<?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-8406909785716858303</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:35:09.540-07:00</updated><category term='Leaf'/><title type='text'>The Oracle</title><subtitle type='html'>When I wake early in the morning, lift my head, I'm still yawning...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matticus Finch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066704108230534464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406909785716858303.post-4741621497639279927</id><published>2007-04-24T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:32:50.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making new friends sucks balls</title><content type='html'>I'm old now. I'm 21. I know that really is nothing on the grand scale of things, but to me I just don't know what to do with myself. I can't make new friends. I just don't know how.  I wish things could be like the good ol days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days first off you have to find the people. They aren't just running around the neighborhood, playing street hockey, or in your class. That's the first hard part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that you have to talk to them and not be creepy. I mean you can't just walk up and be like hey I'm looking for a friend, are you interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN somehow if you get past that part you need crap to talk about, you can just ponder life and talk about bugs and dirt like when you were a kid and make up huge exaggerated stories and talk about urban legends that your brothers told you about. What are adults supposed to talk about? I mean frick!!!! I don't ever wanna grow up. I hate the thought that I'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNNA BE PETER PAN FOREVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn time. damn it to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways my boss invites me to his fiances birthday party, which is cool, cause he's a cool guy, but like when I get there I don't know how to talk to anyone, I seriously fail at life. I can't remember how to talk to people that I don't know AT ALL. I'm racking my brain to try and figure out how I used to make friends. What did I talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I made a close friend was like grade 11. I don't even know how long ago that was. Like 5 years or something.  I used to be able to make friends with girls so easy. Now i'm practically afraid of girls, and guys I havn't a clue what to say. I'm in a lose lose situation. I don't know how to be myself. I don't think i've ever been myself, I just make up a random personality to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah what do I do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a warm gun, momma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406909785716858303-4741621497639279927?l=mistercity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/feeds/4741621497639279927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406909785716858303&amp;postID=4741621497639279927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/4741621497639279927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/4741621497639279927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/2007/04/making-new-friends-sucks-balls.html' title='Making new friends sucks balls'/><author><name>Matticus Finch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066704108230534464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406909785716858303.post-1330917449217977013</id><published>2007-04-16T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:33:52.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Has Turned</title><content type='html'>Today I was thinking about how different the world is today compared to 15 years ago. It's mostly the internet. Instant communication is so different. Friends play more of a role now then they did for our parents generation. In the 70's and 80's growing up you made friends then as time went on friends moved, you moved, it was easy to lose contact with people. If the internet didn't exist now I probably wouldn't be friends with anyone from high school still. Right now I can't lost contact with someone unless i choose to. I have to consciously say, "I'm gonna stop talking to this person" Because everyone has an email if I ever wanna talk to someone I can just email them or perhaps chat to them on msn about whatever. I even find people on myspace/facebook that I havnt' talked to in years. I think this has all made us a lot more dependent on our friends than families. It's just weird thinking about it. I don't think most parents understand how important their kids friends are to them  even as they graduate and move on. One of the strange things is that it seems when you find someone on the internet that you havn't talked to forever it's a different relationship than it was before. I mean you might catch up on what you've been doing , and have a few long indepth conversations but then what happens? You just stop talking again because there is nothing to talk about. This happens all the time to me. I guess it happens with people that I'm not realllly good friends with. I mean all you can do after you've had those few good conversations is update eachother on your respective lives. Thats no fun. Who wants to do that 10 times a week to all your different friends. I'm rambling here, I don't even think I make sense. But alas the internet. It is indeed wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406909785716858303-1330917449217977013?l=mistercity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/feeds/1330917449217977013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406909785716858303&amp;postID=1330917449217977013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/1330917449217977013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/1330917449217977013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/2007/04/world-has-turned.html' title='The World Has Turned'/><author><name>Matticus Finch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066704108230534464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406909785716858303.post-8968499699272840647</id><published>2007-04-09T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T14:33:00.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soaring to new heights</title><content type='html'>I am a dreamer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Never before in my life have I had feelings so strong about having a destiny.  I could probably dream all day long. I like to imagine scenarios in my head, and play them out with different endings. I like to make movies in my head. Write books in my head. Solve problems in my head. Create secret societies in my head. Assassinate people in my head.  Kingdoms rise and fall all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is just my crazy imagination that thinks that I could have an important destiny. I want to lead a revolution.  I want to assassinate corrupt rulers. Bring down law breaking corporations. Unite people. Unite churches. Expose corrupt politicians.  Write a book that will influence one persons mind who will do all these things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be apart of something. I feel like I'm not needed at all. I think I need to start writing all my schemes down. When I'm dead they'll publish my journals and maybe, just maybe someone will read them. One day that person will be important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now.&lt;br /&gt;Will you still be sending me valentines?