traffic again (last time I worked with matt there was also some) so I was a few minutes late, but Mass does/did not really care. He showed me how to make up some new cores and I did 2 of those and ended up doing 3 (or was it 4?) Kaba Peaks cores also. Along with the 2 cores he showed me how to do I made up 10 of each key. These keys were for “medical use.” &lt;!-- adsense --&gt;These keys in particular are used to lock “crazy people” up. Crazy people like that are strapped down and put in a white mattress rooms. These are very restricted keys and they have to be kept in a safe, so Matt had to open it up to get them out. After that I made a few other things for him, and then we hit the road. Matt was planning on doing a panic bar today, but he decided that it would be better if we did it tomorrow morning instead (7AM start). So we went to Triumph Hospital and changed out a core and gave them the extra keys that they wanted. What was listed in Matt’s computer was wrong about what key was in a door, so we had to go back out to the car and make some new keys for that. We also dropped something off at another places, but I don’t remember the name of it. After that we drove back to his house and I was done for the day. Worked 7 hours today and 5 hours the other day, so that makes 12. Plus whatever we do tomorrow and Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-807704184442206379?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/807704184442206379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-january-12-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/807704184442206379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/807704184442206379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-january-12-2009.html' title='Monday January 12, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-1124856910464464008</id><published>2009-01-13T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:54:55.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday January 12, 2009 Dream</title><content type='html'>Well last night I had a weird dream. I was taking a dump and I forgot to pull down my shorts and it started coming out my legs. Yeah that is sort of nasty. I might have had this dream because my stomach was bothering me for a few hours before I went to bed. Well&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-1124856910464464008?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1124856910464464008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-january-12-2009-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/1124856910464464008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/1124856910464464008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-january-12-2009-dream.html' title='Monday January 12, 2009 Dream'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-2953063880628609062</id><published>2009-01-11T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:55:01.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday January 11, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty boring. I didn’t do much at all. I texted a little bit and looked up a bunch of shit online. I mostly looked up things about blogging and making money. I watched some survivor man and a bunch of stuff on the history channel about Dec 2012 being the end of the world. Dad came home with his g/f and picked up some stuff and then went up to the lake to cook up some salmon for grandma, grandpa, his gf, and himself. He asked if I wanted to go, but I didn’t really feel like it. Matt called me at like 7ish and I’m going to be working with him at 9 tomorrow morning. So I need to get up like 7:40ish to get ready and what not. So hopefully tomorrow will be a little more exciting.&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-2953063880628609062?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2953063880628609062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-january-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/2953063880628609062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/2953063880628609062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-january-2009.html' title='Sunday January 11, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-8171075936003939174</id><published>2009-01-11T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:55:05.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday January 11, 2009 Dream</title><content type='html'>I’m texting Alisha (I have no idea what we are talking about) and all of the sudden she calls me and asks me to hang our or come to a party or something. She also says something about having a boyfriend and said we should just be friends. By the way she said it, I took it as, I have a boyfriend, but I still like you. Or I might date you if I didn’t already have one. Not much of a dream but oh well.&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-8171075936003939174?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8171075936003939174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-january-11-2009-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/8171075936003939174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/8171075936003939174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-january-11-2009-dream.html' title='Sunday January 11, 2009 Dream'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-4756860056863884733</id><published>2009-01-10T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:55:16.