<?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-5602125</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:26:15.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocko's Hangout</title><subtitle type='html'>Just call me the fightin' Irish!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-108243035302678975</id><published>2004-04-19T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T23:08:49.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent been too talkative, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something really big today, might not come as a suprise to the people out there, but it kinda enlightened me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who kill themselves arent selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact they are kinda the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people are depressed, they turn to others for comfort, maybe someone who might beable to relate to their situation, or just someone that will listen, thinking that maybe as they voice their problems, they might hear something that they hadnt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you are in my case, it isnt that simple. I have depression, no surpise, I wanted to talk to someone recently, but they pretty much called me selfish. I felt like shit. I wanted someone to talk to, but all of a sudden im a selfish prick (they didnt say that verbatum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to believe that my situation is unimportant and doesnt pertain to anything or anyone around me. Furthermore, it leads me to think that no one can relate to my situation and makes me think I'm a hopeless case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she signs off in the middle of our conversation, sorry had to get off topic for a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, hopelesness leads to sorrowfulness and eventually depression, depression is a big killer in this country. Lots of people suffer, I happen to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is trying to tell me that self acceptance gets you everywhere in life. I find that very hard to believe, self acceptance doesnt get you friends or into clubs or onto teams. Some shit to use as an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, point is, next time you see someone talking about death, dont tell them they are selfish, talk to them, make a friend, they will definately appreciate it, depressed people usually just want a person to talk to, someone who can relate and feel their pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I will thank you for it and so will they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-108243035302678975?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/108243035302678975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/108243035302678975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108243035302678975' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-107730814769689202</id><published>2004-02-20T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T15:17:44.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>20 days later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-107730814769689202?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107730814769689202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107730814769689202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107730814769689202' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-107561161199101770</id><published>2004-02-01T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T00:01:49.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin to report on here. I dunno what to tell you anymore. Its like I cant move. Something good happens, and then something shitty happens. Nothing can progress. FCAT in a few weeks. That means standardized testing and stuff. I did a little better than average last year, but it wasnt my best score. What else? Um, nothin much. I ate 6 chicken wings and a half a gallon of pepsi in 25 minutes yesterday. Sweet. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-107561161199101770?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107561161199101770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107561161199101770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107561161199101770' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-107453491462497064</id><published>2004-01-19T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T12:56:39.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me....Happy Birthday to me....WooT...Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-107453491462497064?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107453491462497064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107453491462497064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107453491462497064' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-107361809609380743</id><published>2004-01-08T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T22:16:10.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rocko here....and these are my 4 essential ingredients to happiness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, Soul and Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what ya think. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-107361809609380743?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107361809609380743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107361809609380743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107361809609380743' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-107283940156357107</id><published>2003-12-30T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T21:57:47.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did my good deed for the year...just in time too! I helped me friend Brian work the kinks out of his web site, and now its lookin good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everyone. WooT! M00! Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-107283940156357107?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107283940156357107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107283940156357107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107283940156357107' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-107255654620081030</id><published>2003-12-27T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T15:23:28.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Yo...Merry Christmas everyone and have a safe and happy New Year. I plan on getting me an ass load of fireworks and lighting up the neighborhood. Its gonna be sweet. I wish there was a place around here that sold the good stuff, like M-80's, Bottle Rockets, Cherry Bombs, Blockbusters....the good shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been fun. I hurt my finga playin football, but its cool. Me and Jesse were hangin out over the week, so its been fun....Okay, im tired so im gonna go bye-bye...Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-107255654620081030?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107255654620081030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107255654620081030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107255654620081030' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-107204259681670984</id><published>2003-12-21T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T16:37:33.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>George Carlin on Yuppies...."...these people should be dragged into the deep end of the forest and be disemboweled with a wooden cooking spoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               -Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-107204259681670984?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107204259681670984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107204259681670984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107204259681670984' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-107187663442640790</id><published>2003-12-19T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T18:31:28.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WooT...I have strep throat and this cough that hurts down in my groin. But all is well. Just got an e-mail from Rebeca saying how shes in North Carolina...damnit, id give anything to be there right now. Anyhizzle, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy Kwanza. Have a safe holiday season or whatever. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-107187663442640790?