<?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-9177878</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:16:30.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Life Of Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>Where no one has to listen, but I keep talking.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-112486569142274211</id><published>2005-08-24T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T01:41:31.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes</title><content type='html'>Hiya, yeah, it's been awhile since I last updated... that's 'cause I got a Xanga and forgot about this. Whoops. Sorry folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it helps any, I'm just the same boring geeky girl, so no need for fretting that you missed anything. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-112486569142274211?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/112486569142274211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=112486569142274211&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/112486569142274211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/112486569142274211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/08/yikes.html' title='Yikes'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-111691197689545796</id><published>2005-05-24T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:26:15.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Use The Force.... To Get Over My Cold!</title><content type='html'>Urgh, I'm sick. -_-;; Teh s uck. I feel sooo icky. But oh! My friend and I patched things up... again. We seem to be on rather good terms right now. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;=D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's good, I'm happy. I missed her. Bad thing was that... apparently she read my blog. =( Amazingly she didn't yell at me. I would've... I would've gone off. I apologized profusely to her, and I hope she realized that I do mean that I am truly sorry. Ooh, freaky... she could've read this now... &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gots me a lightsaber! ^__^ It's Obi-Wan's blue one! It makes clashing noises and lights up. It also vibrates when you whack stuff. It's fabulous! You see, I'm going to go through my Jedi-training, however no one knows that... I have other plans. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonight I'll dream while I'm in bed. When silly thoughts go through my head, about the bugs and alphabet. When I wake, tomorrow I'll bet that you and I will walk together again. I can tell that we are gonna be friends. Yes, I can tell that we are gonna be friends&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ~White Stripes - We're Gonna Be Friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-111691197689545796?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/111691197689545796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=111691197689545796&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111691197689545796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111691197689545796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-gonna-use-force-to-get-over-my-cold.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Use The Force.... To Get Over My Cold!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-111578242817507397</id><published>2005-05-10T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:02:18.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy or Stoned? (and other stupid questions)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So that girl and I were talking back and forth through emails last night. On one hand I'm super happy that I have my best friend semi-back, but on the other I have no idea if this will stay this way or if it won't. I tend to get very attached to people, even like people I know from forums (mainly on Toon Zone), and so it hurts to not know if one of my best friends will be there or not tomorrow. You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my absolute best friend is this girl Rachel from Toon Zone. She's like a slightly younger, more aloof, version of me. She's goofy and likes some geeky stuff, but she's really pure. I mean, very chaste. Funny thing -- she used to think hentai was a type of food. So yeah, I think that's one of the reasons I like her so much, the fact that she isn't as screwed up and tainted as most of us are. She's only 13, but she's such a great gal. And she puts up with my constant ranting, so I'm greatful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm not sure if we're friends or not, or if we're destine to be on-again/off-again friends... whatever. All I know is that I'm trying really hard not to hold any grudges, or judge her too quickly. The bad thing is, she's got a Xanga, and I have a habit of reading it... she says things. Stupid, hurtful things about me. Though it doesn't say "OMG Sam's dum!" or something that rude/obvious, I know it's about me. Why doesn't she talk to me about this? Does she really think I'm that self-conious that I'd blow up or something? Especially when it's just the fact that she says something like "My old friend dumped me before. Right after I told her a big secret, she dumps me." I don't give a damn, frankly. Yes, I sort of avoided her for awhile, but I by no means "dumped" her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also very tired right now, and have been for a few days now. I have been sleeping badly, and my anxiety is giving me fatigue too. It sucks. Okay, so I normally go to bed around one AM. Well, on Friday I was up until two-thirty AM. Saturday I was up until five AM. Sunday, three AM. Yesterday, one AM. I don't get up that early, because luckly I don't have to get up super early. But still, I'm not getting enough sleep. I swear, I seem like I'm so totally stoned! It's hilarious! Well, I seem like it more than usual, that is. My typical conversations lately have been like this -- "So dude, remember that thing I was talking to you about? You know, with the... thing. Yeah, that was cool." or I'll just space out. If you didn't know me, you'd think I was actually stoned... maybe I am, you'll just never know! Mwah ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really frustrated because I haven't had any free alone time to go on AIM. I wants to talk to peoples!! Heh. But seriously, my parents are so annoying. It's like the second I get some free time and go on the computer, they're instantly hovering right by me. It's like they have a silent alarm that goes off. And it wouldn't be a problem if I could get my laptop hooked up to the internet, but unfortunately, only my desktop, which is in the living room, hooked up to the internet. I need one of those Mobiles... yeah. If I get any extra birthday money, maybe I'll get one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my birthday is soon! In July. I'm excited... mainly because the new Harry Potter book comes out too. That's actually the only real reason I'm excited. Birthdays suck. At least, mine do. I've never had a birthday party, or anything like that. The closest thing is that some of my sisters come over on my birfsday. =\ It's nice, but still not the same. Not that I really have anyone I'd like to invite. People suck. Heh. But it'd be fun to go out bowling or something. Go to a rave party with my sister... hah, that'd be hilarious. As if my Mom would ever let me go to a rave party on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I went to the library tonight... got an odd mix of CDs -- Elvis Costello - Get Happy, the .hack//Legend of the Twilight soundtrack (so good, btw!), Kraftwerk -Autobahn, and 3 Doors Down - Seventeen Days. Weird mix, but it all sounds good, and of them I've listened to half of the .hack soundtrack. It's fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best go, I've been rambling for too long. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Every time that I'm confused I think there must be easier ways."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ~Alanis Morissette - Out Is Through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-111578242817507397?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/111578242817507397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=111578242817507397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111578242817507397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111578242817507397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleepy-or-stoned-and-other-stupid.html' title='Sleepy or Stoned? (and other stupid questions)'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-111578766040028352</id><published>2005-05-10T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:02:21.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random quiz results</title><content type='html'>I was bored, so I did some quizzeseses. Read my results to further enter the mind of Sam. You are about to enter another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land of imagination. Heh... hope someone caught what that's from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b8ebff"&gt;90's Rock: High Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;80's Alternative: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;90's Pop: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Alternative Rock: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Progressive Rock: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Ska: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;How's Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true. I am a big fan of 90's rock. Sad that the 80's count isn't higher, but what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/japanesename/girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Namiko Jimyoin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well alright then! Namiko, eh? Not exactly what I thought it'd be, but hey whatever. I'd rather a name more like Miyoko, and frankly I'm rather partial to Shinobu. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: black;" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#99ddff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;American Cities That Best Fit You:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#addaff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60% Atlanta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2d6ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60% Honolulu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d6d3ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55% Austin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebcfff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55% Las Vegas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55% Miami&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/americancitiesbestfitquiz/"&gt;Which American Cities Best Fit You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! That's so not me sounding. Atlanta? Heh, makes me think of Gwen and Knuxie...&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 65% Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Really Normal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/really-normal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Otherwise known as the normal amount of normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like most people most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you've got those quirks that make you endearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're unique, yes... but not frighteningly so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that sucks. I thought I was fairly abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Charmer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement.&lt;br /&gt;You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you.&lt;br /&gt;By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power.&lt;br /&gt;And then you've got them exactly where you want them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/seducerquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh, so true. I am a wordsmith, so it does reflect unto my flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Good Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/good-friend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're always willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or lend a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people consider you their "best friend"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's fairly true. I'm always willing to offer a shoulder, and many people have said I'm like a sister to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-111578766040028352?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/111578766040028352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=111578766040028352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111578766040028352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111578766040028352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-quiz-results.html' title='Random quiz results'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-111568607866125747</id><published>2005-05-09T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:50:28.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a B to the I to the T to the C to the... I mean, hello!