<?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-15895986</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:34:56.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew Glasgow Comments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895986.post-113157193155326867</id><published>2005-11-09T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:32:11.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands Down</title><content type='html'>Hands Down  Dashboard Confessionals Breathe in for luck,breathe in so deep,this air is blessed,you share with me.This night is wild,so calm and dull,these hearts they race,from self control.Your legs are smooth,as they graze mine,we're doing fine,we're doing nothing at all.My hopes are so high,that your kiss might kill me.So won't you kill me,so I die happy.My heart is yours to fill or burst,to break or bury,or wear as jewelery,which ever you prefer.The words are hushed lets not get busted;just lay entwined here, undiscovered.Safe in here from all the stupid questions.&amp;quot;hey did you get some?&amp;quot;Man, that is so dumb.Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear...so we can get some.My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.So won't you kill me, so I die happy.My heart is yours to fill or burst,to break or bury, or wear as jewelery,which ever you prefer.Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,the dim of the soft lights,the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingersand the time on the clock when we realized it's so lateand this walk that we shared together.The streets were wetand the gate was locked so I jumped it,and I let you in.And you stood at your door with your hands on my waistand you kissed me like you meant it.And I knew that you meant it,that you meant it,that you meant it,and I knew,that you meant it,that you meant it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113157193155326867?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113157193155326867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113157193155326867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113157193155326867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113157193155326867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/hands-down.html' title='Hands Down'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895986.post-113155460549295449</id><published>2005-11-09T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:43:25.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runny</title><content type='html'>This is a well-loved topic of many, but it's never before beenwritten down... I wonder why? It will be an on-going saga of excreted goodness that will be freely available for all interested parties to make use of as they wish. I've heard freezing it and then grating it inside the sheets of anothers bed is quite the way to make friends. Poos:  Runny Chunky Smooth Solid Lumpy bits Sharp bits Multi-coloured I know you are begging for more details,but you aregonna have to wait forPart 2 of this lovely story.You will eventuallylearnthe steps toattainingfaecal nirvana in all its g(l)ory. Until thenclick herefor an episode of That C*nt Rabbitfor your entertainment (of sorts). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113155460549295449?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113155460549295449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113155460549295449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113155460549295449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113155460549295449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/runny.html' title='Runny'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113148565708084156</id><published>2005-11-08T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:34:20.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Raise Me Up"</title><content type='html'>Tears appear when things make you upset and sad, but what appears when things make you happy? you get really red in the face, when you get mad? But still nothing ever shows when you are happy Is it that smile across your face, that brightens the room or maybe the way you are caring, loving and true i know! It's that gleem in your eye you get to soon when you finally realize, your missing has grew I sat down one day, thinking for nearly five hours straight i still can't grasp the fact, that it's you i can't get enough That one dreadful day, is when terror struck it's fate but don't worry everyone, &amp;quot;You Raise Me Up!&amp;quot; One special person, has changed the outlook of my life regardless of the past he held, i know to only believe I look up and just think of him, whenever i have strife and i know you look back down, only for me to recieve so here's my tribute, to the greatest person that lived It's Dear Ol' Quentin Lykins, who you can't get enough It was heart over hearts, it was perfect to just give Again another tribute, &amp;quot;You Raise Me Up!&amp;quot; -Written by: Jordan Kochert- Dedicated to: Quentin E. Lykins, who still stands strong within me! I will ALWAYS LOVE you, and i miss you so dearly. Here's my tribute to you, and one gigantic hug. I also thought, that since your in heaven now, since God took your tired hands, then maybe i'm not afraid to die, because God will bring me to you, safe within heaven, again united with you! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113148565708084156?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113148565708084156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113148565708084156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113148565708084156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113148565708084156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-raise-me-up.html' title='&quot;You Raise Me Up&quot;'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113146803544193352</id><published>2005-11-08T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:40:35.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the lady doctor... Yikes!</title><content type='html'>I am soooo unbelievably nervous, lol... I get to go to the lady doctors for my physical today, wOOt WooT... Lol, yeah right... I'm not very excited about this one, hehe.... I can't wait for Thursday though, I get to go to the dentist! I LOVE the dentist. I know I'm crazy, but I do, oh I do... Lalala... I'm fucking tired, holy cow... I was up until like 2, waiting for Fletcher to call like he said he would, but that didn't happen. Oh well... I was too tired to get irritated. So I just crashed. My ankle hurts this morning like you wouldn't believe...  *A couple hours later*   Okay, so it wasn't THATbad, lol, just got home from the Doctor's andit wasn't all too bad. A little awkward, but not bad at all. I got a ride there from my Grandma and I walked the rest of the way back, well, sorta. I stopped over at Angela's on the way to rest and so we chilled for a bit there. That's like, 3 miles in the blazing sun, lol. Then Jimmy and Ethan both came over and me and Angela went with them to go get cigarettes. They both seem like pretty cool guys and they were nice, so I can see why she likes them...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113146803544193352?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113146803544193352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113146803544193352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113146803544193352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113146803544193352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/going-to-lady-doctor-yikes.html' title='Going to the lady doctor... Yikes!'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113139999525984451</id><published>2005-11-07T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:46:35.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man i have really gotten responses!</title><content type='html'>People ever since i have posted about me being Straight Edge and all, i have had alot of people who have read my blog tell me about it. Now, let me tell you this, if i said i was Straight Edge, then why would i lie? People have asked me, are you really that way? I keep on telling them yes. But you know what its cool, if they wanna know how i live then well im down with that. Anyway thats all i have to say for today. Im outta here! Later!    X Straight Edge X &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113139999525984451?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113139999525984451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113139999525984451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113139999525984451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113139999525984451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/man-i-have-really-gotten-responses.html' title='Man i have really gotten responses!'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113138097321274560</id><published>2005-11-07T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:29:33.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY</title><content type='html'>hehe i founds your colour of the hot rod, if not then close to it i know your there for me baby, but this guy he well he is the 41 year old i was telling you about he's said some worse things before in which mike has seen a lil bit of.  i kept telling him,&amp;quot;NO IM ENGAGED, IM HAPPY,&amp;quot; it came to the point where i blocked him, and so no mores of his ass. i knwo your there for me baby, as im there for you in life &amp;quot;we are one&amp;quot; as i said before my wedding vows to you were from the heart, i love you with all i am ron, you are my soulmate, you are my husband, you are my life, you are me. te amo mi marido, mi vida, mi tudo, mi corazon, i love you with all i am ron, and nothing nor no one will change that. i love you!!!  the hot rod, and the house me and you want &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113138097321274560?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113138097321274560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113138097321274560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113138097321274560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113138097321274560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/baby.html' title='BABY'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113131331905126139</id><published>2005-11-06T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T13:41:59.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>Today was biz-zee. DD &amp;amp; I made a trek to Albertville Outlet Mall and did a little shopping. DD got a pair of sandals, an ADORABLE red outfit, and some diaper covers and I got some new shoes. Have a look:  They are Merrell's and they are AWESOME!!! I have another pair of Merrell's I got several years ago and ever since I've been hooked. The only problem is I am cheap and they are usually expensive, however both times I've got them on sale for under $30. I rockI triedsomething new from nonaknits, but it doesn't work for me so I'll have to try some other time. I also ran some other errands; not very exciting. I supposed I should do my goal review now: 1. Finish DD's cardigan Done  2. Finish Striped tee Not done 3. Start on socks for DH Done  I really don't have much else to say on the matter. You can read about my trails and tribulations regarding the cardigan here. I'll write more on the other two when more gets done. Have a good day!  Beth &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113131331905126139?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113131331905126139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113131331905126139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113131331905126139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113131331905126139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113129482231718632</id><published>2005-11-06T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T08:33:42.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Hot Ballroom</title><content type='html'> I went with my dancer friends to see this independent film. In case you haven't heard of it, it's about these inner city kids in New York, who are required to take 10 weeks of ballroom dance. Unless you are already a supporter of the arts, this probably sounds strange. The best dancers from 6000 some 6th graders compete in several competitions. I went to this movie, anticipating the dancing to be interesting and fun to watch, but not having really high expectations for being challenged to think on a deeper level.  I was. This film excelled because it gave you a chance to see that magical shift in a kid's life that teachers who appreciate their jobs will tell you gets them out of bed in the morning. If playing nintendo could do the same thing for an inner city kid's self confidence and influence his or her life goals, I would support that too. I'm pretty serious about dance in general, but this movie gave me an insight into understanding why it is a unique art form.   I can't speak for the dance team/cheerleading side of dance because I really don't get any satisfaction from seeing cheesy and feigned expressions. However, for forms of dance which do communicate ideas, emotions, culture, and actually intend on creating something artistic, there is something to be said. Dance isa physically and creatively challenging discipline. In my own experience this past year, I've learned that the physical strength/coordination aspect of performing is only a part of the performance. There is so much more to being a strong presence. If you take the time to look, you'll see some performers just radiate onstage. The light shines out of them rather than on them. It's my personal belief that that kind of energy demands a strength within a person. I guess you could describe it in terms of self confidence and attitude, but that's probably an oversimplification. I think the best art is somewhat profound.       &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113129482231718632?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113129482231718632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113129482231718632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113129482231718632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113129482231718632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/mad-hot-ballroom.html' title='Mad Hot Ballroom'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113122718059925364</id><published>2005-11-05T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T13:46:20.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thats life</title><content type='html'> Most of you know me well enough to know that i always get something out of every experience. ha! So, i realized, without - convivendo com as pessoas- you cant really say you know them. Life has many twists, and MANY ups and DOWNS! many ups and downs indeed. Im beginning to think that, that is all life is. a bumpy road.   Ive learned much from the ones i spend time with, especially those who unintentionally put me in awkward situations. I learned that above ALL, its your actions and attitude that matter. reguardless of anyone, you should always be yourself, and keep low, avoiding any type of equality with the persont that is wrong. So i have found myself in a position where i am to choose in between, doing what others think is &amp;quot;normal&amp;quot; to do, and doing what i feel i should do. Surely i followed my own instincts and did what my heart told me, and of course, it just baffled the other person. Unexpectedly, my actions and reactions were not those of which they thought it would be. which i think is great. Anyway. I just learned that life can be SO darn rough. Sometimes to a point where you have no idea or explanation of what is happening to you. Until you go through this, you wont really understand.just....always forgive people i guess, even if it means that you kinda have to hold in the anger/sadness...any emotion...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113122718059925364?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113122718059925364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113122718059925364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113122718059925364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113122718059925364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/thats-life.html' title='thats life'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113120852426896366</id><published>2005-11-05T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:35:24.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Extreme Story</title><content type='html'>Angels and Demons twisted my mind, lol. What a complicated story! Everyone seems to have his/her reason and believes he/she is doing the right thing. However, as the truth is revealed slowly, one dilemma comes after another. Believing in God? There's no risk when God is on your side? This statement suddenly loses its power when the camerlengo realizes his fatal mistake. On the other hand, Robert seems to have had God's blessing to survive that landing, yet he doesn't believe in God. What camerlengo tries to do in the story has awaken me. Religions try to maintain people's faith in God by deliberately creating disasters and then saving people miraculously. This is so fake!!! It is definitely against God's will to have dishonest &amp;quot;God's children.&amp;quot; Faith does provide us with strength, but what's the point of believing in something if you know it'sfake or false or nonexistent?  Let your heart tell you, in the name of Love.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113120852426896366?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113120852426896366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113120852426896366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113120852426896366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113120852426896366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/extreme-story.html' title='An Extreme Story'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113114000680566475</id><published>2005-11-04T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:33:26.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris and the City</title><content type='html'> I spent the long weekend in Manhattan. It was such a wonderful experience. I have wanted to go there for as long as I can remember, and it was everything that I ever thought and more! It was a great getaway for me, and was another period of growth for me in a summer where I seem to be doing nothing but maturing and growing wiser. I guess it comes with age, as I'll be 22 in a month!  Anyhow, I spent alot of the weekend observing and thinking. The city is incredible. Everyone is so friendly to one another. It is the way that the world should be. And as I observed I came to the realisation that the world is filled with so much life and love. I witnessed that this weekend. And it felt good toknow that and feel that, because sometimes I feel that the worldand the people in it are just cold and lifeless. But that couldn't be furtherfrom the truth.  And as for the observations about myself. Well, I have to say I was pretty proud of myself. I was so nervous about going the week before because it was such a big city and I thought I was going to be terrified of the people and being by myself and what not. But it was great. I walked down Broadway at 4 o'clock in the morning without an ounce of fear in me. I enjoyed it so much. I never thought that I would be able to do something like that. It shows me how independant I am becoming.   As I continue down this journey of life and starting to figue out who I am, I realise that I still havequite a way to go.However, I can identify the problems and mistakes much more easily now, so fixing them will be an easy thing to do. I feel as though I am slowly becoming centered within myself. I have definatley become a much more spiritual person over the past few years. However, I still have my insecurites and weaknesses. At the same time though, I have found strength within myself in places that I didn't even know exsisted.   I am becoming more confident as I continue along. I am not the shy boy that I used to be. And i don't make apologies for being the person I am. Iam a caring person, I can be an obnoxious person, I am a homosexual and proud of it, I am a sexy guy, I can be a prude, I can be extremely judgemental and also the most understanding and patient person you have ever met. I'm needy, get annoyed easily and can be very moody. I am also one of the most loving people that you will ever meet. And these are just a few pieces of who I am. These are just pieces of me.   Work in Progress.   I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful So unloved for someone so fine I can feel so boring for someone so interesting So ignorant for someone of sound mind &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113114000680566475?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113114000680566475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113114000680566475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113114000680566475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113114000680566475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/chris-and-city.html' title='Chris and the City'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113112228812948098</id><published>2005-11-04T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:38:08.