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107187663442640790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107187663442640790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107187663442640790' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-107152973509023092</id><published>2003-12-15T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T18:47:33.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The following is a letter I wrote to "Santa", an AOL feature that comes around every Christmas, the reply is below the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------original message----------&lt;br /&gt;From:  Rick760/M@aol.com&lt;br /&gt;To:  SantaClaus@aol.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa, I'm 13 years old and i kinda stopped believing in you a &lt;br /&gt;long time ago, but the thought of you is intriguing. I just wanna ask for &lt;br /&gt;peace on Earth and for everyone to get along. I just want everyone to experience &lt;br /&gt;happiness for a change instead of anger and hatred. I know this is a lot to &lt;br /&gt;ask. But maybe you could pass it along to someone, and try to get the world to &lt;br /&gt;get along. Thanks...Rick in Orlando...Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Rick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas from all of us at the North Pole! Mrs. Claus, Rudolph and all the elves wish you a very happy holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always makes me so happy when boys and girls write to me.  Your good thoughts and wishes mean a lot and make me very, very proud to be part of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wish for peace moved me greatly.  Most people ask me for toys -- things you can wrap up and put under a tree or in a stocking.  But your wish is too big to be put in a box and wrapped with a bow.  It's a wish that's as big as the heart that wished it.  I'll be thinking of you when I get ready to deliver my presents on Christmas Eve -- the child who wished for more than just toys.  You yourself are a gift to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you get the chance, be sure to pass the Christmas spirit on to those around you.  We must always remember those that are less fortunate than ourselves.  By helping others out, it helps us to remember the true spirit of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you enjoy this holiday season as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho, ho, ho and with lots of good wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-107152973509023092?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107152973509023092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107152973509023092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107152973509023092' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-107137124122232148</id><published>2003-12-13T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T22:08:10.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WooT!...peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-107137124122232148?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107137124122232148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107137124122232148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107137124122232148' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-107041022960237477</id><published>2003-12-02T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T19:11:07.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...check this...I'm tired of pissing everyone off. So, I'm gonna take a break for a while...so I dont happen to mess anything else up around here. So, im not sure when, but it wont be anytime soon. I'll be on my other AOL S/n, my other AIM S/N and a new YM Address if you need me..( Disclosed only to those I feel need it ). And of course...Ill still check my Yahoo e-mail at rockozishere@yahoo.com...so take care. G'Bye, Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-107041022960237477?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107041022960237477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107041022960237477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107041022960237477' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-107032979265406042</id><published>2003-12-01T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:52:57.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everybody...I just got my ass handed to me by Sue, but...ya know how it is. Nothin really big to talk about...All i can think about lately is *her*...*Homer Simpson drool*....anyway...im not afraid of anything...unless its askin chicks out...never done it too well, im shy in that way i guess...but, ill monitor *her* and her reactions, and time it right...So, all is well, nothin to be mad about, nothin to me sad about, nothin to be ashamed of, nothin to talk about. So, everyone take care and peace. Oh, BTW...leave a frikken comment, at least so I know im not the only one lookin at this site...thanks lol, peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-107032979265406042?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107032979265406042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107032979265406042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107032979265406042' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-107017209816529987</id><published>2003-11-30T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T01:02:13.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA...Zoe is mad at me again...She'll probably get even more mad at me if shes this but...lets lay it out. She says I dont take anything seriously and I put words in her mouth...ooookkkk...I was confused too. I try to take stuff seriously, but sometimes shit doesnt need to be taken seriously. I have to make jokes out of everything because, quite frankely if I didnt, I wouldnt be here, I'd be dead...But if she doesnt understand my problems and doesnt wanna work em out and just wants to end it like that...Then so be it...no sweat off my back. Oh well, cant please em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...I HOPE EVERYONE HAD A GREAT THANKSGIVING...Mine was pretty cool. I got hurt the on thursday when i was liftin weights....I seriously thought I was gonna die...thats how long I was lyin there with the bar on my chest...But all is well now...My chest is sore but otherwise....IM ALRIGHT! Hehe...Anyway, everyone should take care and stay safe and have fun, take care and PEACE ALL MY HOMIES!!! ( In such a good mood recently )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-107017209816529987?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107017209816529987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/107017209816529987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107017209816529987' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106990226750440687</id><published>2003-11-26T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T22:04:59.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WooT!....HEY GUESS WHAT, I HAVE NOTHIN TO COMPLAIN ABOUT...SO&gt;..TAKE CARE AND HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY TURKEYDAY...have some wine and turkey for me...( hold the turkey )....peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S...If you are gonna have Turkey for me, Make it some "Wild Turkey" lmao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106990226750440687?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106990226750440687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106990226750440687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106990226750440687' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106962434938556141</id><published>2003-11-23T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T16:55:26.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man...my life really sucks...so much guilt im feeling now, anger and uselessnes all in one. Thats one of the worst feelings i have felt in a long time, i feel empty for some reason, like hollow and i dont know why...man, this sucks...well, peace...pray i keep my sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106962434938556141?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106962434938556141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106962434938556141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106962434938556141' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106954130251132909</id><published>2003-11-22T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T17:48:49.