</title><content type='html'>Geez, I haven't updated this in a long while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm having friend problems at the moment. Where to start? This chick and I started talking a whole bunch about six months ago... yeah, 'cause it was right before Christmas. Anyway, we were really super good friends and stuff. We talked everyday, usually on AIM, and I mean we'd rattle on for hours. It was great. Well stuff happened and we were both really busy for awhile, and I just didn't have the time to be on the computer as much and whatnot. So we ended up kinda splitting up (no, I'm not gay, btw. This is all friendship lingo). Well I still talked to her sometimes and heard of what she'd been up to via friends and I began to be sickened by her. She's such a preppy poser loser girl. She's like the type of girls that listen to Linkin Park and Evanescence and think they're cool because they cut. Friggin' idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, one -- if you do cut, why the hell are you TELLING EVERYONE!?!? I can understand why people cut, when they're not doing for attention, but that's all she's doing for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then second, she's sooo egotistical. If you talk to her about like how you got a bad night's sleep, for instance, she'll be like "Oh no, I bet I got a worse night's sleep." and I just want to hit her for being so self-centered. It's like "Get the hell over yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this chick also has the sickening habit of sending me an email or whatever giving me this total guilt-trip every couple of weeks. She'll go on and on about how I must be angry at her for something because I've been ignoring her. And she just wants to know what she did, because it's bad enough that she's been going through depression and.... Urgh! And what am I supposed to say to that?! I mean, I love to listen to people's problems. I love to help out, and let them rant unto me. I'm more than happy to be there for my friends. But I cannot handle needy whiny people. They infuriate me, because all they want is attention, and they're willing to do stupid-ass things to get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've known better... chicks make horrible friends. No, really they do. In all honesty, most women cannot be friend with other women. I have no clue why, but most chicks are just... urgh. There's only a choice few that aren't pains in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my friend, and I care deeply for her, but I don't know how to talk to her without either 1. lying my ass off. Or 2. blowing up at her. Right now, I'm obviously lying through my teeth, comforting her. But that's not gonna last long. I wish I could get through to her, and just say "you were my best friend, now you're a really annoying needy bitch, can you work on that?" I'm cold and a sadist, sorry. But it's better than being a stuck-up egotistical bitch, dontcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam's words of wisdom: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Life's like a plunger -- the best thing it does is suck."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I'm in a 90's music mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies. You never know just how you look through other people's eyes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~Butthole Surfers - Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-111568607866125747?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/111568607866125747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=111568607866125747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111568607866125747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111568607866125747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/05/shes-b-to-i-to-t-to-c-to-i-mean-hello.html' title='She&apos;s a B to the I to the T to the C to the... I mean, hello!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-111230087524997997</id><published>2005-03-31T14:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T15:09:15.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You've A Long Journey Ahead Of You</title><content type='html'>I wrote out a long tearful post here, about the recent deaths, but my f-ing computer locked up and lost it, just as I hit submit! Urgh! I detest computers!! But enough about me, today is a sad, sad day. Terri Schiavo just died this morning and I found out that my most favorite comedian died yesterday morning. As I told this to my sister at work via the phone, I realized that Cochran also just died, and she made the comment "There's your three."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Terri, Mitch, and Johnnie. Though none of you lived long lives, I hope you live great afterlives, whatever and where ever that may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-111230087524997997?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/111230087524997997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=111230087524997997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111230087524997997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111230087524997997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/03/youve-long-journey-ahead-of-you.html' title='You&apos;ve A Long Journey Ahead Of You'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-111203917788408784</id><published>2005-03-28T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T14:25:28.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess I'm Not A Robot After All</title><content type='html'>So... a few weeks ago, one of my sisters and her boyfriend of 6 years broke up. And while I shouldn't have cared much... I did. Sadly, he had grown on me. While I detested him in the beginning, these last (almost) two years I've sort of gotten comfortable around him. And while I now think the same thing I thought of him before (that he's an ass) I can't help but miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, they came over just to hang out and stuff, and we were listening to music. This one song came on and I noticed him sing the chorus aloud before it was said in the song, even odder is that he spoke it, instead of singing it. And he was looking toward my sister... (The chorus being "I'm gonna miss you" said three [or so] times.) And it was like he was saying "I'm gonna miss you," to my sister. It kinda freaked me out to see him show signs of being human, but it could have just been a coincidence, but I don't think so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was listening to that CD today, and that song came on and I *embarrassed* was in tears. I realized something... I'm gonna miss him. I really am. And frankly I am also very embarrassed to be showing signs that I am human....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Song quote:&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you and the things you do. The times we had, the good and bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;~Better Than Ezra - Sincerly, Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No tip for today... sorry. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-111203917788408784?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/111203917788408784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=111203917788408784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111203917788408784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111203917788408784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-guess-im-not-robot-after-all.html' title='I Guess I&apos;m Not A Robot After All'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-111189021620791940</id><published>2005-03-26T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T14:12:26.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Down With People!