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Curriculum Vitae</title><content type='html'> Personal Data   Name  : Amar El Behiry  Nationality  : Egyptian  Date of birth  : 1983  Place of birth  : Cairo  Address  : Doha - QatarP.O. Box 20224  Marital status : Engaged  Contact Numbers: +974  5204464  4363609-19 URL : www.aamar.tk  II. Academy qualifications   BAC. Sec. Commerce &amp;quot;El Zaton Commerce High School&amp;quot; in Cairo .June 2000.  Professional Web Design (PWD) Diploma, Medcom Technology Solutions  &amp;quot;Microsoft Gold Certified Partner in Cairo.   Work Experience   Owner and the master of Amar on web Tec.  Designer of Noors Engineering Co. website.  Designer of Khattab On Line Co. website.  Designer of Elhoda trading and Constricting Co. website.  Designer &amp;amp; Developer of Al Rashed  Doha website. Designer &amp;amp; Developer of Al Rashed Shopping Center website. Computer skills instructor &amp;amp; I. T. Manager at Al Rashed centre for Human Development (Doha) up to now.  * And I have a good experience in Doha since 2002  Computer Skills   Microsoft FrontPage. ( All Versions )  Microsoft Office ( Word - Excel - PowerPoint - Outlook ) ( All Versions )  Microsoft Access. ( All Versions )  Macromedia Dreamwaver ( All Versions )  Macromedia Flash. up to v.5  Swish. ( All Versions )  Adobe Photoshop up to v.7     Language skills   Arabic : Native  English : V. Good   Hobbies  Athletics, Reading, swimming  Career Objectives:  Searching for a challenging position in a multinational Company.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113112228812948098?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113112228812948098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113112228812948098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113112228812948098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113112228812948098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-curriculum-vitae.html' title='My Curriculum Vitae'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113103555621362445</id><published>2005-11-03T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:32:36.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH?</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone, I have never had a blog before so I really don't know what I am doing. Umm... I am at college now. The freedom is awesome, but the homework really really sucks! I am in marching band at Ku (ROCK CHALK JAYHAWK KU!) and really enjoy meeting all the cool people that are also band nerds. I miss being home for a lot of reasons... like mom doing my laundry, no humidity, relaxation,having money,seeing the stars everynight ;) , knowing everyone, and being with my friends and girlfriend. So call me, email me, text me, send me mail. Just say hello to me somehow if you find some time. I miss you all at home and will see you soon! Craig &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113103555621362445?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113103555621362445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113103555621362445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113103555621362445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113103555621362445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/huh.html' title='HUH?'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113096785298367968</id><published>2005-11-02T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:44:13.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new HOT body</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been trying to get back the body I had in high school and a bit better if I can. I was 180 pounds before and now I am 174.5. so that means I have lost like 5.5 pounds!!!!! YAY!!!!! I am doing cardio and toning stuff. I'm gonna look really hot!!!!! Anyway, gotta get back to packing and stuff. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113096785298367968?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113096785298367968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113096785298367968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113096785298367968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113096785298367968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-new-hot-body.html' title='My new HOT body'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113095007929004389</id><published>2005-11-02T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:47:59.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!</title><content type='html'>Today I sat around and then I delievered some stuff for my moms buisness. Then I sat around some more, then we went to Merill to eat. Then I went to the park with Katie and Katie, but first we stopped by Amanda's house. haha That was pretty awesome! Then we went to the park and took a whole bunch of pictures, and I had to ride on Katies Peg's which was pretty terifying :S :P Katies coming over tomarrow at like 11:30 and were gunna do lots of awesome crap. Well I better hit the hay!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113095007929004389?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113095007929004389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113095007929004389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113095007929004389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113095007929004389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113088129019752938</id><published>2005-11-01T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:41:30.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Do Nothing Day</title><content type='html'>   Let's do nothing today. After all it's summer. While you're here perhaps you might want to have some mindless fun:  Click here :  http://www.americanentropy.com/fun/animations/cat.swf  or Clickhere:    http://www.americanentropy.com/fun/animations/wheel.swf   or perhaps here: http://www.izpitera.ru/lj/tetka.swf  If I don't see you in the future, I'll see you in the pasture!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113088129019752938?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113088129019752938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113088129019752938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113088129019752938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113088129019752938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/lets-do-nothing-day.html' title='Let&apos;s Do Nothing Day'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113086257065373338</id><published>2005-11-01T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:29:30.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club-avond IT-Utrecht</title><content type='html'>Vanavond maar weer eens in Utrecht wezen kijken, er waren in ieder geval dubbel zoveel spelers als bij de laatste Arendsoog-wedstrijden. Gelijk kreeg ik een primeur in de schoot geworpen want Henk Jongepier en Ada Houtveen zullen per 1 januari voor de club Minerva in Terneuzen gaan spelen. Sinds enige jaren wonen Henk en Ada in Zeeland en de lange ritten naar Utrecht worden teveel van het goede. Voor de interclubs is het natuurlijk alleen maar leuk dat er straks weer een extra club bijkomt. De partij zelf was niet onaardig; Jan de Kruiff was weer in grote vorm en liet al snel solo`s noteren voor CANDY (met deis) en FOKSJE, later in de partij had hij er nog eentje met ZWELKE. Ook Aad de Vette soleerde met BIVAK nadat hij in de pauze al op champagne had getrakteerd vanwege geboorte van zijn kleindochter Vera. De scrabbles van deze partij waren GEMOETEN voro 88, SARDINES voor 86 en DOORBADT voor 92 punten en ondanks de weinige scrabbles was het verder toch een leerzame partij. Jan de Kruiff won nipt, voor Henk en Herman pakte de derde plek. Zelf werd ik vijfde dus niet om over naar huis te schrijven...  Bert &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113086257065373338?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113086257065373338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113086257065373338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113086257065373338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113086257065373338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/11/club-avond-it-utrecht.html' title='Club-avond IT-Utrecht'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113079468348740979</id><published>2005-10-31T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:38:03.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draft by Kilroy</title><content type='html'>     ,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        by: Kilroy &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113079468348740979?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113079468348740979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113079468348740979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113079468348740979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113079468348740979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/draft-by-kilroy.html' title='Draft by Kilroy'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113077630037837928</id><published>2005-10-31T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:31:40.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after</title><content type='html'> So yesterday was my birthday and it was so much fun. As I predicted Ben dared the whole &amp;quot;cherry&amp;quot; thing again, grr, damn him, so I made sure and got him back, he had to run up and down the street nude while screaming at the top of his lungs, lol, and hopefully it was just cold outside or, well, I guess I'll leave it at that.  I'm not going to be able to update for a while, unless my friends manage to sneak a laptop in the hospital for me, I'm going to have a follow up surgery done on my kidney, just two more after this and I'll be done. It's not the surgery that's so horrible, it's being in the damn hospital for three to five days. The doctors say this one is more dangerous than before, gee, now doesn't that make me feel better about having the surgery done. Wish me luck everyone! Everyone check out the song Gasolina by DaddyYankeeon my music list, it's the best ever!!! Well, I guess that's all kids.  &amp;lt;333, Cherry &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113077630037837928?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113077630037837928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113077630037837928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113077630037837928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113077630037837928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-after.html' title='The day after'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113070850778527762</id><published>2005-10-30T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:41:47.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First dose of sand up the nose</title><content type='html'>Yes, I got my firstbreath of fresh sandtoday. Winds picked up a bit this morning,hurling sand in the process. You can't see very far in front of you and the best idea is to breathe through your nose, I figured out. There really isn't that much to it other than it sucks. I figure a few more of these sand storms and I will have collected enough sand on my body to build amidget sand castle. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113070850778527762?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113070850778527762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113070850778527762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113070850778527762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113070850778527762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-dose-of-sand-up-nose.html' title='First dose of sand up the nose'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113068980860779892</id><published>2005-10-30T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T08:30:09.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatty McGee</title><content type='html'>Fatty McGee is the king of former fast food workers. Man, he's cooooo. Holy Crap! Err...!!!Huh??? Okay.  Well, that's it for today kids. Rememeber, bacon is good and I like olive oil! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113068980860779892?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113068980860779892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113068980860779892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113068980860779892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113068980860779892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/fatty-mcgee.html' title='Fatty McGee'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113062200117974690</id><published>2005-10-29T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:40:01.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday night and tuesday</title><content type='html'>hey ppl wats ^ im doin dumb homework its so dumb. but anyways i been bored all the time cause school steartimng and u get ^ early and go to school come home hang out and do it again i wish school was over! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113062200117974690?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113062200117974690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113062200117974690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113062200117974690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113062200117974690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday-night-and-tuesday.html' title='monday night and tuesday'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113060423214920143</id><published>2005-10-29T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T09:43:52.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Tired Tired</title><content type='html'>I am so tired. I love work, but oh is it stressful. I almost started crying cause dishes were pilling up and I felt like I wasn't doing anything right. Finally I got it though. For a little bit I wondered if it was really worth it, then I got my paycheck and realized, it defiantly was. That paycheck alone made my day, it was more then I was expecting.I was expecting only $168 but it was $190. I was like yes! I was able to get some things I've been needing for Mexico and I'll have spending money for awhile. Then I'll get paid the day I leave for Mexico. So I'll have money for Mexico too. Oh I'm so excited! 14 more days and today's half over, so it's like 13 1/2. I am so ready to go lol! I decided with one of my paychecks, I'm going to buy an Ipod. I'll also get to save up for a car, I don't think I'll ever be able to get one of those, at least not in time for school. Oh well, I'll find some way to get to Pella. I am really really tired. I didn't expect to be this tired after work. I can't think of anything else new to talk about and I'm not going to bore you with going on and on about Mexico and work. Well talk to ya'll later Love, Sandra &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113060423214920143?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113060423214920143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113060423214920143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113060423214920143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113060423214920143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/tired-tired-tired.html' title='Tired Tired Tired'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113053572429379431</id><published>2005-10-28T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:42:04.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The complex infrastructure known as the female mind</title><content type='html'>It seems like ages since I last Blogged. Heh..&amp;quot;Blogged&amp;quot;..that word reminds me of &amp;quot;Boggle&amp;quot;. Good game!! can I get a woot woot?So, Laura's back in action and is here to bring you more news, more gossips, and a healthy dossage of randomness. Here it is Ladies and gentlemen, what you've all been waiting for; Laura's blog!!! My empire of sleuthing spies is expanding as we speak. I now have spies located all over the world. I recently sentone of my loyalist spiesout to the Isle of Prince Edward to do some undercover work. She went under the alias of Vahneza Bradley, a grade ten student from RHS who was visiting the Island for her brothers hockey tournament. Everyone was fooled by her guise, and she returned back to Riverview with much gossip for my column.  After a lot of hard work and determination I have finally had a spy postioned at BMHS. I have been ploting to send one of my favorite spies out to that crazy school and finallymy dreams have come true!So, BMHS'ers ye be warned! you're gossip and shenanigans are now under close watch and anything interesting will be brought to my attention and perhaps written in this here blog! I'm in love! yes, that's right! I, Laura Elizabeth am dans L'amour! who is the lucky guy you ask? well..you are mistaken..tis noguy ( nor girl ) but.....Wheat Thins!! no, you're eyes aren't playing tricks on you. I said Wheat Thins. They havta be the bestest tasting thing of all time!!! so, long weekend = soo good? or noo good? I'll let you be the judge. I spent my weekend doing pretty much rien!! Here's my list : reading, knitting, swinging, guitaring it up andwatching my first ever Miss NB pageant!..The best part was definately going for a late night stroll in the rain....oh my goodness, t'was soo much fun!!! I was looking forward to Tuesday, which you probably all find weird, for it would mean the end to the long weekend. But, I had some cool stuff planned...but of course, itgot cancelled! *sad face* Soooooo.....youth group is winding down which is rather sad. Last Tuesday was the second last week of youth at my church ( Wesleyan ) and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Jeremiah's Complaint was rather awesome, and quite funny! so, we watched some old videos from past events which was pretty cool. Amanda, Kerri and I decided to head overto the football field to &amp;quot;play&amp;quot; a friendly game of F-ball. When we arrived there were very few people and we were quite tempted to leave, but a friendly fellow coaxed us to stay. None of us ended up playing ( I don't think any of us had any intentions of actually playing).I played the role of a &amp;quot;coat rack&amp;quot; for a rough and tuff football playa. I didn't mind though, for, it was a rather chilly evening and the sweater and hat saved me from certain hypothermia. I'm rather excited for next week. Kick the Goat is gonna be playing!!! woot! I've missed all of their past performances, and wouldn't dare miss the last one. Kerri has only good things to say about this new, up and coming band. YMCA gossip coming right up!! While on a recent visit at the the Y, a few young ladies showed up wearing barely-there-clothing. The sight humoured me a little and I found myself giggling whenever I glanced over at them.However, the staff was not as humoured as I. A male trainer approached the ladies and asked them to put some more clothing on. Hearing this, my gigling turned into laughter, luckily no one seemd to notice my sudden outburst, except my brother. Even he found their attire to be rather ridiculous!! While in math class V and I decided that I should add this little joke into my blog. Not because it is funny,witty, or entertaining, but solely because of it's lame'ness.ok here it is! What were the headlines after a mad scientist trained two eggs to attack a candy store with sharp sticks?  Eggspearament!!! hahaha get it? I get it..but is it funny? I think not!! OK, so I have one last little comment/thingy to add to my blog.It also came from V. &amp;quot;Playa, Playa...how'd ya be her peoples?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I gots flo&amp;quot; &amp;quot;you dont think I gots flo?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No, I just gots mo&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113053572429379431?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113053572429379431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113053572429379431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113053572429379431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113053572429379431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/complex-infrastructure-known-as-female.html' title='The complex infrastructure known as the female mind'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113051705103559656</id><published>2005-10-28T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:30:51.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Day</title><content type='html'>Wow what a day!!!...started by choping wood ....went to cadillac for the weekly lunch...went to big rapids...bought a new transmission for the berreta...went to Micahs house gave it to him...went back to my house...Owen picked me up..we went golfing while nicole and jenn hung out at her house...went back to jenns house..ate...flew back to my house and then took her home..  