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406909785716858303-8968499699272840647?l=mistercity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/feeds/8968499699272840647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406909785716858303&amp;postID=8968499699272840647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/8968499699272840647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/8968499699272840647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/2007/04/soaring-to-new-heights.html' title='Soaring to new heights'/><author><name>Matticus Finch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066704108230534464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406909785716858303.post-1989827595541343422</id><published>2007-04-03T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:06:59.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Snow brings?</title><content type='html'>I just watched Lady in the Water. I liked it. I can also see how alotta people might not like it. You really have to be in the mood to get into a movie. Otherwise you will probably not appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another totally different thought. I will make my predictions about the mideast war soon to start here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, you need to know that operations for an attack on Iran are already underway. The United States has already violated international law several times and flown over Iranian land. The North American News hasn't picked up on this yet, but Iranians are already protesting on the fact that US jets have flown over several villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year and a half ago China and Russia did a few joint military exercises.   This was reported in international news. The story also noted that Washington was watching closely. This is a clear example of misdirection in the media. Washington is not "watching closely." They don't need to. They already know exactly what is going on. In case of conflict in the east, Russia and China have each others back.  This is the message they sent when they did joint military exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does this all tie into Iran you ask? Guess who the largest consumer of oil in the world is? That's right China. Now guess who supplies the majority of China's oil. That would definitely be Iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the US is about to invade Iran. This could mean disaster for China. I can say with guarantee right now that China will not stand idly by while their oil supply is threatened by a US led invasion of Iran. A war with China will draw Russia in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is happening and the whole world cringes on the thought that another MAJOR war could be about to happen, Syria, Lebanon, and all Israel's lovely neighbors will find this the opportune time to strike Israel and destroy them for good. Of course we all know Israel will never be defeated. Israel will strike back, take what is theirs, and lend a helping hand to the US invasion of Iran. Russia will then send out air strikes against Israel. Where God will rain down fire from the skies and destroy Russia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. That is what is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened once before, I came to your door, no reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406909785716858303-1989827595541343422?l=mistercity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/feeds/1989827595541343422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406909785716858303&amp;postID=1989827595541343422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/1989827595541343422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/1989827595541343422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-snow-brings.html' title='April Snow brings?'/><author><name>Matticus Finch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066704108230534464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406909785716858303.post-3120924086088392551</id><published>2007-03-28T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:22:15.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look here see.</title><content type='html'>I have these samurai swords in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that if someone were to break into my house, I wouldn't hesitate to grab a sword and slash their throat before repeatedly thrusting my sword into their stomach over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the police come, I would tell them that I wasn't sure if they had a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that it was possible that they would shoot me and amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the time of the season.&lt;br /&gt;For there is a time to live.&lt;br /&gt;And a time to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they would ask me why I felt it necessary to stab him so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that if i just slashed his throat, who's to say that he wouldn't pull out a concealed weapon and shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to fully dispose of his bodily functions so that I could go on living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I thought about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a way, to get back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406909785716858303-3120924086088392551?l=mistercity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/feeds/3120924086088392551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406909785716858303&amp;postID=3120924086088392551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/3120924086088392551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/3120924086088392551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/2007/03/look-here-see.html' title='Look here see.'/><author><name>Matticus Finch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066704108230534464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406909785716858303.post-5235980480256429338</id><published>2007-03-27T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:23:14.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THEN!!</title><content type='html'>So then my mom calls me up and tells me that she's taking a trip out here to see the person thats supposed to die in my dream... and she's coming at the exact time that that person is supposed to die. So really this is pretty strange for me. I'm actually thinking that ya know my dream might come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I really wonder what it will be like to know whats gonna happen in the future. Not in this weird omniscient way. Just having dreams of things that will happen soon. Does it make me responsible to do anything? Can I even change the future? Or does that make it not the "future" anymore. My theory is that if I tried to stop it I would fail every time. I think thats' how stuff like that happens anyways. I'll have to think more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is real,&lt;br /&gt;Real is love.&lt;br /&gt;Love is feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay that was cheating cause that was john lennon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406909785716858303-5235980480256429338?l=mistercity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/feeds/5235980480256429338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406909785716858303&amp;postID=5235980480256429338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/5235980480256429338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/5235980480256429338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-then.html' title='AND THEN!!'/><author><name>Matticus Finch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066704108230534464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406909785716858303.post-3515016881205114191</id><published>2007-03-22T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:34:17.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lately</title><content type='html'>I like the idea of a blog. It works nicely in my mind. I just need to write in it more often. I really don't do anything at all.  