</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with everybody lately? It seems like every 8 out of 10 people I see are acting so uptight and rude. It's annoying, and obscene. I admit, I'm not the happiest person all the time, but why, pray tell, must everyone else act like someone shoved a stick up their ass?! It's driving me crazy, everywhere I go there's someone telling someone else to shut up or being so sarcastic it's sickening! I'm a bit of a sadist, I'm very sarcastic, I have a crude sense of humor, and I'm bitchy, but damn it, thank God I'm not as bad as the people I've seen lately. Is it just that everyone needs more sunlight, and less liberals, or what? I'm just tired of seeing everyone shot with vulgar behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the other side of people, the whiny-"I'm so depressed"-people. They think they're depressed and over-stressed but they really only have a bit of anxiety and are over-reacting. But while they do this, they whine to you, not letting you tell them how you've been, or if you're doing alright. No, because they are more important, because they are "depressed." Oh give me a break!! I wish they were &lt;strong&gt;truly&lt;/strong&gt; depressed! Then they'd know the difference. Or even if they'd feel so stressed that your body aches, you can't sleep, and you find yourself crying or yelling over nothing! That's at least something to friggin' complain about! When you're so nerve-wreaked that you can't even function right in your normal life!! That's being stressed, that's bad anxiety! *sighs* I'm just tired of people in general.... People suck, 'nuff said, right? Nah, as much as they get on my nerves, even the people I detest the most are important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Song quote:&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to keep people at arm's length and never get too close. How to mistrust the ones you supposedly love the most. How to pretend you're fine and don't need help from anyone. How to feel worthless unless you're serving or helping someone. I'll teach you all this in eight easy steps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;~Alanis Morissette - Eight Easy Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tip for life:&lt;/div&gt;"It's not as much fun as it sounds to be a hermit... so try to tolerate people, 'cause as much as you think you hate them, they're important."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-111189021620791940?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/111189021620791940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=111189021620791940&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111189021620791940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111189021620791940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/03/down-with-people.html' title='Down With People!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-111176750724163307</id><published>2005-03-25T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T10:22:38.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Think I've Got A Disease"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so yesterday I was slightly kidding about Avril making me sick, however now I am not... I caught a bug. =( The Powers That Be are messing with me. Gah, can't a girl loudly express her feelings on a matter without being struck down with illness? So yeah, last night I started getting dizzy and I had a headache. My sinuses were driving me crazy and I couldn't breathe too well. I was hoping it was nothing, but this morning I woke up feeling pretty much the same, more or less. While it's not a fluie-like bug, it still sucks. It's just a minor cold... I don't get sick often though. The last time I was sick was.... October? I think it was around then. I had a head cold. The last couple of days I've had heavy-headedness, sinus problems (normal), and other various head cold-like symptoms, but I thought nothing of it. I need some vitamins, juice, and a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this Schiavo case is really starting to tick me off. How the hell can these newscasters talk about this this much while wearing an overly-cheerful smile? How full of yourself are you that you don't care that a fellow human is dying just because the freaking husband is sick of taking care of her? Ooh, that's another thing... Michael Schiavo is such a dick. I understand that it has been hard for him to take care of her, to go through this pain, but what the hell? There are people and places that would take care of her! Why kill her!? And kill her like this! And those so-called experts are feeding shit to us, saying "it's normal, and doesn't hurt much" yeah the fuck right. I've gone a day or two without food, it hurts. I can't even imagine having to go as long as she has. If she was able to talk she'd be reaming that jerk husband of hers out!! The father of Terri's said "I'll never stop fighting because it's something that's wrong, it's evil," and that man has my respect. It is evil. To me, it's almost as bad as that little creep that shot those kids at Red Lake. By removing her feeding tube, you are literally starving her to death. You are torturing her!! That isn't humane. That isn't morally right!! I'm so freaking sick of hearing these obviously fake statisics too. There's no way that three people a week go through this exact thing. No freaking way. Lets humor them, if so, why the hell haven't we heard more about it?? Huh? The American people are nosy. Admit it. We like gossip, news, rumors. It's just the way we are and have been for centuries. Why haven't other families raised more hell about this, if it's happened &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; often? It's just another bunch of lies. If I fall sick, and get into the same (or similar) state like Terri Schiavo, I don't want to die. I have told my family members, I do not want you to kill me. I don't care how bad a condition I'm in, don't freaking starve me to death!! As you can see, I'm not taking this case well.... I don't take any news of people killing other people for no good reason well. Final words: I just don't understand why all these politicians really want to kill this woman. How in their minds, do they justify this? It has been said that she did respond to people before this, it's not like she was just a shell as some keep thinking. Part of her was still there. It may not have been the Terri they know, but it was a living being. And to take another's life, be they sick or not, still isn't right. I pray for her family, for all the crap they're going through thanks to these evil, yes evil, men and women that want to keep her off food. I wish them peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, here's your song quote: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we laugh, and we smile, and we play our games of sweet denial. But don't tell me we're forgiven. If we hold all our breath. If we kneel right down and just repent. You can't tell me we're forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~The Calling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tip for life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make a will, tell people how you feel, make your points clear while you can. Because you never know what will happen the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-111176750724163307?