I'm off to bed ttyl &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113051705103559656?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113051705103559656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113051705103559656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113051705103559656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113051705103559656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/busy-busy-day.html' title='Busy Busy Day'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113044925851443482</id><published>2005-10-27T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:40:58.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in search of</title><content type='html'>i need ho, a slut sum 1 who just wants to fucc..no committment..leave message here.email address home address, telephone #, yahoo id, msn id..uh, hmm..age? older than 20.drugs a plus, alcohol..sure..whips chains..only if u want..ok, so im lying... if u wanna talk chat write hit me up..im just in need of a friend.................................................................................................... ........................................................................................................... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113044925851443482?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113044925851443482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113044925851443482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113044925851443482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113044925851443482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-search-of.html' title='in search of'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113043074831863467</id><published>2005-10-27T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:32:28.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feeling</title><content type='html'>For all those times you stood by me For all the truth that you made me see For all the joy you brought to my life For all the wrong that you made right For every dream you made come true For all the love I found in you I'll be forever thankful baby You're the one who held me up Never let me fall You're the one who saw me through through it all I've fallen in love with youPlease, tell me, tell me what else was there to doWhen feelin lips like yours and looking into eyes like yoursOh, I might as well face itCause it's trueYes, I've fallen in love with youOh, my beating heart wants youAnd my empty arms need youDon't you go, please stayAnd never try to send me awayI've fallen in love with you (ooh baby, please stay)I've fallen in love with youI've fallen in love with youAnd you've just got to feel the same way tooWhen you embraced me last nightLord knows it was pure, such pure delightOh, my beating heart wants youAnd my empty arms need youDon't you go, please stayAnd never try to send me awayOh yes, my loveOh yes, my loveMy darlinI've fallen in love with youI've fallen in love    I was bored so I thought I would put some lyrics in here.. lol They are pretty self explanatory so I will leave you to figuring them out! haha Finally! the feeling is coming back to me, that GREAT feeling I had a while back that I lost and couldn't ever find... I think I have found it again, and I hope to never lose it again. umm not much to say other than my bros party is today!! and school tommorow... My bros party is prolly going to be boring.. lol, but I will make it.. I hope haha. I wrote him a letter and to my parents about how I feel because thats the only way I can express myself and get my point acorss.. A few people may have known that ;) lol Yeah.. I am hoping to make my parents cry and my brother cry because there are in for a letter that is unbearable to cry when reading it. Its gonna be good! lol and I am hoping the letter thing is gonna help bring my family closer before my brother goes off to college. Sure am gonna miss my Big bro at home..;) I will be aight tho.. as long as I have someone to help me through it like I always do! haha anyways.. lol school sucks haha I seen one of my good friends the other day! Roger Mosley! haha If you wanna meet a great guy you need to meet him! haha Mosley! haha Mosley is awesome lol not much else I can say haha. It was friggin awesome to see him tho! haha I am hoping to have some classes with him and some of my &amp;quot; girlfriends &amp;quot; Oh! I do have something I wanna say haha... okay.. how would this make you feel if someone perty much told you this: That your not ugly, but your not hot either. We would be nothing more than friends, and I like 7you best because you have great advice and you have helped me through alot of things.. To me I kinda feel like I am being used in a way.. lol You tell me what you think...   Well it may be a while before I write in here again with school starting up and everything I have to get back settled down and focusing on my homework and not women! haaha jk lol Thats what my dad always tells me haha. I wish all my friends and &amp;quot; girlfriends &amp;quot; could meet my dad! haha My dad is soo awesome lol! My mom is too tho.. haha so you can meet them both! lol.. thought you might wanna know that.. haha well let me know what you think about the getting used thing...PEACE OUT!  Husker &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113043074831863467?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113043074831863467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113043074831863467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113043074831863467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113043074831863467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/feeling.html' title='The Feeling'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113036245941675141</id><published>2005-10-26T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:34:19.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun nite again..^^</title><content type='html'>.......()................,...........................,....,.......... ....jefferykatherine................... ....................high................................???  .........,.......,.....................^^ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113036245941675141?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113036245941675141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113036245941675141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113036245941675141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113036245941675141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/fun-nite-again.html' title='fun nite again..^^'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113034416967395643</id><published>2005-10-26T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:29:29.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>Nothing too exciting has been going on lately.   I have just been chilling like always. Well uhm thats practically all I have to say. I just wrote in here so people know I'm still alive. Leave a comment!       ~Erica &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113034416967395643?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113034416967395643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113034416967395643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113034416967395643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113034416967395643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113027683154124787</id><published>2005-10-25T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:47:11.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For those of you who doubted me....</title><content type='html'>So just in case any of you doubted that I am indeed the most computer illiterate person in the world here is the cake topper: I could not figure out how in the heck to access my old blog so I had to create a new one. I guess I will eventually get the hang of this or else I will have thousands of blogs for whenever I have a thought that might be worth sharing. Originally I was just going to write about my life but then a few visitors at my old blog aked me to write something about someone who was very dear to my heart. I am not sure what is exciting or interesting aboutour story or if anything is for that matter. I just know that if people want to know about it I am more than happy to share it with them... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113027683154124787?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113027683154124787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113027683154124787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113027683154124787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113027683154124787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-those-of-you-who-doubted-me.html' title='For those of you who doubted me....'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113025852113662971</id><published>2005-10-25T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:42:01.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just keep screwing up...but hey maybe if i think i can i think i can i
 think i can</title><content type='html'>you knowhow things are great than BAM! something completely ruins it. i dunno...i just seem to attract such bad luck. NEVER LET YOUR GUARD DOWN...coz shit does happen and when you step on it, sometimes it's just too fuckin hard to clean up. im hoping something good comes out of this coz stress and miseryarent exactly starting the party i wanted.  &amp;quot; If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn.&amp;quot; Friedrich Nietzsche &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113025852113662971?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113025852113662971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113025852113662971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113025852113662971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113025852113662971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-just-keep-screwing-upbut-hey-maybe.html' title='i just keep screwing up...but hey maybe if i think i can i think i can i&#xA; think i can'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113017177966331617</id><published>2005-10-24T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:36:19.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school!</title><content type='html'>omg.......school was SO boring......orientaion blahthis is sad its a really sad song on right now...the dance by Garth Brooks but it is a tribute to the world trade centers its SO sad omg &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113017177966331617?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113017177966331617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113017177966331617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113017177966331617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113017177966331617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/school.html' title='school!'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113010352006317985</id><published>2005-10-23T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:38:40.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>Why is it that Hunter would prefer to be at the bar with his &amp;quot;friends&amp;quot; than at home with me? And what makes him think that I'm stuck at home night after night by choice? What choice doI have if he's gone all the time? Should I just leave our son home alone to fend for himself? He tells me that if I want to hang out with him, I should come to the bar and meet his friends. What for? So that I can sit there and twiddle my thumbs, or stare at my drink while he schmoozes with his buddies. Most of whom, I've discovered are very pretty young women who hang out at this bar. And am I supposed to feel confidence in that? Oh, he spends all his time with pretty girls rather than with me, but he doesnt' sleep with any of them, so it's okay. What?!?! Now he tells me I should let him know when I want to hang out with him so he can &amp;quot;slot&amp;quot; some time for me. Like I need to make an appointment to spend time with my husband. And what happens when my &amp;quot;timeslot&amp;quot; is over? Does he run off to the bar and his friends again? Why can't he put himself in my shoes and understand how freaking lonely I am?? Do I have to spell it out for him, that when you leave a person alone night after night, they get LONELY? Does that not make sense to him? How the hell am I supposed to explain that basic concept to him? He doesn't get lonely. He has tons of friends right across the street, at the bar. Or up the block at the other bar, or around the corner at still another bar. There's no shortage of people for Hunter. But I guess that equals no Hunter for me...  Now he's grumpy because I've been upset. Am I supposed to feel bad for being upset? Am I supposed to feel sorry that I gave him a guilty feeling? So let him slam doors and stomp around. Because I dont' feel like being all friendly now, that makes ME the bitch. The hell with him. NOW he wants to hang out with me. While I&amp;quot;m feeling all shitty and dejected and abandoned. NOW because i made him feel a little guilty, he wants to show me how I'm his best friend. How come he doesnt' treat me like his best friend the rest of the time? What am I supposed to believe? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113010352006317985?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113010352006317985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113010352006317985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113010352006317985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113010352006317985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113008545593697188</id><published>2005-10-23T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:37:36.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellence</title><content type='html'>Excellence is the result of caring more than others think is wise, risking more than others think is safe, dreaming more than others think is practical, and expecting more than others think is possible.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113008545593697188?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113008545593697188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113008545593697188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113008545593697188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113008545593697188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/excellence.html' title='Excellence'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-113001654798441381</id><published>2005-10-22T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:29:08.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>Only the piano is left over to talk with me for a dayThe sleeping celloThe old silenceI think that you have already made it very clearI understand and I knowYou will not miss meYou say you will feel sad, I dont believeHolding you being with meIt is only the pastHope that he really needsand loves you more compared to meOnly then will I force myself to leaveYou want me to say it, it is very embarrassingI basically do not want to go the separate wayWhy do I still have to use subtle smile to carry across?I do not have this kind of talent toTolerate you and accept himDont need to worry too muchI will constantly live wellYou have already left far awayI will also slowly walk awayWhy must I be yielding to you even for separation?I really do not have a talentWon't become silent this fastI will learn to give up on youIt is because I love you too much &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-113001654798441381?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/113001654798441381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=113001654798441381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113001654798441381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/113001654798441381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112999855817363841</id><published>2005-10-22T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:29:22.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i bet yah it's going to be OK...</title><content type='html'>Why is that sad look in your eyes Why are you crying? Tell me now Tell me now Tell me why you're feelin' this way I hate to see you so down, oh baby! Is it your heart Oh, that's breakin' all in pieces Makin' you cry And makin' you feel blue Is there anythin' that I can do Why don't you tell me where it hurts now, baby And I'll do my best to make it better Yes, I'll do my best to make those tears all go away Just tell me where it hurts  Now, tell me And I love you with a love so tender Oh and if you let me stay I'll love all of the hurt away Where are all those tears coming from Why are they falling? somebody, somebody, somebody left your heart in the cold You just need somebody to hold on, baby (Give me a chance) To put back all the pieces Take hold of your heart Make it just like new There's so many things that I can do Is it your heart Oh, that's breakin' all in pieces Makin' you cry makin' you feel blue Is there anythin' that I can do Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me baby Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me And I'll do my best to make it better Yes, I'll do my best to make the tears all go away Just tell me where it hurts Now, tell me And I love you with a love so tender Oh, and if you let me stay I'll love all of the hurt away  -------------------------- i bet yah it's going to be OK... but if not, i'll be here...i won't leaveyou. the moon wanes but it doesn't leave it's sky, ayt?! i hope my shoulders are enough tocomfort you. *hugs*  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112999855817363841?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112999855817363841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112999855817363841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112999855817363841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112999855817363841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-bet-yah-its-going-to-be-ok.html' title='i bet yah it&apos;s going to be OK...'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112993061266398620</id><published>2005-10-21T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:36:52.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Numero Mas - S.N.A</title><content type='html'> Si tu crees que te dejaran ser feliz no te imaginas lo que te haran sufrir te manipulan sin remedio y sin control T.V basura , diarios chica y religion te embrutencen esas cosas que reclamass y para ellos solo eres  un numero masss   Es asiiiiiiiiiiiiii no vales nadaaaaaaa tu no quieres pensar  tu no quieres cambiar te gusta el sistema tal y como estaaa tal y como estaaaaa...     Noooooooooo quierooo nadaaaaa nooooo quieroo serrrr como tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu noooo quierooo nadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa no quiero ser como tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112993061266398620?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112993061266398620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112993061266398620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112993061266398620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112993061266398620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/un-numero-mas-sna.html' title='Un Numero Mas - S.N.A'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112991298321373458</id><published>2005-10-21T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:43:03.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the heck</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for summer any more. Living in happy valley as a single man sucks. I just need to move on and stop kicking myself in thebutt for what I should have done in life. Perhaps doing my laundry will make me feel better.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112991298321373458?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112991298321373458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112991298321373458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112991298321373458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112991298321373458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-heck.html' title='what the heck'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112984411830233614</id><published>2005-10-20T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:35:18.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kay well it sucked we didn't see Gavin...</title><content type='html'>But otherwise today has been totally RAD. Steph and I went to my mom's uncle's cottage. There is a cute boy there that I heart a lot.I guess he's my step half 3rd cousin but he's not totally related to me like at all so I am allowed to think he's cute. He has big blue eyes and he looks like Jake Gyllenhaal. Yeah well his brother and him played croquet with us which was totally hilarious because I can seriously not play croquet at all. Then we had a water fight that was oober fun. After we ate dinner we went to my other uncle's cottage. My cousin, who just graduated high school, had tons of her SOOPER HOT guy friends there, and they were all mostly drunk which was flippen funny as hell. But then we left because there were too many misquitoes, so that sucked. But today was fun. We didn't go to Summerfest to see Gavin because Steph's sister (who is getting married in 8 days andwas gonna drive us there) didn't want to go since she's tired and she's pregnant. Yeah.  