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...Owww....I pulled my tricep this morning doing what i love to do...push ups. It hurts so bad that I was comoing out of Beniganns about to use the revolving door and i couldnt get out. I had to acctually walk into the door to get it to move..Im not a weak or small person, and I couldnt even get the door to move. Oh well...I got some new Marching Drum Sticks and I bought a harmonica...Im pretty good on the harmonica acctually...anyway...Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106954130251132909?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106954130251132909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106954130251132909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106954130251132909' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106952309910535478</id><published>2003-11-22T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T12:45:26.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...time to complain...check this, I signed on to AOhelL this morning and my welcome screen appears. Now lets start off by saying, on anything other than the general parental controls, your not allowed to change the appearance of the welcome screen, so this is what I am stuck with...B2K Drops the Bada Bomb, Hilary Duff Rocks Live, Top AOL message boards ( Hip Hop, Fav. Movie, Guys Style Tips, Current Events and UFO's and Aliens ). Followed by, Horoscopes, Gothika Q&amp;A, and some other horse shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me add, I'm not your average teen ager. I am a very outspoken person, who just doenst happen to enjoy these teeny bopping skanks, this sorry ass excuse for music called rap, im not a supersticious person who happens to give a shit about my horoscope or whether or not some asshole in North Dakota who was sitting on his porch enjoying a schlitz happened to see some spots infront of his eyes and now thinks that E.T. is coming to probe him and take what little knowledge he has in his mind and take it back to their home planet. Now, with that said...I also dont care about some half-wits opinion on Britney Spears, who cant spell his way out of a paper bag. Also, I dont even know what the hell a Gothika is let alone want to read a whole goddamned article about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I am sick of being stereotyped. I wish I could find something here on Assholes Onine so I get slap them with a law suit that would send that god forsaken company back into the Ice Age. I wish I could customize my AOL welcome screen but these freakin Internet Nazi's that run the place wont let me. I hope their company goes bankrupt and they all burn in hell. I have read so much shit about that company, how they have some of the worst customer service ever. I agree with one person, that AOL is a virus. Please, if you have this service, do yourselve's a favor and get rid of it...You wont regret it....Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106952309910535478?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106952309910535478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106952309910535478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106952309910535478' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106947403693187537</id><published>2003-11-21T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T23:07:44.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEHA EYEHA`! - This was said by my friend Tim just before he passes out on the keyboard after he had too much to drink....Can we all learn something here? lmao, Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106947403693187537?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106947403693187537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106947403693187537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106947403693187537' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106936528517005856</id><published>2003-11-20T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T16:55:11.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im so tired...i dont have the energy to die of tiredness...weird. Anyway, I have a lot of homework to do, but it'll wait. Sixth period was cool, I completley freaked this girl out....Now lets clear something up, if you know me well, as in you've met me in real life and everything, you know that im good for my facial expressions. I can make just about anybody laugh. I can keep a straight face, and im a good lier. Now, with that said, this girl, shes pretty cool, and nice, looks at me with one of those valley girl looks, with her eyebrow cocked in the air and her eyes squinty. She says "what are you doing here?!"...and I look at her. I put my serious face on and we stare at each other for like 10 seconds and she stops. And she's like...IM JUST KIDDING, IM SORRY! I kept looking at her, not laughing, and her friend is looking at me and shes laughing because the other girl is freaked out. And she looks away and I start laughing my ass off...she was so psyched out, some of my best work yet...Anyway, i thought that was funny...Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106936528517005856?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106936528517005856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106936528517005856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106936528517005856' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106899035709148790</id><published>2003-11-16T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T09:28:20.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Longest Traffic Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my guinea pig...just a little over 3 years ago. October 20th 2000, I believe is the correct date. Weeks prior to that, that was all I thought of. A guinea pig. A vibrant little creature with big eyes and long shaggy hair, a small mouth and an attraction to it that made me want one so badly...that I would pay any price. I went to the pet store and I looked thru the glass windows at all of the different one's. All unique in their won way. Fat and Skinny, Long and Short, Black, white, brown...and any color in between. I saw one that appealed to me. He was average. Average height, average width. Nothing too out of the ordinary, which was why I liked him. He was normal. Like me. I asked to see the cute little guy and if I could hold him. I fell in love. But it always seemed a bit diffferent. Like he was always a little afraid of me. But knew I meant no harm. I said I'd take him. 30 dollars isnt a lot...what the hell...they live for at least 7 years from what I have heard, a safe investment, and we'd spend the next years happy and content. He soon got big...not that thats a bad thing, just big. He weighed about 5 pounds and was about 14 inches long...rather large. We went through many a trial and tribulation. I must have changed his cage hundreds of times. He was great. Always cooing, and running around, eating a lot, just like me....A little over 3 years later would prove to be tough...we fast forward to now. He stopped eating his usualy pound of food a day and wouldnt be as active...I figured...hes middled aged...no big deal, he'll snap out of it. So I continued about my life until I noticed an unusual amount of slobber on his chest. We made it a point to bring him to the vet...No big deal, his teeth got too long and he couldnt function normally, so they just grinded his teeth back to normal size and were on our way...........THis morning I am awoken at 5:45 a.m....it is my mom with my dad over her shoulder..."The guinea pig isnt well"...I made a remark..."Well, if hes anything like me...He enjoys sleeping at quarter of six in the morning"...No one laughed...I dressed and brushed my teeth and was out the door in a few minutes...to the Emergency Vet. Orangle Blossom Trail and Principle Row...I didnt see that street sign...We drove down about a quarter of a mile and came to a red light...We were gonna make a U turn. At the longest traffic light...THis traffic light was unbelievable. Time sorta slowed down and I noticed there was no traffic at the intersection...It was crazy, I told my mom to punch it. We got to the vet and they were waiting for us. We came in and i put the cage down on the table and the nurse grabbed Wig (My Guinea Pigs Name) and took him to the back for further examination...I filled out the paper work, my mom too hysterical to do it. In walks the doc...I'll never forget the way he struted in and calmly told me that Wig had already died....Now my mom must make me feel as though it is my fault, I dont cry...ever, so she assumes that I have no feelings, and that I dont care. She makes me so mad. I think I broke the phone i slammed it down so hard. My computer is acting like an asshole now and I can install Diablo and the damn thing is humming because its not used to processing more than 1 byte of info per hour. Piece of shit. My life sucks. Its my fault my guinea pig is dead. My fault that goverment is corrupt. My fault that people are dying in Iraq. Its my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Wig (2000-2003)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106899035709148790?