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday January 10, 2009</title><content type='html'>Ok today I didn’t think I was going to do anything, but around 3 (I think?) my dad called me and asked me to go up to the apartments to plow. I tried to say something about the roads being bad, but he just said take your time. So I decide to see if VJ wants to come with me so we can get some stuff done there. I call him and he says yes, so I start to get ready. By the time I’m done he sent me a text asking if Cody could come because it would make it more fun. So I pick the two of them up and spend a hell of a lot of time driving up there. I bought some McDonalds for them for helping me out. So then we get up to the apartments and start plowing. People are in my way for turning around at the side of the building, so I had to back up a lot. After awhile a few people come out and I’m sort of confused because I didn’t really expect anyone to come out. Then Tammy came out and said that she was going to have everyone come out and move there cars so I could get better runs. It made things so much easier! They all moved to one side, and then the other. Tammy also asked if she could have the keys so she could plow in the morning. I thought it would be ok, so I said yes and I called my dad and made sure (he didn’t care, and thought it was a good idea too). After we plowed for about an hour and a half or so, we finished up and headed inside. We have 5 apartments vacant, and only one of them is clean enough to rent at the moment. So we went into 109 (where the cars were. By the way Tammy got the cats out of there now) and took out the mattress and a bunch of clothes. Both Cody and VJ looked around for things they might want and VJ actually found a dvd player (I have doubts that it works though. lol). &lt;!-- adsense --&gt;Then we went upstairs to 207 and there was a bunch of stuff up there. A couch, a tv, and a “turn on picture waterfall” just to name a few. They had a bunch of vhs’s and dvds in a bag, but it turned out that all the dvds were empty. So we took the tv and waterfall picture down to my room, and vj took the dvd player. Oh yeah we also found 5 or so Playboys in the bathroom . So we took those with us. We also went into 210 and moved a few things out of there and looked at 202. On our way out I got the quarters. We were thinking about seeing a movie, but VJ didn’t have any money. Then Cody and VJ were planning on staying the night at VJ’s but his mom was being retarded and did not want anyone over. Patrick called Cody and asked what they were doing and Cody and VJ (after talking his mom into it) both spent the night and Patrick’s house. I was planning on getting pizza for the 3 of us for them helping me, but Patrick’s house was before the pizza place so I just said fuck it. I texted Amanda when I got back home. She said that her and Andrew were having some sort of small Argument, “bumps” but that’s normal. That’s why she was texting me last night for the most part. She did not want to talk to him at the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-4756860056863884733?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4756860056863884733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-january-10-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/4756860056863884733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/4756860056863884733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-january-10-2009.html' title='Saturday January 10, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-1203595673151287592</id><published>2009-01-10T20:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:55:24.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday January 10, 2009 Dream</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was at a beach with a pretty steep drop off into the water. Like 30 degrees! Anyways as the waves come up its almost like the whole island (or whatever I am on) is shaking. Shaking back and forth like 90 degrees. I am at the top of the income where it levels out, and there is a metal beam there (probably to support a building or something). The waves would come up, and as they went down, the whole island seemed to turn 90 degrees. Like do much that the metal beam that was straight up was level for me to walk on. Anyways I was trying to hold on to Timmy while all of this was happening. I seemed to be the only one affected by the whole turning ninety degrees thing. So throughout the dream I’m trying to hold onto Timmy and its really hard because the island keeps trying to flip me into the water. If it were not for the beam, I would get tossed into the water when the waves retreated. Towards the end of the dream, I think I trade off for Melissa. After this dream (or maybe before) I had a dream about Kim and I falling asleep. We were both laying somewhat near each other and she started rubbing the top or my had with her finger, and just as I was falling asleep (in my dream) she got up and said something like I should get some sleep (implying going home, so I went. Weird).&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-1203595673151287592?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1203595673151287592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-january-10-2009-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/1203595673151287592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/1203595673151287592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-january-10-2009-dream.html' title='Saturday January 10, 2009 Dream'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-6775100872373615049</id><published>2009-01-10T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:55:37.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday January 09, 2009</title><content type='html'>Well I worked with Matt today. Didn’t go anywhere, just went to the workshop and made a bunch of different keys. While I was making keys he went out to open some houses up for the guy that cleans them out (bailiffs?). Anyways he got stuck out there doing another one, so I had like 2 hours down time where I just did nothing and texted VJ. Dad called me about Henrietta (an older lady) in 102. Her heater went out and dad wanted me to call “frank heating and cooling” and set up an appointment with them and call and let Henrietta know about it. After like 5 minutes, dad called me back and said he would take care of it and that he had forgotten that I was working with Matt. Tammy had already taken care of it though so dad didn’t really have to do anything. During my down time I talked to dad and VJ about the apartments. Dad agreed and VJ wanted to help. So one of these days VJ and I are going to go to the apartments and clean the junk out of them, and maybe do some painting. Probably give VJ like 20 bucks a night for helping out for a few hours. Yeah, VJ’s grandpa on his moms side died yesterday, so that sucks  they are having the funeral stuff on Monday I think. After working Amanda and I went up to the book store in hopes of getting our books, but we got there and saw that they were closed. There hours are, Mon-Th till 6:30 and Fri-Sat till 3:00 and it was going on 5 (maybe 6?) when we got there so we defiantly missed it for today. Lol. We will prob go on Monday or Tuesday. So she dropped me back off at home, and about 10 minutes later I got online (via Meebo) and Kim asked what I was up to, and I said “sitting at home bored” so she asked if I wanted to hang out and I agreed. I did send Amanda a text message and made sure that it was not going to make her mad. (I’m thinking that I probably would have gone anyways, but I don’t really want to get on Amanda’s bad side). &lt;!