Tomorrow me and Crista might help Steph get all her crap into her new room in the attic (her sister's old room but not anymore cuz her sis moved in with her fiance into an apartment) so that should be interesting. Then since it's the 4th of July and all we're gonna go to the fireworks in Columbus.  K well I'm gonna go and maybe pack for North Carolina! 10 DAYS! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112984411830233614?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112984411830233614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112984411830233614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112984411830233614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112984411830233614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/kay-well-it-sucked-we-didnt-see-gavin.html' title='Kay well it sucked we didn&apos;t see Gavin...'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112982639002872560</id><published>2005-10-20T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:39:50.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Choices we make</title><content type='html'>The Choices We Make By: me!!lol  As we grow up There are many choices we face To bend to society Or to make our own place  The pressures are endless The challenges never cease You must choose to stand up for yourself Or just take whats at ease  As you progress along lifes journey Many decisions will cross your path You will have to decide to say yes or no Think of your future, you do the math  To take that drink or to set it down To have sex or to wait To smoke that joint or to put it out Only YOU have control over your fate  I have dreams for my future Which you may call unrealistic But I refuse to become Just part of another teen statistic  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112982639002872560?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112982639002872560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112982639002872560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112982639002872560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112982639002872560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/choices-we-make.html' title='The Choices we make'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112975794076873340</id><published>2005-10-19T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:39:00.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in the u.p.</title><content type='html'>I got up here at like 12:30 sunday night set up my computer and went to sleep. Monday i got up at noon sat around and watched some smallville. After that i ate and watched more smallville. Finally bj gets home from work and we goto the hopes for the night and eat delicious pizza that hannah made by the way it was pretty tasty. Tuesday i got up at 11 ate and watched smallville till about 1:30 went to kts for like an hour and half then came back here and watched more smallville. Bj and Kara were here doing what they always do...talking about how kara is not going to change her last name and how there kids names will not be just bontrager....right...Then they acted like they loved eachother so it was ok. So now its wednesday I got up at 11 and am currently watching episode 10 of season one(there are 20)and i have 3 seasons left after this one(that makes 4 seasons total i have to watch before sept 29th when season 5 starts). Yep so i have no life at all and i am ok with that. Monday i bought a fishing pole, tackle box and stuff that goes in it....ya its pretty sweet. I think after this i am going to go in to town and eat something because i dont want to eat all the johnsons food. Hopefully andy will come up with ryan tomorrow or friday whenever he comes upso i have my jigga here wit me.   Justin  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112975794076873340?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112975794076873340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112975794076873340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112975794076873340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112975794076873340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-life-in-up.html' title='My life in the u.p.'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112973985037401481</id><published>2005-10-19T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:37:30.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song...Tell me What you think...</title><content type='html'> (Untitled)   Butterflies die in the rain when theres no one left to see the end. when the end is so near, and you cant help but fear what comes the next day.  (chorus) Love me not but hold me so until the words die out and my soul I've sold to the world I have not known.  Two times too much did you look away. sad deeply true, too deep, did you say. and I'm drowning in your words. lost and out of control; and now I'm chasing you down a rabbit hole! Hoping for better days, so I can just  hear you say... I only wanna be with you, and I'm alienating myself from  the most familiar, and concentrating on the unforgetable.  (chorus) So love me not....    This is my second entry,in one night,and may not make any since,but what songs of mine do?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112973985037401481?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112973985037401481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112973985037401481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112973985037401481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112973985037401481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-songtell-me-what-you-think.html' title='New Song...Tell me What you think...'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112967106123679149</id><published>2005-10-18T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:31:01.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder. . . .</title><content type='html'>some times I wonder if my life is a joke. . . . that if I would just vanish would ppl know or just go back to there lives not knowing what happend. . . . . some times I just want to know Y. . . you know the Y questing in everyones head. . . Y am I here Y do I live. . . what is my purpes. . . . . to find the anser to the qusten I must liveI must go on so I just. . . might stay on the Earth for a little bit longer. . . .  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112967106123679149?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112967106123679149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112967106123679149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112967106123679149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112967106123679149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder. . . .'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112965332059426003</id><published>2005-10-18T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:35:20.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok . . So Yea.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so yea, I just got this new thing set up. Mostly becauseI need a blog and a place to store photos and picture. At first i thought it was boring, now its pretty cool. Better then paying for a webhost, or finding a free one. Anyways, i have training at 6 Am Tomarrow morning, so i gotta get some sleep. I think tomarrow i'm gonna study for my driving test and install some dev software and finish transfering my files from my other PC to my laptop, soI can run my PC as a server. Anyways, peace out, time to go to sleep, watch a little dead zone, get a little naked, get a nice drink, w00p. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112965332059426003?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112965332059426003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112965332059426003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112965332059426003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112965332059426003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok-so-yea.html' title='Ok . . So Yea.'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112958502859668406</id><published>2005-10-17T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:37:08.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U Broke Chuck's Heart &amp; All U Got Was This Blog Entry About U?</title><content type='html'>*Takes sip of water to get his voice clear, then starts to sing*   &amp;quot;Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentlemen..And maybe he won't find out what I know, You was the last good thing about this part of town!&amp;quot;   Ok now that the singing is outta the way..Hows everyone doing out there in cyber space this morning? Im..fine thanks for asking...what?..You didn't ask? Well whatelse is new....Don't read the heading &amp;amp; dive in here in hopes of hearing a name of some chick that has broken the lil' heart of ol' Chuck-O. Becuase I'm affraid you might be dissapointed. My heart is not broken because you gotta have one to have it broken. And mine was smashed into a zillon tiny peices a long long looooong time ago. And since I've learned its not good to even like someone to start with much less even fall into that nasty L-word with them. I just don't do that sorta thing anymore. I'm sure there a zillion girls out there I say &amp;quot;Hey shes hot, why don't you (insert friends name here) try to hook me up with (insert flavor of the week's name here)&amp;quot; But when thats done it's done for the hell of it knowing its a waste of time &amp;amp; that I more times than not dont even care about the girl named much anyway. Which come to think of it makes me an asshole..but if the shoe fits I must wear it....See kids, you NEVER get the one you really want. And if you do watch out because it probley wont last..only 1% of relationships made up with people who &amp;quot;love&amp;quot; who their with even does last anymore. Then BOOM a day or so later when they split they realize they didnt really love eachother after all...Gee wiz..who woulda thunk it??..I may not be much but atleast I can say when I've told someone the L-word I meant it. And man wasnt I stupid...all 3 times. But 3 times in 22 years beats the average of 15 buy the age of 14 which is about the number of times most teens have said they &amp;quot;love&amp;quot; someone by the time they turn 14. And yes I have way way tooo much free time to know such things as that...but don't just lay the blame for knowing that on me..blame Google it helps. And on that note..Im going to bed..Goodnight &amp;amp; F*** U &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112958502859668406?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112958502859668406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112958502859668406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112958502859668406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112958502859668406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/u-broke-chucks-heart-all-u-got-was.html' title='U Broke Chuck&apos;s Heart &amp; All U Got Was This Blog Entry About U?'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112956737171411844</id><published>2005-10-17T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:42:51.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to regularly scheduled programming....</title><content type='html'>  The Sheriff in a small town walks out in the street and sees a blonde Cowboy coming down the walk with nothing on but his cowboy hat, gun and his  boots, so he arrests him for Indecent Exposure. As he is locking him up, the Sheriff asks him, &amp;quot;Why in the world are you dressed like this?&amp;quot; The Cowboy says, &amp;quot;well, it's like this Sheriff...I was in the bar down the road when this pretty little redhead asks me to go out to her motor home with her...and I did. We go inside and she pulls off her top and asks me to pull off my shirt, so I did. Then she pulls off her skirt and asks me to pull off my pants, so I did. Then she pulls off her panties and asks me to pull off my shorts, so  I did. Then she gets on the bed and looks at me kind of hot and sexy and says, &amp;quot;Now go to town, cowboy... And so here I am.&amp;quot;  Blonde Men do exist.   A Cherokee elder sitting with his grandchildren told them, &amp;quot;In every life there is a terrible fight  a fight between two wolves. One is evil: he is fear, anger, envy, greed, arrogance, self-pity, resentment, and deceit. The other is good: joy, serenity, humility, confidence, generosity, truth, gentleness, and compassion.&amp;quot; A child asked, &amp;quot;Grandfather, which wolf will win?&amp;quot; The elder looked the child in the eye. &amp;quot;The one you feed.&amp;quot;     Want the media player? Go here......  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112956737171411844?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112956737171411844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112956737171411844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112956737171411844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112956737171411844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-to-regularly-scheduled.html' title='back to regularly scheduled programming....'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112949895314802156</id><published>2005-10-16T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:42:33.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh? And stuff?</title><content type='html'>Boy, this weekend sure has been something...not especially something GOOD, but something. On Wednesday, Lauren and I got into a fight and both freaked out and had to take the day off of work because we knew we'd just break down if we went. That's the way things have been recently. Everything has been really stressing for the both of us, and it's just been tough. We were supposed to get a bed on Friday, but Jason spaced it and went camping for the weekend. He was supposed to come by today, but I haven't been able to get ahold of his cell phone at all. Which really sucks, because my crappy futon was what started the whole thing on Wed. because it hurts Lauren's back so she slept on the couch.  Yesterday she broke down again and I got pissed because I thought she was mad at me unnessecarily and that just made it worse. Today she broke down again because of the bed thing...again. I have a feeling that tonight won't be much better, and I'm kinda getting tired of it. I don't want to snap at her or anything, and I do love her, but this is getting old. I know it's not her fault, there's lots of stress and she's suseptible to depression and stuff anyway. I dunno. Just needed to vent to someone. Even if it is only to the computer.  On a completely different note, have you ever noticed that Mr. Clean always is like, standing over the lady who's wiping the floor with his arms crossed and kinda looking over the floor to make sure it's all right? Kinda weird, isn't it; having your mascot be a ruthless taskmaster forcing you to use their product? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112949895314802156?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112949895314802156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112949895314802156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112949895314802156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112949895314802156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/huh-and-stuff.html' title='Huh? And stuff?'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112948117534485229</id><published>2005-10-16T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:46:15.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide is Painless</title><content type='html'>Here are the lyrics for my favorite song, by Marilyn Manson  Through early morning fog I seeVisions of the things to beThe pains that are withheld for meI realize and I can see...That suicide is painlessIt brings on many changesAnd I can take or leave it if I pleaseThe game of life is hard to playI'm gonna lose it anywayThe losing card I'll someday laySo this is all I have to saySuicide is painlessIt brings on many changesAnd I can take or leave it if I pleaseThe sword of time will pierce our skinsIt doesn't hurt when it beginsBut as it works its way on inThe pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...Suicide is painlessIt brings on many changesAnd I can take or leave it if I pleaseA brave man once requested meTo answer questions that are keyIs it to be or not to beAnd I replied 'oh why ask me?'And suicide is painlessIt brings on many changesAnd I can take or leave it if I pleaseand you can do the same thing if you please...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112948117534485229?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112948117534485229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112948117534485229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112948117534485229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112948117534485229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/suicide-is-painless.html' title='Suicide is Painless'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112941263609273331</id><published>2005-10-15T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T14:43:56.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Lake Peak Lookout</title><content type='html'>Wow. Too bad Im a chicken (translates into afraid of high places). This fire- tower is incredible- can you imagine- this is as close as you're ever gonna get to Heaven without kicking the bucket first. You can actually spend the night? Damn if you sneeze you just might go Jack and Jill. How scary is that? How do you get up there? Whoa- hike switchback trails almost 7000 feet? Some thingsI'm just never gonna see in life up close. Sigh Anyways the video is cool if you follow the link- well cool to folks like me- ACROPHOBICS!!! http://www.king5.com/perl/common/video/wmPlayer.pl?title=www.king5.com/blog/ki_071905abeyta-lookout.wmv &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112941263609273331?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112941263609273331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112941263609273331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112941263609273331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112941263609273331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/hidden-lake-peak-lookout.html' title='Hidden Lake Peak Lookout'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112939443629844611</id><published>2005-10-15T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:40:36.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>Why do I have such intense feelings for her?   Why do I feel that I cannot live without her?  Why do I constantly think about her?  Why does she make me feel this way?  Is she the one?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112939443629844611?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112939443629844611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112939443629844611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112939443629844611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112939443629844611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112932636606306098</id><published>2005-10-14T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:46:06.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night/Another poem for Renee...</title><content type='html'>So last night i went to the Patriots game, I had a pretty good time, even thought we lost in the last 2 minute. Pretty much the whole time I was there I was thinking about Renee, I even called her at one point, then felt bad for bothering her, but i cant change it now, I'm sure she's heard the message, I just really missed her, and wanted to tell her that I love her &amp;amp; that I miss her because I do, i miss her SO much it hurts. I HATE not talking to her, its SO hard not to, how can you not talk to the person you love? I can tell you right now that its nearly impossible, I'm only doing it because I feel its what she wants/needs for now. I'm pretty sure she still wants me in her life, but she just needs time right now, &amp;amp; I'm trying to give it to her, no matter how hard it is because I love her &amp;amp; if I want to get her back i have to give her what she wants, and thats time. Until she is ready I'll be right here, thinking of her, dreaming of her, seeing her everywhere I look.  Renee, baby, I wrote this for you this morning, I love you SO much baby, and I miss you SO much.   Realize I don't think you realize Just how great you are How much you mean to me. You are the reason I wake up each morning With a smile on my face And joy in my heart. You are the light I needed You are the love that saved me. You showed me that people care No matter who you are. For so long I was alone Just a shadow in the background But now with you in my life I'm a shadow no more I'm a person with feelings A person with a heart. You showed me what love is And that we'll never part.   ~D~ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112932636606306098?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112932636606306098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112932636606306098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112932636606306098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112932636606306098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-nightanother-poem-for-renee.html' title='Last night/Another poem for Renee...'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112930808905633255</id><published>2005-10-14T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:41:29.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one hectic month so far</title><content type='html'>so i started school this month... have managed to keep that up for going on 3 weeks now. i started a new job too. plus may have one more to start. hopefully between the two of them i can make enough to make it out of where i am out in a shorter amount of time. i don't seem to have much of a life right now so it can't hurt much to push myself. anyway.... school is going well.... a little overwhelming at times but is going pretty well. i passed the first test. and i have a second test on monday.... just thought i would share.... take care and have fun &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112930808905633255?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112930808905633255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112930808905633255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112930808905633255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112930808905633255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-hectic-month-so-far.html' title='one hectic month so far'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112923963321566351</id><published>2005-10-13T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:40:33.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYOB?</title><content type='html'>We're going to a party tonight at a karaoke bar, where you need to BYOB. That's booze, not boys or blow. Kinda weird but this place has gotten good reviews. We'll see. Too bad I can't put audio of our night of karaoke on this blog. Well, maybe that's a good thing! ha This is a birthday party for someone I work with. Not a particularly close friend but a really good guy. A little bit younger than me. I call him Grasshopper because I'm always showing him the ropes, how to do things. He's a good kid.  Anyhow...will report back. Re: day 8 in the &amp;quot;nation&amp;quot;...I feel really tired today. I went to bed kind of early but did have some wine before then. Not an excessive amount. I really think it's the pill. We'll see. We had a real emergency on the show today in that our first guest was MIA. I remained calm...there was no slamming of things, no profanity. Hmm. Someone monitoring the broadcast was impressed that we went to a backup so easily. I wanted to say don't give me credit...thank Eli Lilly!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112923963321566351?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112923963321566351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112923963321566351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112923963321566351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112923963321566351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/byob.html' title='BYOB?'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112922200930621070</id><published>2005-10-13T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:46:49.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good friends leave, thats the real BJ</title><content type='html'>to all those who i love and that left me, or that are: I LOVE YOU, AND WILL MISS YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-seb -Jaimie -eddie -dumas -dom -yelise -yeung   BJ &amp;quot; VIC&amp;quot; will never be the same &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112922200930621070?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112922200930621070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112922200930621070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112922200930621070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112922200930621070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-friends-leave-thats-real-bj.html' title='good friends leave, thats the real BJ'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112915338284848530</id><published>2005-10-12T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:43:02.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fifty-third blog!</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,  Sorry about that Annika. I don't know why I didn't but anything on here. Yesterday, at camp we went to Storybook Land's castle to watch a play, then we went to Lake Mina, and then we went on the pantoon, but I didn't go on the pantoon. God Bless, Grant &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112915338284848530?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112915338284848530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112915338284848530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112915338284848530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112915338284848530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-fifty-third-blog.html' title='My fifty-third blog!'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112913459460141166</id><published>2005-10-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T09:29:54.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PR Manager needed in Dallas, HQ (email resume: recruiting.tx@gmail.com)</title><content type='html'>Public Relations Manager, Dallas, Texas   Do you have a previous background in Television, Radio or Newspaper? Do you have what it takes to be on the front line in the spot light? Can you manage a muliti-million $$ PR firm on a daily basis?   If you do some digging, you can find our ad on a Jobster campaign. Or, you can email your resume to: recruiting.tx@gmail.com  Can't wait to see you in the spotlight ~   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112913459460141166?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112913459460141166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112913459460141166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112913459460141166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112913459460141166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/pr-manager-needed-in-dallas-hq-email.html' title='PR Manager needed in Dallas, HQ (email resume: recruiting.tx@gmail.com)'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112906627256155338</id><published>2005-10-11T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:31:12.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 20</title><content type='html'>woke up late like 9:10 just hung out all morning didnt do anything special read a little summer reading then my dad brought home lunch from kfc which was yumm and then i went to v's house and first he stole some of my music and then we played some ping pong he won a series of 3 games 2-1 and then won another game so hes up 1-0 in this series anyway that was fun then we went to burning tree and played tennis that was really fun really tiring but really fun we can keep up a pretty good game its really fun we had a great time all in all then we came back to his house drank some water and played madden i won the first game and the second got cut short because i had to go so v's dad dropped me home and then i hung out and read some and went on my site and found out an awesome thing to do so anyway thats cool and then i went to sleep at 1 in the morning it took me 2 hrs to fall asleep &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112906627256155338?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112906627256155338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112906627256155338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112906627256155338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112906627256155338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/august-20.html' title='August 20'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112898064922236188</id><published>2005-10-10T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:44:09.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>found it somewhere in some jewish site.</title><content type='html'>Types of feminine wickedness  The femme fatale: After her you need retirement and psychiatric medication. And, yes, shes the one who slept with your best friend.  The femme fatale is the woman of your dreams  at least it seems that way. She worships you and performs all the old and good tricks. Using her foot, she plays with you from under the table, pleasures you orally while youre talking on the phone, and gives you so much sex the rest of the time you feel like king of the world. Her power lays in her sexuality, not to mention that she has vaginal muscles that can open a champagne bottle. She lacks thought, not because she doesnt have it, but because she doesnt need it.  The crazy one: Here anything can happen, but at least you know it ahead of time.  As Ive said, shes crazy. Shes capable of anything  a jealousy scene next to your mother, hiring someone to follow you or copying your key without your knowledge. If youre in love with such a girl, batten down the hatches because you can be certain shell put your sanity to the test every day anew, until youre begging for just a little boredom. You want to break up with her? I dont want to even think about the consequences.  The good girl: Shes the absolute worst. In the beginning, shes a naive lamb, but after six months you discover she controls your life and choice of friends, has gained 25 pounds and youre married to her. Its no secret that the easy trick reverse psychology has worked wonderfully on men since the beginning of time. Therefore, when we see a little nature girl innocent of makeup who doesnt cut her hair or pluck her eyebrows, wearing a flannel shirt, who lives with her parents and whose room is full of teddy bears of all colors, it seems to us that this is a kind of animal from the wild, a reverse version of Taming of the Shrew.  So what do men do?  Find a princess. Shes the best of a bad lot. Every man comes to understand this at some point. If you support her financially and maintain an esthetic appearance, she will hold back most of her evil nature. Jewish princesses are practical, and their evil has a certain logic. When she wont sleep with you for two weeks, it was bound to happen at some point. Then she wont speak for two days. But show me one man who would suffer from this. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112898064922236188?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112898064922236188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112898064922236188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112898064922236188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112898064922236188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/found-it-somewhere-in-some-jewish-site.html' title='found it somewhere in some jewish site.'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112880732204952742</id><published>2005-10-08T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:35:22.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Bands</title><content type='html'>Hey I'm back... still in IL... I had to let you guys know what's on my mind...  MANDI'S FAVORITE BANDS (And rude comments about others.) 1. Guns n' Roses Axl Rose is EXTREMELY hott.  2. AC/DC &amp;amp; blink-182Angus has some mad guitar skills and blink-182 ismy  all-time fav punk band SO SUCK IT GREEN DAY!!! 3. Led ZeppelinNo matter how manyfakes call themselves trueZep  fans, only abouta million can say that they can play &amp;quot;Stairway to  Heaven&amp;quot; on aguitar!! (YES, I can..) 4. Aerosmith Sure, Stephen Tyler is creepy, but how can you saythat  &amp;quot;Dream On&amp;quot; ISN'T a good song? And how GREAT of a band  name is Aerosmith? It just ROCKS. 5. The Rolling Stones BEST band logo EVER. They are truly classic. And let's  leave it at that, because Mick Jagger is even worse than   Stephen Tyler... So these are the elite 5 to make it into my &amp;quot;Top Band&amp;quot; category. Feel special, y'all, cuz there's so many more! And in all honesty, Stephen Tyler really is creepy.. I don't care how many people say he's not.. Just get over yourselves and admit it already.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112880732204952742?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112880732204952742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112880732204952742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112880732204952742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112880732204952742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-favorite-bands.html' title='My Favorite Bands'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112878924274618509</id><published>2005-10-08T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:34:02.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-5</title><content type='html'>                                                                    DIY               32                                    GUCCI Channel  Case       109             109  T                                   FENDI       101              SMAP  SMAP      SMAP                  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112878924274618509?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112878924274618509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112878924274618509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112878924274618509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112878924274618509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/5.html' title='-5'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112872074716450860</id><published>2005-10-07T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:32:27.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>I think that God made a big mistake when he (or she) decided on how best to issue time to the world. If he (or she) had been thinking, he wouldn't have made 4:30 a.m. so bloody early in the morning! I had to be at Reagan National Airport for my flight which was to take off at 7:20 a.m., which meant that I needed to be there in order to pick up the ticket and get through the security screaning process sometime last week. Airlines have now installed more of the &amp;quot;faster express ticket pickup&amp;quot; type booths in airports and done away with many of the things that slowed your trip down considerably like, say, human beings at the ticket counter. I am no techno-dummy, but even I get frustrated at the computer screens which endlessly say &amp;quot;Insert credit card now&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;Sorry, we don't recognize that card, insert again&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;Your card has been repocessed and will be returned to you at the same time we return the luggage we lost last Spring&amp;quot;. After checking my bags...which, I believe, was NOT supposed to involve my first strip search...I made my way to the security check-point to stand in line with the other approximately 500 people who were flying to God knows where that exact same time. Of that 500, at least 3 knew what to do in order to get quickly through the security line. These were people who looked competant, looked like they had flown before, some many times, but these people looked genuinely surprised when they were asked for their boarding pass and then told, as they tried to walk through the big fake arch that beeps anytime the worker pushes a secret button, that yes, they did need to take all of the change out of their pockets and their steel-toed shoes off. A few were even arguing that they hadn't worn any socks. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the brain-trust of America. I don't know about you, but I would not go anywhere near a public airport without socks on. After the mandatory second strip-search, I was finally on my way to the plane. Somehow, possibly a severe mix-up in the scheduling computer, my plane was ON TIME and ready to take off when they said it would be! I would hate to be the employee whose head was going to roll for that mistake. We took off from Reagan National and I waved goodbye to the 21st century... ...in order to land 50 minutes later in Indianapolis, home of the 1950's. This was proven by the fact that we started out in a moderatly modern jumbo jet and somewhere along the way had sprouted propellors and an aluminum skin on the plane. It is nice to be in Rockville, Indiana, again though. There is still a town square wherein at least 50% of the stores are occupied at any given time and the local grocery store is still managed by the same man who managed it when I was 8 years old. I could tell because he still runs me out of the store because he thinks I'm trying to steal penny candy...which I am, just for old time's sake. Life is just a bit slower here. As I was walking around the courthouse, I heard the following from two old men on the bench:Man 1: I think I'm going to vote this year.Man 2: what are you talking about? We voted we haven't voted for over a year now!Man 1: Really? Who did you vote for?Man 2: Eisonhower, of course.Yes, we are a state ahead of being behind the times...Tomorrow, we continue with, of all things, Day Two. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112872074716450860?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112872074716450860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112872074716450860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112872074716450860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112872074716450860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112870340521766661</id><published>2005-10-07T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:43:25.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owner Of a lonely heart</title><content type='html'>What a *great* video. It's like call on me, but more... beliveable... cheekyer... just all round better. I mean call on me was great, but at the same time, it was totally fake. This one just has that hint of realism about it - plus you wanna give the two kids a massive thumbs up. If you have no idea what i'm talking about then, well, you know how to ask. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112870340521766661?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112870340521766661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112870340521766661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112870340521766661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112870340521766661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/owner-of-lonely-heart.html' title='Owner Of a lonely heart'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112863484752221780</id><published>2005-10-06T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:40:47.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USED</title><content type='html'>It dont feel good to be USED for a boy! They play with you awhile like they do with a toy! Tara pretended to be my friend  When I was going out with this JERK Then I decided that it wasent going to WORK She threw me away like I had no feelings at all Now I stand here useless and small ---I should have listend to all of my true friends they were telling me you were using me all along why didnt I listen? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112863484752221780?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112863484752221780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112863484752221780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112863484752221780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112863484752221780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/used.html' title='USED'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112861704750886552</id><published>2005-10-06T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:44:07.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love Hangs Herself..."</title><content type='html'>I'm sore and tired from gym... I'm all emo and poetic... My hormones are going crazy... My legs are fucking killing me from doing suicide runs with a medicine ball in gym...I'm not sure if Ican make it until December... That bitch is working us to the fucking bone. She's still trying to kill us...Latley I've been really boo-hoohey emo... I usually can't stand being like that... I know why I'm acting like this...I just dont know why it had to strike me like this, now... Especially at the time i should be focusing on all the shit thats getting thrown at me right now... I've been in school for two and a half weeks and I've already missed the bus three times ( I owe my mom ten bucks for gas money cuz my skool is almost twenty minutes away from my house ) All this shit's going on. My daddy's going bankrupt, I cant get my mind off of my old crush, That asshole my mom married is driving me fuckingup the wall, and a whole bunch of other shit... It's too fucking much...I need a break...I've been getting stomach pains and I even threw up one morning... Stress...One minute, I'll be fine...Those stupid hillbilleis will piss me off, then I'll get mad, forget about it then about an hour later WHAM!It'll hit me like a sack of bricks... Then I'm hunched over the toilet wondering if I'm going to puke... Stress ... It's a bitch... I just really need to calm the fuck down... I just really need to get my shit straight...  