<?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-6971225211306025140</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:18:12.242-08:00</updated><category term='test'/><category term='Girlfriend'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>Mind Ooze</title><subtitle type='html'>"I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?... Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindooze51.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971225211306025140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindooze51.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884913425605326796</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971225211306025140.post-8848129689678346280</id><published>2007-11-11T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T11:43:52.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriend'/><title type='text'>I planted a Pumpkin and grew a Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/4074/pumpkinspr8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/4074/pumpkinspr8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time I planted a pumpkin seed; it was the most beautiful seed in the world. I watched the seed grow into a pumpkin; it slowly turned orange and began to become very big. I couldn’t wait for it to be picked. I had never felt so much pride this was not just a seed, but something I had planted with my girlfriend and her mother.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This one act became a symbol for me being accepted as part of the family. Then one day it was all gone, somebody had ripped it off. This is the place were the fairy tale ends and my rage starts. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mind is oozing in overtime. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WHY???? Would someone steal a pumpkin, and it was not just a one time thing. They did it at least two times, the second time stealing pumpkins that weren’t even close to being ripe. I know it’s just a pumpkin, but actually it’s not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pumpkin meant so too much to me, and when it was stolen it not only hurt me, but made my girlfriend breakdown in tears. I don’t wish whoever did it any harm, well maybe not too much, but I wouldn’t mind if when they bit into the pumpkin it was infested by killer, flesh eating bugs!!!! Just kidding…or am I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971225211306025140-8848129689678346280?l=mindooze51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindooze51.blogspot.com/feeds/8848129689678346280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971225211306025140&amp;postID=8848129689678346280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971225211306025140/posts/default/8848129689678346280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971225211306025140/posts/default/8848129689678346280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindooze51.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-planted-pumpkin-and-grew-thief.html' title='I planted a Pumpkin and grew a Thief'/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884913425605326796</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-6971225211306025140.post-5017721096231314227</id><published>2007-11-10T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T11:48:10.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Here a TV, There a TV, Everywhere I look a TV!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/9070/0202un4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/9070/0202un4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is the world going mad or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was out with my girlfriend and as we were walking through the grocery store I saw TV in the checkout line, then we go get gas and there are TVs at the pumps, as we are driving a bus passes by and guess what? it has TVs too! Finally we go to the bank and wouldn't you know it, there is a HD big screen and a few smaller TVs there too. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love TV as much as the next person (and if you go by my girlfriend I am in love with it), but I think this ridiculous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have we became couch potatoes so much that we can’t even wait five minutes in line without watching the boob tube. I just growl and roll my eyes anymore, when I walk into a place and see yet another tv.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But lately my mind overheats and I feel as if I am just on the verge of grabbing the TVs and destroying them, but what would that solve? I would have jail to contend with. While I was in jail though I could lay on my hard cot and guess what... Yup thats right!  WATCH TV  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971225211306025140-5017721096231314227?l=mindooze51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindooze51.blogspot.com/feeds/5017721096231314227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971225211306025140&amp;postID=5017721096231314227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971225211306025140/posts/default/5017721096231314227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971225211306025140/posts/default/5017721096231314227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindooze51.blogspot.com/2007/11/here-tv-there-tv-everywhere-i-look-tv.html' title='Here a TV, There a TV, Everywhere I look a TV!'/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884913425605326796</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-6971225211306025140.post-1873183815034590193</id><published>2007-11-10T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T11:45:53.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriend'/><title type='text'>I lost my Girlfriend to Adam Baldwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2/0101rd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2/0101rd7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, you didn’t read the heading wrong; I lost my girlfriend to another man. Well maybe not really but at least in the dream world I did. I guess I need to start off by explaining who Adam Baldwin is, and NO! He is not one of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Baldwins&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He plays the NSA agent on Chuck. He was also on Firefly. Well anyways, the other night my girlfriend had a dream that the two were together and they had kids.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know I shouldn’t be mad, right? It’s just a dream, but then I started to think what if it wasn’t a dream, what if when I go to sleep every night, he is sneaking into my house and the two are going off on secret agent missions. So I decided to do a stake out sort of thing. I stayed up while she pretended to sleep and what did I see, well I’ll tell you, I saw Adam Baldwin sneak climb into the window and she ran to him and gave him a big hug and before I knew it the two were climbing out the window to begin their night of secret missions. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay,Okay that never happened, but It crossed my mind. I guess I can’t say much about the dreams seeing I had dreams about Sammi from Days of Our Lives. Yes I am a male and know soap opera characters, I will discuss that another time.&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I guess I shouldn’t be jealous her dreams were g rated where as my dreams…not so much.&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to lose out to a star at least it wasn’t Justin Timberlake or even Britney Spears, that’s to messed up for me to even think…O crap now I have Britney in my head, floating around with her bald head and lip syncing face….Help&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971225211306025140-1873183815034590193?l=mindooze51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindooze51.blogspot.com/feeds/1873183815034590193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971225211306025140&amp;postID=1873183815034590193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971225211306025140/posts/default/1873183815034590193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971225211306025140/posts/default/1873183815034590193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindooze51.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-lost-my-girlfriend-to-adam-baldwin.html' title='I lost my Girlfriend to Adam Baldwin'/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884913425605326796</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-6971225211306025140.post-5252710283462132886</id><published>2007-11-04T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T08:48:57.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>Testing 1... 2... 3...</title><content type='html'>This is a Test. This is only a test of Aric's blog... If this had been a real blog your mind would have exploded from the rambling Ooze...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971225211306025140-5252710283462132886?l=mindooze51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindooze51.blogspot.com/feeds/5252710283462132886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971225211306025140&amp;postID=5252710283462132886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971225211306025140/posts/default/5252710283462132886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971225211306025140/posts/default/5252710283462132886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindooze51.blogspot.com/2007/11/testing-1-2-3.html' title='Testing 1... 2... 3...'/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884913425605326796</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>