-- adsense --&gt;So we were talking about what we were going to do and we decided that we are going to play DDR a little bit anyways, so I bring my (or rather Mike wilmounts) DDR games and mat. So we played DDR and then played with Kim’s dog, princess. Her grandma made chocolate chip cookies while we were there, and they were very good! We ended up looking up funny videos on youtube, and she showed me a video that she made with her friend Ashley in 10th grade (actually I was in Ashley’s class and remember seeing it in class, but I did not know who Kim was in 10th grade). So that was kind of cool to realize that she was in a video that I had seen such a long time ago. Oh yeah, almost forgot. Amanda texted me while we were hanging out with Kim and asked if we were still hanging out, and said she was texting me b/c she was bored at D &amp; B (where we had our senior all night party I’m pretty sure) and pretty much just watching Andrew and his friend(s) play games. Idk if that’s the real reason (because she never seems to text me for no reason like that). I think she wants to make contact with Kim or something, but I’m not really sure. Deep down I think she WANTS to, but on the surface she does not want to because she is friends with Kelly and Steve. Kim also brought up Alisha (cuz I was talking about her online I guess) and about not being able to hang out and said I should just ask her when she is available instead of me picking what day we hang out. I already texted that to Alisha, and I hope it works out. She said “ok I will I know one day my mom is taking me to mall n then wed my cousin is coming down w her 2 kids but ill let u know” that sounds pretty good  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-6775100872373615049?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6775100872373615049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-january-09-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/6775100872373615049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/6775100872373615049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-january-09-2009.html' title='Friday January 09, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-3105311218244203771</id><published>2009-01-10T20:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:55:46.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday January 08, 2009</title><content type='html'>Well I took grandma and grandpa home today. Went to the store (Kroger) and bought what they needed for home and came back and packed them up. Grandpa “messed him self” and was cleaning it up, but I was talking to him and he said something like “it was a mess. M-E-S-S, with TWO S’s. It was really funny the way he said it. Got to there house and unpacked everything and got a call for the apartments. It was a lady with an English accent and she was having trouble picturing where it was until I said something about the baloneys. She immediately said OH THAT’S THE PLACE? I SAW A BLOND LADY WITH TWO BIG DOGS GOING CRAZY ON A TENENT. I DON’T EVEN WANT TO LOOK AT THAT PLACE! So that does not seem good at all. We need to kick her out of there. When I was last there the cats were still in 109, and I set water out for them and they CHUGED it down. They must have been thirsty as hell!  Anyways Mikey stayed after school for extra credit stuff and I picked him up after school. Which reminds me, I set up the Bluetooth in the car and as I pulled out of the driveway Amanda called me up and I got to test it out. It works really good, and its pretty cool. So after I picked Mikey up, Amanda came over about an hour later. Amanda, Andrew, and I went to the mall to exchange my hoodie for a larger size. We got there and were thinking about trading it back in for cash, but she only brought the coupon (Nice Job. lol) that they gave her instead of the receipt. But I didn’t see the Sherpa lined on that was online, so it didn’t matter anyways. I’m thinking about hanging out with Kim because it seems like she wants to, but I sort of want to talk to Amanda about it before I do. I don’t think she would care, but I don’t know. I would feel kind of weird if Andrew were there and I started talking about that so that’s why I didn’t bring it up today. I really want a lined hoodie now because I saw one at one of the stores we went to but I’m going to look around before I buy one.&lt;!-- adsense --&gt; So then we drover back to my house and they dropped be off and my dad got home like a half an hour later. We talked about apartments for awhile and moving and bills and stuff. We have 5 vacant apartments. Not to mention a few people not paying… So I looked up Nancy Manor online and sent a message to change the old number to my number. Idk how long that will take to figure out. After that we headed out to the store in hopes of finding a camera that we could use to take pictures of the apartment, and individual apartments to put up online for other people to look at and hopefully call. While we were at the store Matt decided to call me  (it was already 10, and he asked if I was sleeping) and wanted me to work at 9:30 tomorrow. I agreed. I wish he would give me like a days advance or something. That would make things so much easier to plan and what not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-3105311218244203771?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3105311218244203771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-january-08-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/3105311218244203771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/3105311218244203771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-january-08-2009.html' title='Thursday January 08, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-6257251631011453798</id><published>2009-01-10T20:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:55:56.