Kyra &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112861704750886552?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112861704750886552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112861704750886552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112861704750886552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112861704750886552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-hangs-herself.html' title='&quot;Love Hangs Herself...&quot;'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112854888726079899</id><published>2005-10-05T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:48:07.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All of it</title><content type='html'> There is one thing we most of the time overlook regarding what God wants of us. Yes, we do the things we are supposed to do, we encourage others to do the same, we struggle aganist our personal failures, our personaldemons, our sin. But we forget this little detail, something that is not often preached, and very seldom taught.  God wants our all.  He does not want us to withold this or that area, or to surrender all our life except this or that. But that is most often our attitude. We say we surrender ourselves to God, but still have the last word regarding our finances, our occupations, or our romantic lives and, doing so, we miss the most exciting part of a wholesome Christian life, the feeling that we have surrendered control to God and, thus, we never know where we will be or what will happen next.  Sounds crazy, doesn't it?  Yes, it most definitely does, but that is what we have been called to do. To let God be God and accept what He has planned for us since before the beginning of time. Some will say man has free will, and thus we decide what we do. They are right, of course, but is there a better way to exert that free will than to decide to do what God would prefer us to do?  I do not think so.  Athletes are a good example of giving one's all. Th greatest in sports not only have the innate ability, but also they have the attitude that their chosen sport is worth each and every sacrifice they have to make. And, with that attitude, they truly become the greatest, and are admired by many. But the masses do not see the gruelling training, the exercising, the dieting, the stress. They only see the end result of having paid the price.  And we should learn from this.  We should realize that, like the greatest sports stars, a Christian must make sacrifices, must train, must endure, must pay the price, must give his or her all. Only then, only when we die to our comforts and our wishes, when we dream God's dreams and not our own, only then will we rise and soar like eagles.  Oh, that we all would understand this.  Not many in the history of Christianity have dared to live like this. It takes a measure of faith and trust in God that not many are willing to show. But those that have, have been shining beacons to their generations, have been living examples of what God wants to do in all of us if we just let him. They have been true heroes of the faith, examples we all should follow.  We should all learn from them.  You may say or think that it is good that a missionary that is sent to the confines of the world should behave like that, but that you have responsibilities that you have to fulfill. You may have a job, a family, a mortgaged house, an elderly parent, and thus you just can't let all that go and do what God tells you to do. But I ask, doesn't God take all those factors into account? Doesn't he have our best interests at heart? Aren't His thoughts towards us thoughts of good and not of evil? Most of the time we use the things mentioned above as excuses to keep some semblance of control over our own lives, and most of the time because we are to afraid to let go. We are afraid of the unknown, and thus do not dare to surrender totally to God's will.  We are so foolish sometimes.  Because if we did surrender to God's will, and we gave Him our all, then He would give us His all and pour it into us and through us to others, and we would, like those who have dared do the same in the past, shining lights that pierce the darkness of a wicked generation, beacons of light that are much needed by thosse who live in a world of darkness.  We would make a difference.  I pray to almighty God that, through His spirit, He convicts us of this, and that He gives us the strength to just trust Him and let everything go, so that we can give Him our all.  All of it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112854888726079899?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112854888726079899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112854888726079899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112854888726079899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112854888726079899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-of-it.html' title='All of it'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112853086599012717</id><published>2005-10-05T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:47:46.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!!</title><content type='html'>Hey nerds! What's up? I went shopping all day today and I got my shoes!!!! As you know I got white Converses just like Daniel Radcliffe. And I got some new shirts. I'm going back Tuesday to get some more stuff. And I have an update for everyone. That guy that is younger then me I don't know what I was thinking! But, anyways remember that guy I was telling ya'll about? Will that got saved at church camp? Well, I'm dating him now. Yeah I know I'm so cool. He got baptized today so that is cool. Now the world knows he's a christian!! ANd that is just what I need! Well, it's pretty late right now and I have band practice tommorrow at 12 so I better get some rest!!! Love yall and see ya'll later! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112853086599012717?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112853086599012717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112853086599012717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112853086599012717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112853086599012717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/shopping.html' title='Shopping!!'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112846143269240133</id><published>2005-10-04T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:30:32.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Agent</title><content type='html'>I am the travel agent.I have advanced degrees in accounting, public relations, marketing, business, computer science, civil engineering, and Swahili.I can also read minds. Of course I still have the package reservation you put on hold six years ago even though you never came in to purchase it.It's not a problem to give you seven connecting, non smoking, riverside suites with two king beds in each, 4 rollaways, and yes I can install a wet bar.I know it's my fault that the hotel does not have a helicopter landing pad.I am the travel agent.I am expected to speak all languages. It is obvious to me that when you booked your flight for Friday you really meant Saturday.I am the travel agent.I understand that the Mcgillicotty Widget Mfg. Co is a vast empire that will make or break our agency.Yes, I am lying when I say that the $100 flight for tomorrow is sold out.But, it's not a problem for me to quickly construct several more 747's.It'salso my fault that everyone else wanted to fly tomorrow too.I should have known you were coming in.I am the travel agent.I am quite capable of checking all the flights in September to see which one is the cheapeset, answering 12 incoming phone calls, putting together 8 documents while finding out why Holland America cruises won't give you a refund even though you refused the insurance.I always know which airline serves the best vegetarian meal. I know exactly what to see and do in every city in fifteen minutes without spending any money.I take personal blame for airline delays, traffic jams, rental car flat tires, bad weather, lost luggage and the national economy.I realize you meant to book your reservation at the Hilton, people always confuse it with the Galazy Delight Motel of Antarctica. Of course I can get you a cheap rate because you've been a member of AAA for 30 years.I am the travel agent.I am expected to smile, empathize, console, up sell, perform, sing, dance, fix the printer, and I know exactly where Opossum Trot Lane is because...I am the travel agent!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112846143269240133?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112846143269240133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112846143269240133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112846143269240133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112846143269240133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/travel-agent.html' title='Travel Agent'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112844430974754759</id><published>2005-10-04T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:45:09.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yep</title><content type='html'>Well last night was fun. Ris, Amanda, and I hung out. We ate at DQ then took pics around Langdon lol, then went toWedding Crashers. The movie was really funny. Idk doing random stuff like taking pictures &amp;quot;playing tag&amp;quot; or at the city pond is what I actually like about small towns. I found this quote and I really liked it i`M N0T G0NNA GET l[ DRUNK ]l T0 PLEASE THE CROWDi`M NOT GONNA BE A l[ SLUT ]l &amp;amp;JUST SLEEP AROUND.i`M GONNA SAY WHAT i THiNK &amp;amp; SAY iT l[ LOUD ]li`M GONNA SAY WHAT i BELiEVE &amp;amp; i`M GONNA STAND PROUD.i`M GONNA BE ME, NO MATTER l[ WHO ]l i`M AROUND.  Yeah thats about it. much luv ~later  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112844430974754759?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112844430974754759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112844430974754759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112844430974754759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112844430974754759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/yep.html' title='yep'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112837581291319764</id><published>2005-10-03T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:43:32.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets loved and relished</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, I can't claim this entry, it belongs to a certain Elyse Singleton who wrote this in the Shanghai Star, May 2, 2002. I however found it to be particularly good reading, and the'Guangzhou' she is referring to is just an hour away, and culturally, down the street. I hope you enjoy this as I did. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I swear the frog was looking at me. All the other frogs in the tank seemed complacent. They were motionless, eyes closed. But this one was frantic. Every now and then he would make an attempt at escape. On realizing the futility of his mission, he would return to staring at me. Our eyes locked. His pleaded: &amp;quot;Save me.&amp;quot; Live animals on display in restaurants can be off-putting. I understand that the food that ends up on one's table is guaranteed to be fresh (although some of these fish look under the weather at times). But I harbour a squeamishness when it comes to such a reminder of where dinner comes from. In the West, we tend to err on the side of delicacy. When we serve our dishes, they rarely resemble whatever animal they come from. It's not common to see a recognizable body part. Even fish are transformed from a mass of scales, bones, eyes and heads into a neat, inoffensive and anonymous fillet. We even have a selection of euphemisms. Pig is pork or bacon. Cow is beef. Sheep's stomach lining is tripe. We alienate ourselves to assuage our guilt. I'm mainly vegetarian, but I indulge in the odd seafood dish. I feel bad and responsible when I see the array of creatures on offer. It's like a mini-death row. Call me over-sensitive or accuse me of possessing a fevered imagination, but I have seen a chicken trembling on its way to its death. For selection of animals, Guangzhou takes the cake. Restaurants resemble pet shops. Cages contain snakes, rabbits, dogs, chickens and cats. I guess it's a question of attitude. My students were asked to write about which animal they thought made the best pet. Aside from the usual qualities such as loyalty, gentleness or beauty, they rated taste and flavour as worthwile attributes. Sometimes it seems cruel. For example, killing a snake at the table and draining its blood for the spectators. In Guangzhou, I was disturbed by what can only be described as a turtle funeral pyre. In a shop window, a large pile of turtles was slowly roasting. I was unable to discern whether or not they were dead when they were placed there, but I have my doubts. The Chinese are resourceful, they certainly don't waste anything. Take the pig. Every single part of that animal from lips and snout to tail are incorporated into some dish. It's the same with chickens. In the past, I did not deeply consider chicken's feet. However, if I had chosen to contemplate them, they would have definitely ended up on my very long list entitled &amp;quot;inedible&amp;quot;. They are hardly fleshy, they are ugly. Sitting there, all scrawny and wrinkled complete with nails. Yet here they're a snack. Give me a muesli bar any day. Every culture is different. Yet when I felt that frog's eyes on me, I felt a long way from home. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112837581291319764?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112837581291319764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112837581291319764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112837581291319764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112837581291319764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/pets-loved-and-relished.html' title='Pets loved and relished'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112835744867485487</id><published>2005-10-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:37:28.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>Everybody stop that madness.If any of you were my friends then you wold be turning on my or ragging on each other.Yes I havee made my choic and I am gonna stay with the group because we have went trough too much to let in end like this.O.k. maybe you are right Livea maybe I am holding on to old memories but what else am I sapose to do.We had so much fun together.and Candace is my friend because when I was scared to sing in front of my school she was there.When I was going through God knows she was there.Yeah we may fight but what friends don't fight.I am not goingg to let every friendship I have end because of a fight.Cause i I do then I will be all alone.So I am sorry Candace for the way my friends and cousins were acting and I am sure if they knew you then they would be sorry too.And anybody out there that isn't happy with our friendship then to bad.Nothing is going to break us up! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112835744867485487?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112835744867485487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112835744867485487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112835744867485487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112835744867485487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112828877751364286</id><published>2005-10-02T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:32:57.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Dennis</title><content type='html'>so hurricane dennis is approaching - I live two blocks from the beach, here, in Gulfport Mississippi. So I'm taking refuge in the church - which is more like five blocks up from the beach. It's better - they've ordered a mandatory evacuation. but we're staying - last year for Ivan I left and I'm not doing that this year - this isn't the best news, but it's good news.   I'm going to be living in the same place as my boss for however long this takes - which can be fun, but I never count on it - because it rarely is fun. Nonetheless, I'm glad to have a place to stay. I just moved into this place near the beach - and having to get my stuff ready for evacuation is like moving again. Prioritizing, organizing, planning, making puchases I otherwise would not be buying - since I don't have the money - but God is faithful and so I'm ok with everything in that sense.   Just exhausting - I'm tired. I'm hot (from moving around in this humidity and heat; it's super hot even in this night time, here). So I have moved four puppies that are still in my care and the mama pup. Not an easy feat - thank God I had the help of my friend, Christina. Otherwise I might've just stayed put. But, then if something bad had happened - well, I'm here.   I'm not in the mood to socialize, either, and these people have been waiting on me for a while(to show up I mean). I'm shy and I'm not all that comfortable.    So much for the slumber party - my boss' sister is now going to bed.    I guess everyone's going to sleep - I'm tired myself -  signing out - &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112828877751364286?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112828877751364286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112828877751364286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112828877751364286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112828877751364286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/hurricane-dennis.html' title='Hurricane Dennis'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112827080875435323</id><published>2005-10-02T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:33:28.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~ Birthday</title><content type='html'>First of all... thank you Jennifer, Surya, Chack and Cyndi's prompt birthday greetings. And for those who's name didn't appear, I know that you guys are just shy but in fact you still have one more valid day to go  ( hey hey, tomorrow is my chinese calendar birthday).  Well, I am now officailly a master student at NYMU (&amp;quot;New York Medical University&amp;quot; ) who at the moment just playing around and getting use to Taipei(capital city).   So, did you guess it? My next 7 is today lah... I would like to say something to the &amp;quot;body&amp;quot; that I took care of for the past 26yrs. We have experienced a lot of interesting things together all over NZ &amp;amp; Taiwan. We met buddies and lots of nice friends along the way. Although your skin may not be as smooth, glossy, elastic and tight as b4 but generally a healthy little girl (ok ok ... a big lady~). Hope that the new life ahead will be as fun or better!!    The weather in Taipei is pretty hot, so here is something to cool u down:   ..  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112827080875435323?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112827080875435323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112827080875435323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112827080875435323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112827080875435323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/birthday.html' title='~~ Birthday'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112820216512632192</id><published>2005-10-01T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T14:29:25.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hyped up in purple... hell yess</title><content type='html'> Well, dahlings, hullo. I have declared today a terrible day, and it has only been today for four hours and thirty-six mintues, currently. Why is today so horrible? The waves and growing darker every hour and the stars have lost their power in the sky.   I have seen someone I care for staggerinto the path of blind, ensconced faith and it has sent me into an extreme malaise feeling. I have wept over it and had a chuckle about it. But now I am left here, sitting in this solitary setting, baffled. How could someone do this?! And I thought it bothered me when Icogitated about people I barely knew. This has struckme, and there is a pang in my thoughts.  He didn't even realize how drugged he sounded.     Please. Never do this to me.     Burning convected confections,  -iro &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112820216512632192?