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106899035709148790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106899035709148790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106899035709148790' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106896029433986712</id><published>2003-11-16T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T00:25:15.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got angry tonight...AND IT CLICKED!...IT ALL FELL INTO PLACE. My whole goddamned life recently I have been angry and depressed and pissed off. I thought it was ALL me. And then it clicked. It isnt. Its not my fault. It the people I associate with's fault. They are the ones who drive me to the edge. The ones who make me want to freaking kill myself. Everyday, its the same thing...Should I or Shouldnt I...and now it all makes sense. And I hope that everyone who reads this thinks about it. How much you have pissed me off in the past, your percentage, and think about how much it is your fault! YOu people know who you are. YOu havent helped me once in the time I've known you. Its all give and no take...well I have one thing to say to you...KISS MY LILLY WHITE ASS ALL OF YOU DIRTY RAT BASTARD ASSHOLE SON OF A BITCHES...IM NOT SITTING AROUND TO HUMOR YOU ASSHOLES ANYMORE. If you really want to know if your one who has pissed me off to this extent, please IM me or just leave a comment under the post and ill tell you. Because you people are shit to me now...nothing but shit. ROT IN HELL AND WAIT FOR ME! Peace...to all of my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106896029433986712?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106896029433986712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106896029433986712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106896029433986712' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106893758129922076</id><published>2003-11-15T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T18:06:42.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys...here I am again...there's this girl I met online...were pretty cool friends...but I feel like were slipping...and I like her a lot, even thought about visiting her once or twice, but i dont think were connecting no more...nothing for us to talk about....someone help...thanks...peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106893758129922076?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106893758129922076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106893758129922076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106893758129922076' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106892079965209627</id><published>2003-11-15T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T13:27:00.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK....time for me to bitch. The only thing im good at. I just got back from an hour and a half long visit to the vet. I hate that place. They can kiss my ass, I'll take my business elsewhere. I waited for like an hour...A GODDAMNED HOUR to get some service. I walk in and immediatley im greeted my this big shitty dog parking at me and trying to sniff my crotch. I sit down place my guinea pig on the bench while the dog just will not shut up in his ways. Freakin bastard...I dont know who I wanted to knock the shit out of more. The owner or the dog. I guess its neither's fault but...what the hell? So we wait...and we wait...and wait...and then FINNALY...nope...false alarm...lets wait some more...then the nurse calls us in. The vet made me feel like such an asshole...like I should rot in hell...the guinea pig over the last week lost a ton of weight...and it was because his teeth were too long...so he filed them down and the nurse clipped his nails...she told us WE MUST GIVE HIM A BATH...screw you, you stupid asshole...How the hell was i supposed to know that you can bathe a goddamned guinea pig...so she gave us the emergency vet # and we were on our way. My mom was such a pain in the ass...And now this girl im talking to is a pain in the ass....Peace...thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106892079965209627?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106892079965209627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106892079965209627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106892079965209627' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106886189218248936</id><published>2003-11-14T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T21:05:12.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol...is it me or are people getting tired of hearing my voice and getting IM's from me? Its hillarious like 9 out of 10 people I IM ( exagerating, i dont have 10 friends lol )...are really freakin annoyed about getting an IM from me...I IM them because they're my friends and I care about them...and I try to hold onto the few i have left. I always have loved my friends and will do anything for them...oh well, i can understand...i get annoyed with my voice to...I even IMed myself a few times as a test....and I even pissed myself off....Oh well....peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S....I know I never say it, but I love all my friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106886189218248936?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106886189218248936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106886189218248936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106886189218248936' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106876523356770241</id><published>2003-11-13T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T18:14:12.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The constitution is a resolution&lt;br /&gt;Formed shortly after the revolution&lt;br /&gt;The Framers saw this as a solution&lt;br /&gt;To stop the confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They worked so hard so tried and true&lt;br /&gt;To make it better for me and you&lt;br /&gt;They wanted a congress and a senate&lt;br /&gt;And we could chose who would be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the days of the old constitution this is what rocked&lt;br /&gt;The original doc, dont mock&lt;br /&gt;The way they handled this&lt;br /&gt;They used big words an legal jibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment 2 lets you have guns its a far cry from Amendment 1&lt;br /&gt;Which gives you freedom of speech&lt;br /&gt;And lets the religious&lt;br /&gt;Practice and preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search and seize does not please when its done illegally&lt;br /&gt;Amendment 4 protects you when a cop comes to your door&lt;br /&gt;Tell him untill he gets a paper from a judge&lt;br /&gt;You and your stuff will not budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment 8 makes sure judges dont discriminate&lt;br /&gt;It makes sure they cant charge lots of bail&lt;br /&gt;And they cant make you stay in jail&lt;br /&gt;If they do tell them you will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion the constitution&lt;br /&gt;Helped prevent devolution in the United States&lt;br /&gt;It pulled us from uncertain fate&lt;br /&gt;And is still useful to this date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106876523356770241?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106876523356770241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106876523356770241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106876523356770241' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106869519387258815</id><published>2003-11-12T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:46:30.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...im here...W00T!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106869519387258815?