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday January 08, 2009 Dream</title><content type='html'>Ok, So I’m at my middle school and can’t find my locker and I have to get to gym class. I must have forgotten where it was. So I’m rushing through crowds of people trying to find it. I thing I found it and try a combination but it does not work. So I scavenge around trying to find it and I fin it in my stuff. Its locker 541 (I think) and it says it’s by my sixth hour (I of course don’t know where the hell this is) So I go around the corner looking for it and I end up passing my gym class and my teacher says I’m going to be late if I’m much longer and to run to my lockers and what not so I’m not late. So I start running and turn the corner and there my locker is. So I quickly put my stuff into my lockers and grab my gym stuff. So I run into the gym locker room and throw my stuff in a locker (I don’t have a lock with me, idk if I forgot it in my locker or what, but I don’t have one) and run out to the gym. I’m pretty sure it’s the gym that I had in middle school. Well everyone is lined up stretching and as I run out they finish up stretching and start doing a lap around the gym, so I join in. After that, my gym teacher (Mr. Johnston, my High school gym teacher) has us doing some funky stretching, but I can really feel it in my legs and seems to be helping my stretch out. Ok, So all of the sudden gym is over an d I’m out in the halls and I realize that I left my stuff in the locker room. So I take a stroll over there to pick it up. I get in there and open my locker, and WHAT THE FUCK! My stuff is not in there, so I open a few lockers around mine. I know I had a pair of shoes, underwear, chap stick, and the new hoodie that Amanda got me. I open the one just to the right of it, and I see my shoe, or what’s left of it. The complete back of it is just ripped off. I started to get really pissed off, but then I turn around and see my hoodie a little bit cut up and all fucking muddy as shit. Just about the same thing happened to my other shoe. And I had just gotten all of this yesterday (in my dream anyways). So I’m fucking pissed and start looking for an open locker to fuck some shit up. I see a locker with a nice size chunk missing out of it, so I try to open it, but no luck. So I grab my stuff and head out. In the hall I see my friend Chuck (was in my gym class and worked at McDonalds with my sister awhile ago). He was in my gym class (don’t remember seeing him in the class while we were running or stretching or anything, but I just know he was I guess… lol) so I take him into the locker room and ask him if he saw anything. He said he was right here when it happened (the set of lockers parallel but one down). I asked him who did it, and he said Anthony (don’t remember the last name) where there when they came it. &lt;!-- adsense --&gt;Just a bunch of gang bangers came in and started fucking stuff up. So then I said take me too him. He seems hesitant, but we head back out into the halls and run into someone I’m pretty sure is the kid. I walk up to him and ask if he is Anthony. Chuck immediately says so, that’s so and so (said a different name, but I don’t remember what name it was) but the kid says something like, yeah, who’s asking. (said his last name too so I knew it was the kid.) (In real life the kids name was Clint and he was in my gym class too) So I wrap my arm around his neck and start dragging him to the gym lockers and talking about what he did. “I just fucking got these shoes and hoodie yesterday, why the hell did you fuck them up!” He struggles to go into the locker room, so I let him go and threaten him until he backs up into a corner. I tell him he needs to buy me new ones and that’s he’s going to get an ass kicking. I tell him that I could through this shoe through the double plated glass if I wanted too. But I start to walk up to him, and I see him through the glass now. What the hell? He must have gone through the glass or something. IDK. So I look through and can see him scrambling around, and I notice that all the stuff that had gotten screwed up, I had taken off, and somehow they were with him on the other side of the glass. So I try to open the door to the room, and of course it’s locked. So I run to the next one, and what do u know, it has a key in it, and I open it but it will not close and it swings back open. Lucky for me it connects to the room I want to get into, but as I go in I can hear a security guard notice that the door was open and starts coming this way. I guess this is a teacher’s entrance and I’m not supposed to be there. I started running faster so I could get a few nice shots in on this kid before the security guard broke it up. So I get into the room, but don’t see the kid. All I see is my stuff scattered around, so I hurried around and pick all my shit up, and could hear the security guard getting closer and closer and I pick my stuff up. Now I had everything but my hoodie, and I cant seem to find it and I hear him just about to open the door. At the last second, I find my hoodie and quickly hide under a deck as the security guard starts looking around and then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-6257251631011453798?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6257251631011453798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-january-08-2009-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/6257251631011453798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/6257251631011453798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-january-08-2009-dream.html' title='Thursday January 08, 2009 Dream'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-3215764476723854552</id><published>2009-01-10T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:56:14.