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112820216512632192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112820216512632192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112820216512632192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112820216512632192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/hyped-up-in-purple-hell-yess.html' title='hyped up in purple... hell yess'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112818456753204122</id><published>2005-10-01T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:36:07.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ebay phuck! paypal sucks!</title><content type='html'>My shuttle mini PC was sold out to WA for 545 dollors+35dollors shipping. omg. paypal sucks my 17.5 dollors for transcation fee. ebay charge me 12 dollors for listing fee. these two companies are really garbage!!!!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112818456753204122?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112818456753204122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112818456753204122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112818456753204122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112818456753204122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/10/ebay-phuck-paypal-sucks.html' title='ebay phuck! paypal sucks!'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112811599704339276</id><published>2005-09-30T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:33:17.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah Carey- We Belong Together</title><content type='html'>... I couldn't have fathomed that I would ever Be without your love Never imagined that I'd be Sitting here beside myself Guess I didn't know you Guess I didn't know me But I thought I knew everything I never felt The feeling that I'm feeling now Now that I don't Hear your voice Or have your touch and kiss your lips Cause I don't have a choice Oh what I wouldn't give To have you lying by my side right here Cause baby, (Chorus) When you left I lost a part of me It's still so hard to believe Come back baby please Cuz We belong together Whose am I gonna lean on When times get rough Who's gonna talk to me on the phone Till the sun comes up Who's gonna take your place There ain't nobody better Oh baby baby We belong together I can't sleep at night When you are on my mind Bobby Womack's on the radio Singing to me 'if you think your lonely now' Wait a minute This is too deep, too deep I gotta change the station So I turn the dial Trying to catch a break, And then I hear Babyface I only think of you And it's breaking my heart I'm trying to keep it together But I'm falling apart I'm feeling all out of my element throwing things Crying Trying to figure out Where the / I went wrong The pain reflected in this song Ain't even half of what I'm feeling inside I need you need You back in my life baby  ... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112811599704339276?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112811599704339276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112811599704339276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112811599704339276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112811599704339276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/mariah-carey-we-belong-together.html' title='Mariah Carey- We Belong Together'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112809794474305840</id><published>2005-09-30T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:32:24.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>felices amigos del arbol</title><content type='html'>metase a la popular serie de estos adorables animalitos en la pagina www.happytreefriends.com vea los videos y riase a carcajadas con las jocosas aventuras de nuestros amigos &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112809794474305840?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112809794474305840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112809794474305840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112809794474305840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112809794474305840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/felices-amigos-del-arbol.html' title='felices amigos del arbol'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112802997210503979</id><published>2005-09-29T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:39:32.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words That We Couldn't Say - Yoko Kanno</title><content type='html'>We couldn't say them,So now we just pray them,Words that we couldn't say.  Funny, ain't it?Games people play,Scratch it, paint it,One in the same,We couldn't find them,So we tried to hide them,Words that we couldn't say.  It hurts, don't it?Fools on parade,Taint it, own it,Chase it away,We couldn't make them,So we had to break them,Words that we couldn't say.  Sometimes baby, We make mistakes,Dark and hazy,Prices we pay,I sit here in my shelf,Just talking to myself,Words that we couldn't say.  Someday, maybe,We'll make it right,Until that day,Long endless nights,We couldn't say them,So now we just pray them,Words that we couldn't say.  We couldn't say them,So now we just pray them,Words that we couldn't say.  Someday, maybe,We'll make it right,Until that day,Long endless nights,We couldn't say them,So now we just pray them,Words that we couldn't say. --Juan &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112802997210503979?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112802997210503979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112802997210503979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112802997210503979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112802997210503979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/words-that-we-couldnt-say-yoko-kanno.html' title='Words That We Couldn&apos;t Say - Yoko Kanno'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112801135310789444</id><published>2005-09-29T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:29:13.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrmmmm,,</title><content type='html'>Do you ever think about...-when someone's talking, or says something to you and it's like you type it into a computer in your head.-How small you really are... If you look into the star-scaped sky and really think about it, you feel like a speck of dirt on the ground.LoveWhat is love?I once made up a quote for love...&amp;quot;Love is everything you've ever dreamed of and everything you've never dreamed of.&amp;quot;Know what? &amp;quot;everything you've ever dreamed of...&amp;quot;We all dream and think about love being this great thing... (or at least majority does...)What about the part we've &amp;quot;never dreamed of.&amp;quot;How do you know that that's all the shit that comes with love. The pain... all that...We've never dreamed of it because loves so full of shit, it's clouded our vision and we're too blind to see the reality of it...Another quote I wrote...&amp;quot;Love is blind, but eyes can see.&amp;quot;Think about that...Bah... There's more to that quote... I just found it in one of my old books, that's the whole thing.&amp;quot;Love is blind, but eyes can see.Eyes can see...But can your heart?Love is no pain, no gain.You're only hurting yourself.&amp;quot;Hrmm... that completely went with what I just said... I'm actually now confused. Because who really knows. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112801135310789444?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112801135310789444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112801135310789444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112801135310789444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112801135310789444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/hrmmmm.html' title='Hrmmmm,,'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112794342341345332</id><published>2005-09-28T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:37:03.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefox</title><content type='html'>Just asI promised I have some firefox info. bellow are two links one from firefoxs website and one for addonsfor the broswer.   website/download:  http://www.mozilla.org/products/firefox/   Addons for firefox  https://addons.mozilla.org/themes/showlist.php?application=firefox&amp;amp;category=Popular   posted-8/10/05  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112794342341345332?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112794342341345332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112794342341345332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112794342341345332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112794342341345332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/firefox.html' title='Firefox'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112792527582804915</id><published>2005-09-28T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:34:35.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo.</title><content type='html'>Today me and Marc went to see Fantastic Four, It was good. We then went to Square One and I bought this kickass Megaman X action figure... well... my mom won't give me anymore money for a month... so I'm kinda pisses... BUT IT'S A MEGAMAN X ACTION FIGURE! Not those crappy NT warrior ones! Anyways... wait... no thats the end.    http://www.audioscrobbler.com/user/Chris9898 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112792527582804915?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112792527582804915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112792527582804915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112792527582804915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112792527582804915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/yo.html' title='Yo.'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112785779553255936</id><published>2005-09-27T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:49:55.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>running  fun</title><content type='html'>so i'm going to continue on about how i am in so much pain from running. yesterday i ran 6 laps, it wasnt bad and all, plus i could breathe because it was hotter out. but my all of my legs hurt. i cant even walk normally at the moment. and wing said he wanted to go running too but he also has work today so maybe.   AWWW! i love this picture, maddox is wearing eye liner.    and how lucky to be angelina's kids. WEARING BURBERRY! thats like a 300+dollar blanket. looks like lambs wool but if not it'd be cashmere. seriously, to be fucking wearing cashmere as a baby!     and theres a trailer for the chumscrubber at apple. which looks good plus has a really great cast.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112785779553255936?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112785779553255936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112785779553255936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112785779553255936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112785779553255936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/running-fun.html' title='running  fun'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112783924694597990</id><published>2005-09-27T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:40:47.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about Mike L is here!</title><content type='html'>hey this is real touchy to here how your sister hurt your feelings thinking you are weird,well the word isn't weird it's indiffrent, weird was a man made word meant to make someone feel out of place,god made you the way you are for a reason,ihave had people say i'm weird too, and i correct them, i'm indiffrent, but what counts is your heart,if your heart is true,then you aren't weird,i think evil folks are weird, not good folks and just like you said,heros come in all categories.i like that statememt mike.that's right stand up for what you feel is right.remember benny and the jets (elton john song) well he said in the song oh the weird and the wonderful,as long as you are a wonderful person inside that's what counts my man.. don't change who you are be you to the end.keep storing your treasures in heaven not on earth.and may god bless you.  your blogger freind titk&amp;quot; Quote  Mike L is here! Hello ALL....This is Me,and i am here.&amp;quot;When sweet Polly is in trouble,i am not slow,it's up...up...up,and away i go....There's no need to fear,Mike L is here&amp;quot;! &amp;quot;EVERYONE CAN BE A HERO&amp;quot;...to someone.Do what you can,with what you have.Everyone does not have equal powers...Superman can &amp;quot;FLY,but BatGirl can not fly...But these 2 &amp;quot;HEROS&amp;quot;are STILL HEROS,and they each do what they can,with whatthey have.And if all the &amp;quot;HEROS&amp;quot; in the world would just band together &amp;amp; stand together,then there would be NO ROOM for Bad Guys,anywhere....So &amp;quot;do what YOU can do&amp;quot;,and use your &amp;quot;POWER&amp;quot; to right a wrong...Do right to all,and injustice will fall...Stand up for the weak,and be a friend to the friendless,and in so doing,YOU WILL BECOME A &amp;quot;HERO&amp;quot;....Both theirs,and Mine.....THERE's NO NEED TO FEAR...MIKE L IS HERE! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112783924694597990?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112783924694597990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112783924694597990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112783924694597990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112783924694597990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/talking-about-mike-l-is-here.html' title='Talking about Mike L is here!'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112777051308239388</id><published>2005-09-26T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:35:14.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verjaardag</title><content type='html'>Wederom weer maandag, lijkt of het steeds sneller gaat het weekend.... zal wel door de leefdtijd komen Zaterdagochtend nog ff gewerkt van 9.00 tot 12.00 uur bij mijn ouwe chef. ff wat netwerkkabels aangesloten in de patchkast. Was een leuk zoekwerkje maar met hulp van een kabel tester toch gevonden wat we nodig hadden...... nog 1 keer een avondje denk ik om de telefonie in orde te maken en dan is het klaar denk ik, want hij had het er over dat er ook nog wat beamers en geluidsapparatuur neergezet moesten gaan worden.... S'avonds een mannetje of 12 op visite gehad... Natuurlijk geld gekregen en van jaap en petra een Hogedruk reiniger (nog bedankt daarvoor, was heeeel lief van jullie ) en bibi een koffer voor dr toekomstige brommer. Rond een uurtje of 11 ging iedereen naar huis... tring tring telefoon.... Bibi de pa... accu leeg, want hij had zijn lichten laten branden... dus E.O.R (Erik On Route) om de helpende hand te bieden... 5 min konden ze toch naar huis.....  ZOndag helemaal niets gedaan, lekker lui gedaan de hele dag. Nog ff naar Valiant gekeken (nieuwe tekenfilm van de makers van Shrek, Hoe kom ik hier nou Toch weer aan ) s'avonds zijn we nog ff naar het ziekenhuis geweest....  Vandaag weer werken... straks in mijn pauze lekker geld uitgeven, Ga namelijk ff naar alternate om mijn DVD brander te kopen en wat DVD'tjes... En vanavond denk ik nog 2 dvd's bestellen... Angel en CSI Angel bestel ik lekker in engeland bij Play.com want dat scheelt bijna 30 euro met nederland... nou 30 euro voor NL ondertiteling vindt ik toch wat te veel lol....  Tot Snel Erik &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112777051308239388?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112777051308239388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112777051308239388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112777051308239388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112777051308239388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/verjaardag.html' title='Verjaardag'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112775277792017758</id><published>2005-09-26T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:39:39.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding bells 'r ringing</title><content type='html'>Wedding season has started, ushered in with a beee-u-tifulceremonywith J's brother John and his lovely bride Michelle. They kept it simple (family mostly) and picked a gorgeous, rustic location. Afterwards, we grubbed on some great food and enjoyed cupcakes with standard wedding icing and gigantic purple, yellow, and pink flowers on the top (innovative thinkiing Michelle - I'm keeping that one in my back pocket). There was dancing and merriement to be had following the feasting, and I have to say this was -- if not THE best-- one of the top 3 weddings I've been to ever. Congrats John &amp;amp; Michelle!  Now, off to sis' wedding next week (yah!), followed by Brenda's in September (yes!), and Jed's in October (never seen the South before - this will be fun). J's actually at Jed's bachlor party this weekend - probably gambling away the farm. j/k   I'll have to get a picture of me into one of these blogs showing off my new Ann Taylor dresses -- me in pink! It's shocking. (And reserved for weddings only).  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112775277792017758?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112775277792017758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112775277792017758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112775277792017758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112775277792017758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/wedding-bells-r-ringing.html' title='Wedding bells &apos;r ringing'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112768405207933565</id><published>2005-09-25T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:34:12.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..sweet..</title><content type='html'>well.. deb chickened out to tell him.. so oh well.. this weekend was pretty cool despite the fact i had to work.. well.. friday night.. i hung out with deb.. didnt get to see paul all that much.. but i still did.. then saturday i went over to chill with deb and we hung out for like.. ever.. i woulda gone and saw paul but he had people over.. but we were sittin outside on the backporch and all the sudden we heard paul yellin over askin if i was there.. then wanted me to come over and meet his mom.. well.. i didnt get right up.. and he walked over there and walked me and deb over there.. didnt talk to his mom much cuz she was stayin inside with the baby.. so i hung out on his backporch with him deb, his sister raquel, whom i grew up with and went to school with.. and her husband mario.. it was fun listenin to them all talk in spanish.. and drinkin tequila from mexico.. and texas beer.. and paul finsihed off my bottle of crown.. he kept gettin real close to me.. that face.. yea that one.. it was gettin kinda late.. 2am and all.. my mom called and paul answered.. big mistake.. then i had to go home..so i got up.. said my goodbyes.. and was walking off the porch when i get this geat big hug goodbye.. oh so cute.. then i got in my car.. and they kept drinkin and prolly had a grand ol time..  last night i took pauls shot glass and bottle over to his house cuz it was on debs porch.. then i went over to karen and bryans, and saw robyn and her husband and kali and her 2month old laten.. kali hung all over me like i was her best friend all night, and cryed when i left.. we went over to bryans land and shot off fireworks and had a cookout and cake and stuff for robyns 28th b-day which is today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROBYN!!!        dont kno what else much more to say.. so i better ger off of here.. lubba dubba!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112768405207933565?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112768405207933565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112768405207933565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112768405207933565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112768405207933565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/sweet.html' title='..sweet..'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112766672526096512</id><published>2005-09-25T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:45:25.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADDISON SHOULD BE MINE....not yet</title><content type='html'>well addison said he hasn't been avoiding me....... i still wonder if its a lie or not but i'm happy that i am getting to talk to him today! i don't really have anything to say to him but i could........but talking about christmas untill christmas would kinda probably get really boring so i won't bore him for another 4 months with that........ well to bad hes still goin out with katie........he doesn't realize what hes missing........lol katie has him pretty whipped/head over heels... or at least thats what it seems..........o well i get my turn............hopefully if i don't i'd b sad but i'd live.......... well addison went to go eat so i'll tell u how the rest of our conversation went when he gets back and we get to talk more BYE!!!!!     ~TEG &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112766672526096512?