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/111176750724163307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=111176750724163307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111176750724163307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111176750724163307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think-ive-got-disease.html' title='&quot;I Think I&apos;ve Got A Disease&quot;'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-111169449973713592</id><published>2005-03-24T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:07:17.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I'm Going to be Sick...</title><content type='html'>Oh my... I found out some horrible news today relating to that (how can I put this nicely?) embarrassment to Canada. Miss Avril "oh my God she makes me want to puke" Lavigne covered not just Chop Suey but.... Basket Case! And if that wasn't bad enough, I found out she also killed Knocking On Heaven's Door!!! I think I'm going to vomit or cry or both, not sure... I heard clips of all three, Chop Suey is worse than if I sang it, Basket Case is sad, and KOH'sD is disappointing too. I hate that freaking poser! Really, I do. She is just so annoying. One day the perfect little Christian girl says "I'm gonna be punk!" and that's that? No. I'm sorry, but no. She's a freaking fake. And she had the nerve to take a classic Green Day song and kill it!? I'm outraged. If I find out she covers a Floyd song too.... oh watch out. There will be much chaos!!! I will go OFF! Urgh, I love Canada. I even plan to move to Ontario. And you know something, she is the worst Canadian ever! Evah!! Not even Chad Kroger is as annoying as she is! And that says something because I detest Kroger. I even like Kelly Clarkson more than I like that little poser-bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make this day an even worse day for music, I also found out that Aaron Carter is coming to the Pabst Theatre here... Yay.[/sarcasm] I told my Mom I want to protest in front of the venue, and she said "Go ahead." Hah, I just might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you were wondering -- No, I really don't have anything better to do with my time than rant over a Pop-singer. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Samcrest, out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will not only be signing this with a song quote, but also a humorous and/or serious life tip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song quote:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catch the mist, catch the myth, catch the mystery, catch the drift.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;~ Rush - Tom Sawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life tip #1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even if Geddy Lee tells you to "catch the spit" don't do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-111169449973713592?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/111169449973713592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=111169449973713592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111169449973713592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111169449973713592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think-im-going-to-be-sick.html' title='I Think I&apos;m Going to be Sick...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-111099768542749546</id><published>2005-03-16T09:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:58:41.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Over to the Citrus Side</title><content type='html'>Heh, so when you think you're funny, everything is a joke to you. From Barrack Obama to Oranges! Literally everything can become a joke. Whether it's just a simple pop-culture reference that makes you laugh for a minute or a cleverly planned burst of humor, everything seems to work for you as a joke. My life motto &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes, I've got a motto)&lt;/span&gt; is "It doesn't matter if I amuse anyone else... I think I'm funny, and that's all that matters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you the inane story of how Jedis have acquired a taste for oranges in my head. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Saturday, I'm peeling a &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; orange. I mean huge! But anyway, so I finished pealing it and I go to throw away the peels when some of them slipped out of my hands and fell. I shouted out "Oh noes! It's the attack of the orange peels!" I laughed, then continued on. . . "Next will be the Revenge of the Oranges! And Oranges Strike Back! The Orange Menace! Return of the Oranges!" I crack out laughing while naming all of these, not caring that my parents, who were just in the next room and had full view of my geekiness leaking out into the air, probably thought me insane. So I finally stop laughing enough to talk and I'm like "Dad, Dad! Didja hear me? Aren't I hilarious!?" he shook his head as normal, and I went on laughing as I tried to recreate various Star Wars movies orange-style. . . &lt;strong&gt;end scene&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* And the great part about that^ is that it is a normal day in Sam's head. . . yep. Sad, eh? What else would you expect from a nerd-in-training?&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later folks!&lt;br /&gt;~Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song quote: "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got a Dungeon Master's Guide, I've got a 12-sided die, I've got Kitty Pryde and Nightcrawler too. Waiting there for me yes I do, I do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;~Weezer - In the Garage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-111099768542749546?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/111099768542749546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=111099768542749546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111099768542749546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111099768542749546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/03/come-over-to-citrus-side.html' title='Come Over to the Citrus Side'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-111051421661579052</id><published>2005-03-11T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T22:13:09.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ello 'ello, poppet!</title><content type='html'>So. . . it's been over a month since my last post. Eep, oh well, no one reads this anyway. Especially since I took it out of my sig on TZ. I guess I can spill a bit further now. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, love is simply a just another feeling. A very strong feeling, that seems to merge with several other feelings. And I believe it is possible to be in "love" more than once. And I bet if you asked one of your parents or an older sibling, they'd tell you they've been in something like love more than once. I can now honestly say I've been in love. And damn, does it suck. Unfortunately my brain works well and realizes when something isn't good for me, and I sort of broke my own heart! Hah, I know, weird eh? It gets weirder -- the guy that I "fell" for didn't even really know. Which I find funny, because how can you not know that someone likes you or not? I'm anything but subtle! Wha-? Ugh, I've been doing this for awhle now. Just overanalysing it all. Which is so damn pathetic, seeing as there wasn't technically anything to analyse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I'm not going to get back into this sucky mood I've been in lately. No I say! Heh. . . I just went to a concert last night and for some reason it kicked ass and made me feel so happy! And all day I've been happy so I'm not going to get rid of that by thinking of a guy. No, not gonna. I haven't been happy like this in awhile and I just don't wanna let this feeling go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til next time.