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday January 7, 2009</title><content type='html'>So today I was planning on hanging out with Alisha after my Dentist appointment. Everything seems all good. So Around 12:30 I’m thinking about taking a nap because I’m pretty tired, but I decide to run back over to my computer for a few minutes to finish up what I was doing. Then dad calls me and reminds me that he wanted me to make a deposit for him. So I decide to get ready for hanging out with Alisha. I take a shower and dress up in all matching blue and I look pretty good. (my Ecko jeens, American Eagle shirt that I just got, my Aeropostal hoodie that Amanda got me and Aeropostal underwear that Brittany got me) (I just realized that the monkey underwear that she got me was from Aero yesterday. LOL, I’ve had those for forever.) So after I get all dressed up my grandma wants me to stop back by CVS to try and get grandpas pads (he’s been having issues since the radiation started) and drop a letter off in the box at Card and Hall road. So I finish that up and head home and me and Mikey hang out for a little while. Then we leave for our cleaning. It goes by pretty fast and they thought we needed to fill out information, but half way through they found that we already had it on record. NICE. Lol. Afterwards, we stopped by the bank and deposited the quarters and took out 200 dollars so grandma had some cash on her. We then stopped by taco bell and grabbed food for all of us: Mikey, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, and I. We get home and start eating, and I decided to text Alisha. I was thinking about going to subway if she had not eaten yet and maybe going to a movie if she wanted to. When I texted her though, she said she was babysitting and could not hang out. Needless to say I was pretty bummed about not doing anything with her, so I texted Amanda because I had talked to her yesterday about going to the mall to swap out sizes in the hoodie that she just got me. Just my luck though, she already made other plans. &lt;!-- adsense --&gt;My dad, on the other hand, was taking my sister Jacque Christmas shopping and invited me to go along. I decided to go because I didn’t want to stay home, do nothing, and think about not hanging out with Alisha. We went to the thrift store and a few other places. All I ended up getting was a nice orange shirt (I think it might be a little too big for me, but I’m not 100 percent sure yet) and a pair of “work socks” that are supposed to be extra strength so they don’t get holes in them. Or at least not as easily. Oh yeah, Mikey ended up getting 20/20 for his extra credit that he did last minute. Nice job throwing it together. Lol. Another note on the hoodie. I was looking at the site online (where Amanda got the hoodie, Aeropostel) and saw a nice sherpa lined hoodie on sale for 25ish dollars(reg like 75-80ish!!!), so I’m thinking about trading the one she got me in, and paying the difference and getting that instead. That’s if they have it in my size in the store, or have it at all. It’s supposed to be really warm, so I hope they have it =] Tomorrow I’m planning on going to the book store with Amanda and then going to change hoodies or whatever. Nothing else really planned at the moment. Maybe calling Tyler or texting Justin from my math class to try and do something. Also might be taking grandma and grandpa home tomorrow before doing anything with Amanda. That’s if they feel up to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-3215764476723854552?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3215764476723854552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-january-7-2009_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/3215764476723854552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/3215764476723854552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-january-7-2009_10.html' title='Wednesday January 7, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-2812238479505398741</id><published>2009-01-10T20:05:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:56:22.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday January 7, 2009 Dream</title><content type='html'>So I’m at some sort of prison thing, and there is a competition going on so we have to go outside to do some of the events. Its winter and snow is all around. I’m in a group of three people: Richard (“win, whin” from 8th grade who moved) Scott Kass, and myself. The guards let me out the door, but it happens to be the wrong one. I end up going right up to the front gates, and what do ya know? The snow is piled so high in this corner that it goes up above the fence and down the other side. Almost so perfect that I cant help but think that someone planned this. If I really wanted to I could have just made a break for it. I hear someone say something about me, or rather asking if that’s really who tried to escape. I then proceed to go back to the front door, and tell them what happened, and they seem to understand. After that I went to an auditorium, and I am looking for my group. I happen to see Tyler (jan-cow-ski) and I don’t recall who he is sitting with, so I say hi to him before going down further into the auditorium. We talk for a few moments and then I wake up.&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-2812238479505398741?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2812238479505398741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-january-7-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/2812238479505398741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/2812238479505398741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-january-7-2009.html' title='Wednesday January 7, 2009 Dream'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-7319787652431802211</id><published>2009-01-10T20:05:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:56:27.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday January 6, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today is dads B-Day =] I woke up feeling like crap because it seems like my cold had gotten worse. I got up, did a few things and ended up taking a nap because I didn’t feel good. Dad went out with his gf to some vegetarian restaurant that he said was pretty good. Ummm…. Mikey put the new scrubs on at 9 and we stayed up till about midnight watching tv before going to bed.&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-7319787652431802211?