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112766672526096512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112766672526096512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112766672526096512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112766672526096512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/addison-should-be-minenot-yet.html' title='ADDISON SHOULD BE MINE....not yet'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112759400773877361</id><published>2005-09-24T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:33:28.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Physion, rain and branches</title><content type='html'>Got up late, had no clean jeans for Physio.......it was raining....had to scoot down the steps with a towel.......got to the car and the windows had been left open!! back into the house for something to sit on.....drove up the road and realized I'd left my purse behind.....back we go again.........wouldn't have bothered but I needed gas, finally got to Physio.....  Physio was good I got to ride on the bike.....lol....now i'm in some serious pain.......got home and big branches had fallen of the tree into the drive way........debated whether or not to move them and decided it wasn't a good idea....was very careful wet grass and crutches can be a bit scary......  got bored last night, nothing to do so reformated my hard drive........hadn't any need to.....but kept me occupied for 4 hours......must remember to save my favorites list when I do this.....and I suddenly remembered I hadn't saved my game either.....so will have to start from the begining again.....damn was on level 72..... oh well........  bet the phone will constantly ring this afternoon....................headphones!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112759400773877361?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112759400773877361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112759400773877361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112759400773877361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112759400773877361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/physion-rain-and-branches.html' title='Physion, rain and branches'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112757667172292715</id><published>2005-09-24T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:44:32.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sarah</title><content type='html'>I got a dog named sarah a while ago. shes chow, lab, and saint bernard. I took her fo ra walk, for the first time , and she saw two dogs. She freaked out and tried runing away!! Shes so adorable!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112757667172292715?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112757667172292715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112757667172292715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112757667172292715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112757667172292715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/sarah.html' title='sarah'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112750745130141297</id><published>2005-09-23T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:30:51.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday weekend!!</title><content type='html'>   All together now.............  Happy Birthday to youuuuuuuuuu....... Happy Birthday to youuuu... Happy Biiirrrthday dear Chuck ( 8/19)&amp;amp; Carl ( 8/18)....Happy Birthday   toooooo Youuuuuuuuuuu !!!!!!!!   Yep.. Both had a birthday this week and are Much, Much older guys...LOL Chuck turned a heafty 38 And Carl turned a Whopping 12 !! Accck!! Pre-Teen Now!! My baby is growing up!!! .   Now for their this year::  Carl got a robosapian from me &amp;amp; Chuck 2 weeks ago. This is an AWESOME robot!!!   He got a cool toy sword that makes noise as well as cheap walkie talkies from my best friend Patty. We all went to Toys R Us yesterday and he chose those 2 toys for his present from her   Chuck  I was able to TOTALLY surprise him this year!!!  He went and played a round of golf friday morning with a friend of his while I had to work. When I got off work he was still golfing with his friend so I thought to surprise him. There is this AWESOME putt-putt golf course him &amp;amp; I have discussed going to sometime. Well.. I went and bout all 4 of us a ticket. Then I went to my rat breeder friend to pick up a couple of rescue rats &amp;amp; an ex breeder from her &amp;amp; then headed home.  By this time Chuck had gotten home and I asked him if he could go and pick up the boys from school since earlier in the day I was having back problems at work and didnt want to do the driving. He agreed he would. Then when he left I mentioned to him that I was making a trip to WalMart to pick up some pop &amp;amp; canned cat food for our kittens.  While he was off to pick the boys up, I had went to WalMart &amp;amp; bought a small cake,a small stuffed animal that had a card holder on it, a birthday card, and finally, a Mylar blaoon. I placed the tickets for the golfing in the card holder, and wrapped the mylar ballon ( which had a pic of a kitten and said &amp;quot; hope your birthday was purrrfect! &amp;quot; ) around the stuffed animal .. So fitting isn't it?..lol  He arrived home before I did. When I finally made it home, he was in his boxers and relaxing on our bed. I came in and handed him everything... and at this point said * Happy Birthday Hunny !! * He had NO CLUE as to what I had done all day for him..LOL  Patty got him a nice pair of shorts   We all are going to go to the putt -putt course this evening after the sun goes down. Its much cooler and the putt putt place looks totally AWESOME all lit up!  Well My boss just called me and told me to go in at 8am tomorrow instead of 6.. an extra hour of sleep! YEA!!   Just a quick note to say that I have decided to take in abondoned &amp;amp; unwanted rats as well as ex breeder rats. I have posted a pic of my huge cage in our pet photo album. Currently I have 12 rats ..LOL I will be getting a 2nd cage next week and maybe even a 3rd cage as well. I am wanting to pick up 2 rats in Colorado Springs, but am waiting for a reply as to which day would work with this breeder. The 2 I am picking up are ones returned because the lady that adopted them couldnt take them with her in the move. I only take female rats -- they are less smelly, &amp;amp; smaller than male rats. Will also be posting pics of ALL of them as I get a chance..LOL  Well Chuck said he would get a new printer for us, so I am off to walMart to get one-- YEA!!!!!!  Keep Checking back here for updated pics of our zoo..LOL  Love &amp;amp; Light  Kitty  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112750745130141297?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112750745130141297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112750745130141297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112750745130141297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112750745130141297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthday-weekend.html' title='Birthday weekend!!'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112748989444443362</id><published>2005-09-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:38:14.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crying, trying to figure out what the hell I did wrong</title><content type='html'>So...college soon. Im still excited...just not as excited as I probably should be. I guess thats cause there isn't anything/anyone waiting for me anymore. You find one little glimer of happiness and then its taken away from you just like THAT! Shit happens...Im used to it. I just cant expect things...thats when I get hurt the most. I expected that me and kalan would be happy for a long time...and I expected well something else with someone else that I shouldnt have expected. Its all for the best I believe. Uh...okay Im done being all depressive.   New quote &amp;quot;Crying, trying to figure out where the hell I went wrong&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Trying to hold it together but Im falling apart&amp;quot; Mariah Carey &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112748989444443362?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112748989444443362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112748989444443362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112748989444443362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112748989444443362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/crying-trying-to-figure-out-what-hell.html' title='crying, trying to figure out what the hell I did wrong'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112742159474024313</id><published>2005-09-22T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:39:54.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Kill Me Now</title><content type='html'>i am completely and utterly miserable right now. i woke up this morning with a stiff back. i must have slept wrong and pinched a nerve because now my upper back and lower neck are immobil. it totally sucks it hurts to move or turn and even reach. ive never realized how much i move my neck until i couldnt anymore worse of all i think because im not moving my neck the oxygen isnt circulating cause i have a pounding headache that only aleviates a little when i pinch the neck so i can move it around a little. this blows luckily i got to go home early cause theres no way i would have made it through the day. just being there for half of my shift and i was crying. my poor kids didnt know what to think except maybe their teacher had lost her mind. lol well time to drug myself up at least i hope so.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112742159474024313?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112742159474024313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112742159474024313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112742159474024313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112742159474024313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-kill-me-now.html' title='Just Kill Me Now'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112740313110396103</id><published>2005-09-22T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:32:12.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad day</title><content type='html'>Hey Y'all! Its me again! School was sad today. I guess two girls got in a wreck on their way back to school from lunch and one died. Death is a sad thing, but its ok, because she's in a much better place now with God! Yay! Her name was Emily Anne Tuthill. Anyway, there was a memorial this morning at school and all the seniors went. There was lots of crying, of course, and pictures and her friends all got up there and said some nice things about her and how much they were going to miss her. May she rest in peace.  Next to that, it seem very irrelevent that I have like 3 hours of Chemistry homework already.  We finally got all our pictures developed from our trip to Spain. They turned out pretty well, so guess what I get to do today- scrapbooking! j...o...y.... I'll get some of thos pix up on this website later.  I hope that you all had a good day! May God bless you in all you do, and ttyl! MUAH &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112740313110396103?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112740313110396103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112740313110396103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112740313110396103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112740313110396103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/sad-day.html' title='sad day'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112733557631528383</id><published>2005-09-21T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:46:17.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It begins again</title><content type='html'>Monday is upon us again. Oh the joy. I suppose I should be glad that it's rolled around again, since I'm always a little down the day afterI see the boys. It's just something about having to send them home that gets to me, and the work will keep my mind on other things.  On the social front, well, let's just say that i haven't heard anything from the lady I've been seeing, and it's beginning to feel like I'm not going to. It's not to say that I won't, but I had expected to by now.  Perhaps I'll have something better by evening.  Have to go buy some coffee.. Grrrrr. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112733557631528383?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112733557631528383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112733557631528383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112733557631528383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112733557631528383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-begins-again.html' title='It begins again'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112731701280200389</id><published>2005-09-21T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T08:36:52.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GrR!</title><content type='html'>Hey! What's up with everybody today? I'm super bored! Played pool all day. I got beat alot. I need to up my game. Lol...also need to start working on my homework since I've been gone since like last Wednesday. I dont' feel the need to yet although i know i am really far behind. I'm just not in the mood. Hmm...I don't have much to say so ttyl sam &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112731701280200389?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112731701280200389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112731701280200389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112731701280200389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112731701280200389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/grr.html' title='GrR!'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112724899464988709</id><published>2005-09-20T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:43:15.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Replie......</title><content type='html'>Well this is my replie to the last comment.  What I write is either understood by those who need to or those that require knowing what they mean. Mostly whats writen either describes and event or a feeling some thoughts possibly. So the way they are writen keep people guessing and wondering and then this blog is kept open to the public but still concealed in a way. I pretty sure you'll understand. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112724899464988709?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112724899464988709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112724899464988709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112724899464988709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112724899464988709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/replie.html' title='Replie......'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112723079808646100</id><published>2005-09-20T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:39:58.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>Since today is July 3rd, there are some fireworks shows tonight. I will be going to one pretty soon. ____                       I went to the Addison Kaboom! Town show. It was pretty good. I proboly won't go to any shows tomorrow because my dad won't be here to take me to one. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112723079808646100?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112723079808646100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112723079808646100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112723079808646100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112723079808646100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112716242624917334</id><published>2005-09-19T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:40:26.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! Its Megan</title><content type='html'>Haye Yawl! Its me . .Megan! Lolz! I havent wrote in a while so i thot i wuld! Im sittin here watchin laguna beach(best show)! Lol! So skewl started about a week ago! Im a freshman @ DcHs! its alot differnt that middle skewl definately! In a good way! The day seems to go by faster! Which is a good thing! Uhmm ive got sum pretty good classes I only have on book! So i only have to go to my locker like twice a day! So i aint complainin! Im lookin forward to this year @ DcHs! So far it seems like alot of fun! Alot more ppl! Lolz! So as far as guys! Im taken by a wonderful guy named evan! I love him so much! Weve been doing stuff together for a while now and started going out about 2 weeks ago! Weve always been friends . .But never like this! I love him soo much! Hes a great guy! Uhmm i kno u dont wanna hear about that! Lol! Me braggin about how wonderful he is! . . .My weekends since skewl started back have been really kewl! This weekend me and hannah stewart r goin 2 memphis hopefully and im stayin w/her on friday nite MAYBE! lol! hopefulyl shes really kewl! Well peace out! Im gonna go get sum cheetos! Yummy! luv yawl . . .bye until later! . .Megz &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112716242624917334?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112716242624917334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112716242624917334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112716242624917334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112716242624917334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/wow-its-megan.html' title='Wow! Its Megan'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112714423332677016</id><published>2005-09-19T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:37:13.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing Slugs</title><content type='html'>I think this was a long dream, but I only remember the last scene from it. I was in either a lit up room, or outside during the day. I was running away from something, and it was throwing slugs at me. At this point, I realized I was dreaming, so I turned around to face whatever was throwing the slugs. I don't remember what happened after that, or if I woke up. I'm going to attempt to reenter the dream later on. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112714423332677016?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112714423332677016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112714423332677016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112714423332677016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112714423332677016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/throwing-slugs.html' title='Throwing Slugs'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112707615406240383</id><published>2005-09-18T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:42:34.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey all...</title><content type='html'>Its, me... gettin ready to go out... lol and hang with friends, fun fun... the lust of my life, lol is gonna go.. hehe.. how fun!!. but i dont wanna jump the gun to soon.. but its gonna be hella fun... i bet that its gonna be crazy lol.. but hit me up of course, peace my peeps. - im outie - call me if you wana... lata &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112707615406240383?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112707615406240383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112707615406240383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112707615406240383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112707615406240383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-all.html' title='Hey all...'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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-15895986.post-112705770097514490</id><published>2005-09-18T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:35:01.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Mike~</title><content type='html'>  Mike-phone sex/friend  I started getting more outgoing and I would talk to guys sexy through txt messages or Id call then or they would call methere was one guy in particular that called and we talkedwe got along great and laughedwe ended up having phone sexit was my first timebut I liked it with himI tried it with one other guy after thatwasnt any goodbut we were just having funhe was in Texasno way we were trying to be in a relationship together. Anyway his phone got disconnected and I have only heard from him once after thathe called me on a friends phone. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895986-112705770097514490?l=matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/feeds/112705770097514490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895986&amp;postID=112705770097514490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112705770097514490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895986/posts/default/112705770097514490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewglasgowcomments.blogspot.com/2005/09/mike.html' title='~Mike~'/><author><name>Matthew Glasgow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02859017599839813531</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></feed>