&lt;br /&gt;~Sambles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song quote(s):&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When will I maturely come to terms with the only constant thing in life is change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;God forbid if something would stay the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www.troubledhubble.com"&gt;Troubled Hubble&lt;/a&gt; - Albatross&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-111051421661579052?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/111051421661579052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=111051421661579052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111051421661579052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111051421661579052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/03/ello-ello-poppet.html' title='&apos;Ello &apos;ello, poppet!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-111100580179491824</id><published>2005-02-28T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T21:08:20.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Name change!</title><content type='html'>Hey, notice the title^ well I finally came up with something that isn't as stupid as "blog". It's now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;oring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;irl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. . . later! *runs away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-111100580179491824?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/111100580179491824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=111100580179491824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111100580179491824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/111100580179491824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/02/name-change.html' title='Name change!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-110660380091653060</id><published>2005-01-24T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T15:56:40.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am one of those melodramatic fools</title><content type='html'>I have a Green Day song stuck in my head. &lt;strong&gt;-_-&lt;/strong&gt; It is driving me crazy, because I can't even figure out which song it is. . . I know its from Dookie, and I have the beat of the song, but that's it. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a meaningless project!! Yay. I'm putting together a big list of cool lyrics. I'll post them up here once I've got most of it done. Then I'll add the rest later. I just started, so it'll be awhile. I'm gathering all types of lyrics. From Blink and Alanis Morissette to Ok Go and Pink Floyd! If you'd like to contribute to my huge list, you can email me or leave a comment. . . whatever.&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/9177878-110660380091653060?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/110660380091653060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=110660380091653060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110660380091653060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110660380091653060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-one-of-those-melodramatic-fools.html' title='I am one of those melodramatic fools'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-110572897919719680</id><published>2005-01-14T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T12:56:19.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>British mice, vacuum men, and Harry Potter!</title><content type='html'>Man, I'm sick of guys. Just completely sick of them. Who needs them!? Well. . . I do. But that's something for another day. I have a bad habit of getting attracted to someone fairly easily. (Hmm. Too many words ending in ly there.) I can't help it. Especially if its someone with the things on my list. You're probably wondering what my list is, eh? I heard a song that gave me an idea, the idea to make a list of qualities and whatnot that I'd like in a guy. It sounded like a better idea at the time, trust me. One of the lines in the said song was "Not necessarily needs, but qualities that I prefer. I figure I can describe it since I have a choice in the matter." So I did, I made a small list.  And certain qualities are appealing to me, though they might not be to some others. Its amazing how I can get so attracted to a guy's personality. Now back the guys suck part: Like I was saying, guys suck! But damn it, if there weren't any guys, I'd go insane (and not in the good way) because I just don't get along with chicks. Other than my sisters, I only have about 6 girl friends (Three of which are on TZ.). So yes, I suppose there are quite a few reasons to not become a man-hermit. I just hate the fact that one person can make me feel. Feel everything. Love, hatred, sadness, lust, pain, anger, joy, etc. Sometimes I just fucking hate it. I don't like not being in control of my emotions. I just don't. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been writing more of &lt;a href="http://www.fanfictionworld.net/hparchive/viewstory.php?sid=69262"&gt;my Potter fanfic&lt;/a&gt;. Its actually gotten some reviews! I'm shocked too, because they don't say "You suck, your writing is crap."! So that's pretty cool. I've got this habit of talking with an accent lately. Its a bit odd. . . okay, its really odd. I'm not sure if its from watching these shows I've been watching, or if its from writing my story, or if I was just British in a pastlife. But its driving me up the wall! Although, I do sound kind of cute. Heh, never modest, are you Sam? Okay, when I start refering to myself in the third person, me thinks its time to stop writing.  Uhoh! I said modest, now I've got to use a Modest Mouse quote! For the record, I liked them before they exploded with popularity and the little whores on that WB show started talking about them. *sigh* I'm happy for them, but its sad because they'll never be the same. Its the White Stripes all over again. . . Anywho, the song quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"As life gets longer, awful feels softer. Well it feels pretty soft to me. And if it takes shit to make bliss, then I feel pretty blissfully." ~ Modest Mouse, The View.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-110572897919719680?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/110572897919719680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=110572897919719680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110572897919719680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110572897919719680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2005/01/british-mice-vacuum-men-and-harry.html' title='British mice, vacuum men, and Harry Potter!