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/7319787652431802211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-january-6-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/7319787652431802211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/7319787652431802211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-january-6-2009.html' title='Tuesday January 6, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-1954771964589879526</id><published>2009-01-10T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:56:37.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday January 5, 2009</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I woke up to a text message from Alisha, so I was like o shit, and jumped in the shower while she was texting me, and continued to reply while I was taking my shower. Anyways her two bestfriends, Chris and Alyssa, broke up the night before and she was up late talking to them. She was with her from Alyssa at the moment, and I said I would understand if she needed to spend the WHOLE day with her, aka not be able to hang out with me to help her friend feel better. Well I felt pretty sick and crummy this day so I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t hang out because I would not want to get her sick. Mikey went back to school today, and I keep making fun of him because I don’t go back till the 15th =]&lt;!-- adsense --&gt; Pretty much I just lazed around the house all day and didn’t do much. When dad got home he was making a trip up to the lake, so I decided that I wanted to get out of the house and go for a ride. I felt sick when we got there, but I ate some bread to help settle my stomach and it really helped. Then I had to help Mikey search for things for extra credit and he had all of break, but decided to wait till the last moment to do it. We ended up finding an item for everything that he needed, but idk how much he will get for it or how well he actually did at finding items.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-1954771964589879526?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1954771964589879526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-january-5-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/1954771964589879526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/1954771964589879526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-january-5-2009.html' title='Monday January 5, 2009'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-981049069843523149</id><published>2009-01-10T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:56:42.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday January 5, 2009 Dream</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I don’t remember my dream exactly, but I remember the end of it. There was some creepy guy talking to me. We were talking about music and books, and he said something like, I remember when a book took be to a dark place and something about some music and books being evil. Weird.&lt;!-- adsense --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5025990161519266497-981049069843523149?l=dayofbrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/feeds/981049069843523149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-january-5-2009-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/981049069843523149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5025990161519266497/posts/default/981049069843523149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayofbrian.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-january-5-2009-dream.html' title='Monday January 5, 2009 Dream'/><author><name>xbrianx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10384984800684567125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsWPdfYLEUk/SWq2K_acCkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz5WiUtXJBw/S220/1280768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025990161519266497.post-2147059280469956061</id><published>2009-01-10T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:56:48.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday January 4, 2009</title><content type='html'>Today I got up at 5:40 to work with Matt. Needed to meet him at his house at 7, but I need about 45 minutes to take a shower, get ready, and eat breakfast. We went to a jewelry store that was moving just down the street because they were having issues with there current land lords. (This is the place with a huge safe that Matt looked at, and had me take the plate off the smaller one to see if he would be able to put an electric combination on it.) We took off a few handles and installed all new ones. I accidentally stripped one of the screws while taking off the “hinge” so I had to drill it. Nothing really exciting went on after this, but we stopped and got lunch at Coney Island and it was really good. The small one that’s right in downtown. After all this I was pretty tired, but today was Bills B-Day, and my mom asked me to come over and go bowling with them, so I did. &lt;!-- adsense --&gt;I went over there and laid on the couch for awhile because they were still sleeping. I started to get a runny nose and started to feel like crap, but once I got up and moving, it was not so bad. We had a lot of fun, and a bunch of people went: Mom, Bill, Mikey, Christy, Her Bf Mike, Jacquie, Her Bf Mike, Tiffany, Aaron, Brittany, and I. By the end everyone was being wild, (maybe because all the older people were drinking a little bit….lol) and we were having a blast. I ended up picking up Brittany and putting her on my shoulders for a few seconds, but my stomach hurt a little after I did that, but did not last too long. We went to dinner after bowling. I don’t remember the name of the place (maybe Ikes ?) but I got some sort of sirloin stake. We got there 10 minutes b4 they closed, and they told us we had to order before so we hurried up and ordered in time. We went back to dads after eating and went to bed. Ohh yeah, I was talking to Alisha on Saturday (we were talking about hanging out on Saturday, but while we were talking about it she found out her cousins were going to stay later than she thought so she could not.). 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