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106869519387258815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106869519387258815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106869519387258815' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106827046587628838</id><published>2003-11-08T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T00:47:43.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sitting here listening to Korn and thinkin about the bag pipe at the beggining of Shoots and Ladders and how awesome it is. Then i noticed out of the corner of my eyes there is a crack in everything....I am now seeing things, my eyes are completely dialated for some reason and i cannot focus. I am having trouble just looking at the monitor. SO im gonna go to bed  before my head explodes and there are blood and brain matter all over the place ( what little brain matter i have ). Its like I have no friends now. No one has any interest in talking to me now. Except my friend Jonathan, the rest are just sick of my voice. And so am I. THeres one girl online here that only uses me for help with her homework when she needs it and then the rest of the time she tells me "CTN" when i go to IM her. (That means, Cant talk now). Oh well, i must be the screw up, everyone else hates me except one or 2 other girls, really just one, which is Jen because she doesnt have an attitude and she doesnt use me. Which I enjoy...it feels different. But i know now that no one sees this and no one cares. I will continue to be subjected to morons and very rude, angry people untill I cant take it anymore. I was talking to a few girls the other day and they noticed my hair was going gray. They asked about it and my other friend is like "Stressed a little Rick?" and im like..."Always...Im suicidal from when i wake up to when i go to sleep, that shut them up real quick. Im done...Peace..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106827046587628838?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106827046587628838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106827046587628838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106827046587628838' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106798639222827959</id><published>2003-11-04T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T17:53:10.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>daed si okcor-Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106798639222827959?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106798639222827959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106798639222827959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106798639222827959' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106798635076515149</id><published>2003-11-04T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T17:52:28.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, im back with this blog for a while. Dont expect much. I wish i had some insense right now...I hope thats spelled right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106798635076515149?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106798635076515149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106798635076515149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106798635076515149' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106765598271972154</id><published>2003-10-31T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T22:06:21.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While my guitar gently weeps...This is my new site, please book mark it, use the comment box and the forums, and the links...its gonna be big...please...thanks...&lt;a href="http://kneegrow.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106765598271972154?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106765598271972154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106765598271972154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106765598271972154' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106592948209530123</id><published>2003-10-11T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T23:31:21.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have come to write to you today about...ZonkBoard, the thing you used to see on the right of my screen...IT SUCKS...I thought i signed up just for a free ghetto version with no extras, come to find out that its just a free TRIAL...well...GO TO HELL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106592948209530123?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106592948209530123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106592948209530123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106592948209530123' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106556794459180127</id><published>2003-10-07T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T19:05:44.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RED SOX!! W00T! Take that and shove it up your ass Mr.Bambino!!!! Watch out Yankees, were coming to get ya!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106556794459180127?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106556794459180127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106556794459180127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106556794459180127' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106515139720824737</id><published>2003-10-02T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T23:23:17.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS JUST IN FROM THE PREY MAN!!! - Someday soon we'll stop to ponder, what on earth's this spell we're under, we make the grade, and still we wonder, who the hell we are!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106515139720824737?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106515139720824737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106515139720824737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106515139720824737' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106512878315671600</id><published>2003-10-02T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T17:06:23.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, time to update...lets see, whats going on? Hmm...well, I made a new friend! Lets give a shout out to Liza in NYC...W00T to Liza!!!! Hmm...now, what else...thats about all, getting closer and closer to my drumline goal, gonna go to the high school tomorrow and watch the team get their ASSES WHOOPED...yes, I know, team spirit, but we suck, we have been shut out for all the games, I think were 0-6. Anyhoo, go check out Jack Black this weekend with is new movie The School Of Rock, I know I will! W00T to all my friends, you know who you are, and those of you who have your doubts arent my friends...plain and simple. PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106512878315671600?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106512878315671600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106512878315671600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106512878315671600' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106471665755673007</id><published>2003-09-27T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T22:37:37.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm all out of hope&lt;br /&gt;One more bad dream could bring a fall&lt;br /&gt;When I'm far from home&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;To tell me you're alone&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to deceive&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to tease&lt;br /&gt;But hard to get release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face&lt;br /&gt;Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face&lt;br /&gt;Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face&lt;br /&gt;Got no human grace your eyes without a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend so much time&lt;br /&gt;Believing all the lies&lt;br /&gt;To keep the dream alive&lt;br /&gt;Now it makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;It makes me mad at truth&lt;br /&gt;For loving what was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face&lt;br /&gt;Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face&lt;br /&gt;Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face&lt;br /&gt;Got no human grace your eyes without a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear the music you make a dip&lt;br /&gt;Into someone else's pocket then make a slip.&lt;br /&gt;Steal a car and go to Las Vegas oh, the gigolo pool.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a bus on a psychedelic trip&lt;br /&gt;Reading murder books tryin' to stay hip.