I get home from work and i check the internet for news, read my forums, read my music news, listen to music,  conspire things in my mind of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a dream about the future. Someone in my family dies. I'm pretty sure it was for real. So I wrote it all down and mailed it away to someone to open on April 30th. So we will see if i can tell the future then. That should be interesting i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been without WoW for like 2 months I think. I haven't missed it actually. It's been raining here lots, so I can't skate yet. but when it stops here i come so look out! Actually my ankles are gonna be so wrecked prolly. we'll see how far i can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are words that go together well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406909785716858303-3515016881205114191?l=mistercity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/feeds/3515016881205114191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406909785716858303&amp;postID=3515016881205114191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/3515016881205114191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/3515016881205114191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-lately.html' title='Life lately'/><author><name>Matticus Finch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066704108230534464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406909785716858303.post-7746560749331065997</id><published>2007-02-20T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:57:32.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaf'/><title type='text'>Addicts are us</title><content type='html'>So the last 2 years I've been addicted to world of warcraft. I'm finally over it. Smashed my comp, I'm not going back. I'm free at last. Reminds me of an old school dctalk song... lol! It's just been so hard to think these past couple years. I've consciously watched my brain lose knowledge. I've been mad at myself so many times, as I sit there and say,"Why can't I remember anything?" I've lost sooo much knowledge from back in the day. When I was younger I would regularly go over how I came to be and where I lived when I  little.  Just reviewing stories so I wouldn't forget them.  I'd always talk to adults and ask them questions about when they were young and so many would say that they couldn't remember anything from like til after they were teens. I always wondered how that happened. I could always remember a set number of stories from my childhood and I never let them go. Memories from when I was 4 have lasted with me until now. But now I understand how you can lose memories. When you get distracted or fill your brain with garbage... The old knowledge disappears. Now I have the painful task of trying to pickup where i left off. Who knows how long that could take. There's so much useless knowledge about world of warcraft that's stuck in my brain. I'm learning japanese again now. Since I kinda got distracted last time. I need to start skateboarding again so I can get back into shape. Or maybe I can just jog around the track. It's a 2 minute walk from my house. Everything I could need is so close to hear. Wavepool, track, skatepark. All within 3 minutes walking of my house. That's all I have to say right now. I'm just gonna sit on my couch and think about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say yes. I say no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406909785716858303-7746560749331065997?l=mistercity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/feeds/7746560749331065997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406909785716858303&amp;postID=7746560749331065997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/7746560749331065997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/7746560749331065997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/2007/02/addicts-are-us.html' title='Addicts are us'/><author><name>Matticus Finch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066704108230534464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406909785716858303.post-1065090710812225215</id><published>2007-01-14T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T13:00:12.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once There Was a Way</title><content type='html'>So I'm learning Japanese. It's pretty awesome I have to say. You don't have to learn alot of weird pronunciations. So it goes good with English. I'd like to go to Japan in the future and just live there. Was looking at  Japanese work visa's yesterday, but apparently you have to a have a job before you show up. So I guess I will just have to work illegally. If I didn't go to Japan though I would definitely want to go to Egypt, Greece, or Italy. I almost despise North America because we have no history here. I'd have died and gone to heaven if I could get a job working at some dig site swinging a pick axe around. History is the so awesome. I don't know why I am obsessed with it. Maybe cause I seem to always find clues from History about what is going to happen in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm going to read revelations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for karl the viking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles qoute of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, wait a minute mister postman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406909785716858303-1065090710812225215?l=mistercity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/feeds/1065090710812225215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406909785716858303&amp;postID=1065090710812225215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/1065090710812225215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/1065090710812225215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/2007/01/once-there-was-way.html' title='Once There Was a Way'/><author><name>Matticus Finch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066704108230534464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406909785716858303.post-6502111175391724225</id><published>2007-01-13T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:28:56.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oracle Speaks</title><content type='html'>Today is the day I start my blog and everyone will see how truly crazy I am. I would never go to a psychologist to be examined because I know they would lock me up forever. I am obsessed with the beatles so every post you will get a beatles qoute. I love H.P. Lovecraft. If you don't know who that is.. take it from me. Go educate yourself. If it weren't for him we would have no Stephen King, who of course brought a host of great books and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like giving people advice, so if you have questions about life, philosophy, the Bible &lt;---(really likes to learn about history and whatnot), or if you just wanna know where babies come from, don't hesitate to ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles qoute of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406909785716858303-6502111175391724225?l=mistercity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/feeds/6502111175391724225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406909785716858303&amp;postID=6502111175391724225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/6502111175391724225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406909785716858303/posts/default/6502111175391724225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistercity.blogspot.com/2007/01/oracle-speaks.html' title='The Oracle Speaks'/><author><name>Matticus Finch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00066704108230534464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