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-110402428624654476</id><published>2004-12-25T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T19:26:18.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Well, today was one of the best days I've had in so incredibly long. People actually liked the gifts I gave, I got to hang out with my sisters, I got awesome gifts, and it was just a great day. I got this one suit-thingy. Its a one piece outfit, but its black and stretchy and so adorable! And I think I look pretty damn hot in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all it turned out to be a great Christmas. . . and, its only 6 months and 23 days 'til my birthday! Woohoo! I'm so happy though, I got the 5 book set of the Harry Potter books (I only had the second one until now) and the Op. Ivy CD I thought I was getting. Really, really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song quote isn't Christmas-y, but rather something of how I'm feeling right this second:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful. So unloved for someone, so fine. I can feel so boring for someone so interesting. So ignorant for someone of sound mind&lt;/strong&gt;." ~Alanis - So Unsexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-110402428624654476?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/110402428624654476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=110402428624654476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110402428624654476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110402428624654476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-110384124158358406</id><published>2004-12-23T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T19:57:04.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That was stupid. </title><content type='html'>Wow, two posts in one day, amazing. Well, I went from feeling incredibly happy to feeling like the world's biggest moron (save G.W.)! *sigh* I was talking to my friend for like hours early, it was great. But I then I did something that made me feel so incredibly stupid. Did you know that the list of "bad things being a teenager causes" is longer than the list of good things? So true. So incredibly true. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. . . I guess I can give another song quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, I wish I was brave. I wish I was stronger. Wish I could feel no pain.&lt;/strong&gt;" ~Boxcar Racer - I Feel So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-110384124158358406?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/110384124158358406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=110384124158358406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110384124158358406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110384124158358406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2004/12/that-was-stupid.html' title='That was stupid. '/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-110365722209208624</id><published>2004-12-23T06:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T18:41:27.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so silly</title><content type='html'>Well, I told one of my sisters that I like those shirts with the funny saying on it. Like "Chicks dig scrawny pale guys" (&lt;--So true) And she randomly asked me the other day what my favorite saying is. I come up with lots of brilliant sayings every day! How could I just pick one!? The first one that came to mind was "I'm only here to amuse others". I say that often. But I would've liked some time to think about it. Maybe something like "I dig geeks" See, that's even better! 'Cause I do like geeks. If you knew me, it'd be obvious. =D But I think that she's getting me a shirt, so that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Christmas Eve and a couple of those damn presents still haven't gotten here. I'm extremely pissed. Oh well, could be worse I suppose. I'm still angry though. But then I'm happy for secret reasons, so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I still need a song quote here. Hmm. . . here's a &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/magic2/harry__potter/Alanislyric.htm" target="_blank"&gt;link to a page&lt;/a&gt; with the entire song lyrics Everything by Alanis Morissette. Read it, its very me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-110365722209208624?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/110365722209208624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=110365722209208624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110365722209208624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110365722209208624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-so-silly.html' title='I&apos;m so silly'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-110348129748932093</id><published>2004-12-19T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T19:56:36.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She, she, she, she's a bombshell. . .</title><content type='html'>I'm quite certain that my 'rents are getting me the Op. Ivy CD I really want. So that rocks! I love Bombshell and Unity. I'm excited! I've borrowed it from my sister, but never actually got it. I have no idea what my other sisters are getting me, but as long as it's not pink, Pop, or one of those dorky "luscious" shirts that the little whores wear, I'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;There's a club on the coast, where the kids get lost, and no one's gonna stare. Yeah, chuck T's and bleached jeans with dayglow mohawk hair. Yeah, misfits and homeless kids all call their home there. Don't tell me it ain't real! Don't you fucking dare!&lt;/strong&gt;" ~Rancid - Spirit of '87&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-110348129748932093?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/110348129748932093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=110348129748932093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110348129748932093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110348129748932093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2004/12/she-she-she-shes-bombshell.html' title='She, she, she, she&apos;s a bombshell. . .'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-110334301928781125</id><published>2004-12-17T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T19:57:23.