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin' of you you're out there so&lt;br /&gt;Say your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Say your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Say your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;I don't despise&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can do&lt;br /&gt;Is love what was once&lt;br /&gt;So alive and new&lt;br /&gt;But it's gone from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'd better realise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face&lt;br /&gt;Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face&lt;br /&gt;Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face&lt;br /&gt;Got no human grace your eyes without a face.&lt;br /&gt;Such a human waste your eyes without a face&lt;br /&gt;And now it's getting worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106471665755673007?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106471665755673007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106471665755673007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106471665755673007' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106471557973025975</id><published>2003-09-27T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T22:19:39.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...Im single...who the hell wants some of this, I have aviators and they make me look cool. So gimme a HELL YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106471557973025975?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106471557973025975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106471557973025975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106471557973025975' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106366520755501172</id><published>2003-09-15T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T18:41:19.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotta love that damned Chia Pet...if you love the Chia Pet, gimmee a hell yes in the little chat box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106366520755501172?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106366520755501172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106366520755501172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106366520755501172' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106286942255198423</id><published>2003-09-06T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T13:30:22.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I look into your lovely eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see a love that money just can't buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look from you&lt;br /&gt;I drift away&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you&lt;br /&gt;Are here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want, you got it&lt;br /&gt;Anything you need, you got it&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all, you got it&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I hold you I begin to understand&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you tells me I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live my life&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;No one can do&lt;br /&gt;The things you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want, you got it&lt;br /&gt;Anything you need, you got it&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all, you got it&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to give&lt;br /&gt;My love to you&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel&lt;br /&gt;The way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want, you got it&lt;br /&gt;Anything you need, you got it&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all&lt;br /&gt;You got it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106286942255198423?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106286942255198423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106286942255198423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106286942255198423' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106278241316514777</id><published>2003-09-05T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T13:20:13.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im going away for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106278241316514777?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106278241316514777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106278241316514777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106278241316514777' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106254554236593656</id><published>2003-09-02T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T19:32:22.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just as I thought it was going all right&lt;br /&gt;I find out I'm wrong, when I thought I was right&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all&lt;br /&gt;I could say day, and you'd say night&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's black when I know that it's white&lt;br /&gt;Always the same, it's just a shame, that's all&lt;br /&gt;I could leave but I won't go&lt;br /&gt;Though my heart might tell me so&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel a thing from my head down to my toes&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always seem to be&lt;br /&gt;Me looking at you, you looking at me&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all&lt;br /&gt;Turning me on, turning me off&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel like I want too much&lt;br /&gt;Living with you's just putting me through it all of the time&lt;br /&gt;Running around, staying out all night&lt;br /&gt;Taking it all instead of taking one bite&lt;br /&gt;Living with you's just putting me through it all of the time&lt;br /&gt;I could leave but I won't go&lt;br /&gt;It'd be easier I know&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel a thing from my head down to my toes&lt;br /&gt;But why does it always seem to be&lt;br /&gt;Me looking at you, you looking at me&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same, just a shame, that's all&lt;br /&gt;Truth is I love you&lt;br /&gt;More than I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;There's no point in trying to pretend&lt;br /&gt;There's been no one who&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like you do&lt;br /&gt;Say we'll be together 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;I could leave but I won't go&lt;br /&gt;It'd be easier I know&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel a thing from my head down to my toes&lt;br /&gt;So why does it always seem to be&lt;br /&gt;Me looking at you, you looking at me&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same, just a shame, that's all&lt;br /&gt;But I love you&lt;br /&gt;More than I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;There's no point in trying to pretend&lt;br /&gt;There's been no one who&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like you do&lt;br /&gt;Say we'll be together 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;But js I thought it was going all right&lt;br /&gt;I find out I'm wrong when I thought I was right&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same, just a shame, that's all&lt;br /&gt;I could say day, you'd say night&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's black when I know that it's white&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106254554236593656?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106254554236593656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106254554236593656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106254554236593656' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106229673014575192</id><published>2003-08-30T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T22:25:30.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanna learn about Hill Sheep Farming? Its a great way to earn a great living! Live on the sunny hill tops of England and Ireland herding sheep. What could be easier? Make loads of cash herding sheep! Its that simple. Inquire Within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106229673014575192?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106229673014575192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106229673014575192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106229673014575192' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106201664313513335</id><published>2003-08-27T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T16:37:23.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bring over some of your old Motown records&lt;br /&gt;We'll put the speakers in the window and we'll go&lt;br /&gt;on the roof and listen to the Miracles&lt;br /&gt;echo to the alley down below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance together just for the night&lt;br /&gt;Let's don't worry about the future or nothin' else&lt;br /&gt;'Cause just like the music's sayin' you gotta take chances&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead just do it and trust yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a soul in the city&lt;br /&gt;watching over us tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's a soul in the city&lt;br /&gt;saying everything's gonna be all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring over some of your old Motown records&lt;br /&gt;We'll put the speakers in the window and we'll go&lt;br /&gt;on the roof and listen to the Miracles&lt;br /&gt;echo to the alley down below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wish us luck&lt;br /&gt;but they think we're just dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Let's prove them wrong baby&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know what luck is&lt;br /&gt;luck is believing you're lucky&lt;br /&gt;that's all and showing just a little bit of faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a soul in the city&lt;br /&gt;watching over us I swear&lt;br /&gt;There's a soul in the city&lt;br /&gt;there's a whole world waiting out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;I got plans for us&lt;br /&gt;playing like a skip on a record&lt;br /&gt;through my head all night long&lt;br /&gt;But when we walk that darkened stairway&lt;br /&gt;and step out on the roof&lt;br /&gt;I know what we're feeling can't be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring over some of your old Motown records&lt;br /&gt;We'll put the speakers in the window and we'll go&lt;br /&gt;on the roof and listen to the Miracles&lt;br /&gt;echo to the alley down below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring over some of your old Motown records&lt;br /&gt;We'll put the speakers in the window and we'll go&lt;br /&gt;on the roof and listen to the Miracles&lt;br /&gt;echo to the alley down below&lt;br /&gt;"Let the Temptations sing it one time"&lt;br /&gt;Bring over some of you old Motown records&lt;br /&gt;We'll put the speakers in the window and we'll go&lt;br /&gt;on the roof and listen to the Miracles&lt;br /&gt;echo to the alley down below &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106201664313513335?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106201664313513335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106201664313513335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106201664313513335' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106133276001088038</id><published>2003-08-19T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T18:39:19.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna take money&lt;br /&gt;A whole lotta spending money&lt;br /&gt;It's gonne take plenty of money&lt;br /&gt;To do it right child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take time&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of precious time&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take patience and time, ummm&lt;br /&gt;To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it&lt;br /&gt;To do it right child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time I know it's for real&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that I feel&lt;br /&gt;I know if I put my mind to it&lt;br /&gt;I know that I really can do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;Set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;Set on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna take money&lt;br /&gt;A whole lotta spending money&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take plenty of money&lt;br /&gt;To do it right child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take time&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of precious time&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take patience and time, ummm&lt;br /&gt;To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it&lt;br /&gt;To do it right child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time I know it's for real&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that I feel&lt;br /&gt;I know if I put my mind to it&lt;br /&gt;I know that I really can do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna take money&lt;br /&gt;A whole lotta spending money&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take plenty of money&lt;br /&gt;To do it right child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take time&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of precious time&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take patience and time, ummm&lt;br /&gt;To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it&lt;br /&gt;To do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set on you&lt;br /&gt;Set on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SONG! PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106133276001088038?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106133276001088038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106133276001088038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106133276001088038' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106124665275140622</id><published>2003-08-18T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T18:44:12.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to post. I just bought my guitar. A beautiful, gleaming Ibanez. blue in color, full in size. I love this thing. To bad I cant play it but....its all good. I've been downloading some music with the acoustics in it today. I downloaded two George Harrison songs. Both "Got my mind set on you". One is the extended version. I love this song. If anyone can e-mail me the sheet music for this song, I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Orlando just had a nice near miss with a nice Tornado. Not too clear yet on if there was an acctual tornado or just a funnel cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know what falling out means in South England English. Thanks for that enlightenment Zoe. Instead of buying a Buddah idol, ill just carve Zoe's head. Her poetry is simply awesome. I was reading her "The Deception of Age" poem. I was speechless. She knows I like to yank her chain about how its too difficult for stoopie's like me to read, but in all seriousness, its some awesome work. W00T to my friend Zoe. Check her out or ill get angry, and you wont like me when im angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106124665275140622?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106124665275140622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106124665275140622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106124665275140622' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-106073854852053177</id><published>2003-08-12T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T21:37:47.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...here I am. School has started and the first day I get screwed. Oh well. Not a whole heck of a lot to write about. Zoe kept harrasing me to post something. Yeah....okay, uncomfortable silence so i'll end it here. PEACE OUT...there happy Zoe? BTW, I fixed your link...I hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-106073854852053177?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106073854852053177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/106073854852053177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106073854852053177' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-105950225035196056</id><published>2003-07-29T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T14:16:39.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay...now that ive gotten that off my chest...lets see what else we have going on here. First I would like to say we mourn the loss of Bob Hope. A true legend in everything he did, he will be greatly missed. I have now figured out that I will attend college and major in architecture and minor in engineering. Killing 2 birds with one stone, eh? And lastly and really most importantly, I have made a web site for my friend. You can find it under my lins as "Marching Band Site". It is a site devoted to what else...MARCHING BANDS. Music and practices and performances, you can find it at his site. A very good one and if you would like to get to know the man beind the site, coming soon I will make him a personal site, so please go visit it. Thank you and be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, im sick and tired of this lame computer. Anyway, im having problems in life so thats why it takes me so long to update. Lets just say I now walk with a limp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;                        Rocko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-105950225035196056?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/105950225035196056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/105950225035196056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105950225035196056' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-105927005145061564</id><published>2003-07-26T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T21:49:01.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sick of people not listening to me. "Try this" someone says..."Well, what is it"?...."GO AHEAD, just try it","damn it to hell tell me what it is and then maybe ill try it, try listening to me for once in my Godforsaken life"!!!............ And everything in the previous post that I said about RZ and ZC can be disregarded, seems that writing that one was a big waste of my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-105927005145061564?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/105927005145061564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/105927005145061564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105927005145061564' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-105918830608186795</id><published>2003-07-25T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T17:45:53.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RZ and ZC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a guy named RZ and a girl named ZC. ZC hung out with a few good friends, B and N. One day, RZ met B and N. B, RZ, and N became good friends. One day, N, B and RZ were hanging out and suggested that they go hang out over at ZC's house. RZ who had never met ZC, agreed and they all met up at ZC's house. RZ took a liking to ZC. ZC had so many good thoughts, was so creative, out spoken and fun to be around. They began dating, after ZC convinced RZ that it was a good idea ;P. RZ and ZC were at a friends house one day playing a game, when RZ proposed to ZC. ZC accepted and they were very happy together. One day, ZC decided to change her name and RZ took this to his advantage...He chickened out on ZC. ZC never hinted around to it but she was mad. RZ could tell and to this day RZ regrets ever changing is thoughts about ZC....The preceding is a true story, the names have been changed to protect the ignorant. Sry ZC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-105918830608186795?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/105918830608186795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/105918830608186795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105918830608186795' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-105884749397748242</id><published>2003-07-22T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T00:18:14.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was talking to a friend the other day and we got on the subject of peacefulness in the house hold. While this is something that most siblings cant do there is infact a degree further than your average I want some peace and quiet, give me my own room, he/she is hogging the bathroom type thing. I mean full fleged fighting, and there doesnt seem to be a thing the parents can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am fortunate, I dont have to share anything with most anyone since im an only child, but my friend has a twin and her twin, who happens to be a guy, has a major case of Napoleon syndrome. Dont know what that is? Thats cool, ill give you the run down. Napoleon syndrome is named after the same Napoleon that invaded some country ( wasnt paying attention to that part in class ). Its basically where, your short and because your short you have to pick on everyone. EVERYONE. Hitler was a fine example of this. But, getting back on track, her twin is abusive, from what I am hearing, both verbally and phyically. Seems that he lifts weights and was a football player so that makes him all high and mighty. He is constantly going around, punching my friend, who happens to be a girl. Well, I may not have cared if this was back in Kindergarten but I have matured and I am looking at this in a 3rd person view and I wonder what is going on in that kids mind? It sounds to me, from what she has said, that it is a constant thing. BTW, from what im told, her parents cant do anything about it, because the kid is threatening to his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to my point. It makes me sick to hear about something like this and if it was up to me I'd give him a nice swift kick in the ass, pardon my french. I am jotting down mental notes as we speak of multiple people, not just my friend, where this happens. The numbers are adding up. I am trying to put together a way to set up some sort of place where these kids can infact retreat, get away from there family, if only for a little while, and relax and do what they are normally not able to do in there household, and if need be, seek help about there family, report this kind of garbage to the proper authorities and get it over with. No one deserved to live where they are not appreciated, abused, or not cared about. Not that my friends parents dont care, its just that there hands are tied. If you would like to give me some feedback please feel more than welcome to e-mail me at Rockozishere@yahoo.com. thank you...Rocko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-105884749397748242?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/105884749397748242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/105884749397748242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105884749397748242' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602125.post-105883715870009041</id><published>2003-07-21T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T21:25:58.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...here I am. Alright, since I am new to this whole "blog" thing...ill start off slow. This site will just mainly be about the stuff that goes on in my life from day to day. Yes, I know sounds boring right...well, dont be suprised if it may seem that way, but my life can get exciting from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a little run down on who I am....my name is Rocko. I am 13 and I am from Orlando, Florida. I know, I know your like "13?! BY GOLLY THIS BLOG HERE IS GONNA SUCK!". Well, I dont blame you for thinking that, you and your closed mind. Yeah, thats right, im talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you could tell or not but I am a very outspoken person. I tell it like it is. No holds barred. Get a good strong whiff of it, because you should get used to it now, while its not completely decomposing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift weights. A lot. Its fun. Its a way to relieve stress and believe me, I know stress. If stress were an object or some sort of human being of sorts, I'd be the one who has been giving him a piggy back ride for 13 years. No wonder why kids smoke....Im going to quote George Carlin here, one of my Idols...."Kids smoke for the same reasons adults do, stress. Not because a camel in sunglasses tells them to".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tells you what kind of person I am, if one of my Idols happens to be George Carlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post is getting a little long. I'll tell you more about my self in a little while. Take care and don't hate me because im 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5602125-105883715870009041?l=rockoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/105883715870009041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602125/posts/default/105883715870009041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockoz.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105883715870009041' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13155306567713217336</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></entry></feed>