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese goes good with whine</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been two weeks since my last rant. . . craziness. Mainly because I've had plenty to rant about, so it's odd that I haven't. I was sick for a few days. Ugh. I felt light-headed and my stomach was constantly churning and to top it off, I also had killer headaches/tension headache. It sucked. . . alot. It was sort of like having a migraine for three days but with a few extra not-perks. Again I say, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sort of happy today though! It started snowing this afternoon and just kept falling. I love the snow. It's kind of. . . romantic. Oh, shut up! I'm allowed to think some is romantic without being a girly-girl. But the snow, it's so beautiful! Magical even. I love it, it just makes me smile. And yet I feel sad about it. Not really about the snow, but about the fact that Winter is almost here, and that means it's almost the end of the year. 2004 is almost over. Did I even accomplish anything? I mean, when I look back at the year, yeah I suppose I did some stuff. I went to a bunch of concerts, got new hobbies, etc. But have I changed for the better? Did I do anything worth mentioning? It kinda takes the happy away for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is in one week exactly. A bunch of the gifts I bought still haven't gotten here. That's what I get for procrastinating. And I'm still three gifts short. . . ugh, I hate shopping for people. I've no idea what my brother-in-laws like! One likes the Simpsons way too much and the other like motorcycles and stuff like that. A lot of help. Then, when my sisters asked me what I want, and I, of course haven't put any thought into it, and say "I dunno."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start ending these posts with a song quote. Something that relects how I'm feeling, or something. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;And now I'm close, but not touching. And I'm cold, but not freezing. And I'm only alive, only alive. Briefly. . .&lt;/strong&gt;" ~Better Than Ezra - Briefly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-110334301928781125?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/110334301928781125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=110334301928781125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110334301928781125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110334301928781125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2004/12/cheese-goes-good-with-whine.html' title='Cheese goes good with whine'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-110202479122559780</id><published>2004-12-02T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T16:01:24.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some feelings are annoying</title><content type='html'>To me, it's kind of funny how a member of the opposite sex can make you feel like crap one day, and then make you feel extremely happy the next. Whether you're a chick or a guy, relationships will make you ponder through out your life. Personally, at least twice a week I wonder why guys have the power to make me feel so low and invisible. And at least twice a week I wonder why the littlest compliment from a guy makes me smile for hours. There's rarely a middle for me. It's mostly happy or sad. When I'm just there, that's just it. I'm just there. It's times like this that I just throw on my headphones and let music guide me to a better place. I came to a revelation about a month back, that the reason why I love music and comics and even the HP books is that I like to escape. I like to jump into a world where things don't effect me, where I can just see the story of another unfold before me, and I don't have to worry about my inane life. . . Just talking about this makes me happy, because I realize that it's good. For once, there's something in my life that has limited change, and it's good. All through out our lives, there's change. From the day we're born, to when the day we die, there will always be change. Mostly unwanted. I admit, that I fear change. Even good change. But that just makes me human, correct? I think that's enough of "Philosophical Sam" for today, my brain go splat. . . hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-110202479122559780?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/110202479122559780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=110202479122559780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110202479122559780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110202479122559780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2004/12/some-feelings-are-annoying.html' title='Some feelings are annoying'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-110131701632723988</id><published>2004-11-24T08:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T18:32:56.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It sucked worse than I thought!</title><content type='html'>I finally got to see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban because I bought it. . . Oh my God, it was horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this man (Cuaron) is a professional director?! I could've done better than that! And it was way to "artsy"! Like the leaf falling from the tree with the blahgy crap! What's with that!? I wanted to see a Harry Potter movie, not some crazy movie on Sundance about a Goth chick finding love (or whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. . . The cheesy lines! What the-!? Lupin going on and on about Lily's eyes, what the hell? That was not just unnecessary, but annoying! If Rowling wanted to say that Lupin used to like her, why didn't she in one of the books? And like Hermione's line "Does my hair really look like that in the back?" I wanted to hurl! Hermione would never say that! They changed her so much in this film! She's not a girly-girl, she a beautiful smart girl. And one my favorite characters on top of that. And all the forced 'Mione and Ron stuff. I am a Ron/Hermione shipper, but that stuff wasn't in the book, so it's meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they change Dean Thomas' actor to Keenan from Keenan and Kel?! Or who was the fat kid that played him? 'Cause it wasn't the same guy. And while we're on that, what was with his cheesy line about catching Sirius? "It's like catching smoke. . . it's like catching smoke with your bare hands. . ." I laughed aloud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started about how they left out who the Marauders are! That's just wrong! And the stupid way the camera zoomed in and out so much was so lame. Since when can Dementors fly, by the way? And when did Hogwarts grounds get so hilly? Hagrid got an addition added to his hut? McGonagall didn't get to tease Trelawney? Lupin was &lt;em&gt;tough &lt;/em&gt;on Harry? Sirius was all touchy-feely with Harry? Why!? What possessed him to change all that? It drove me crazy! I never would've thought that I'd be this disappointed. I knew it sucked, but I didn't know that it did this bad. I can't say I didn't laugh though, some of it was enjoyable. But I wouldn't've payed money to see it.  I really hope the next director is better than this. I wish Columbus would've done PoA. . . Order of the Phoenix&lt;strong&gt; better&lt;/strong&gt; be great, though. It's my favorite. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;the sad Harry fan,&lt;br /&gt;~Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-110131701632723988?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/110131701632723988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=110131701632723988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110131701632723988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110131701632723988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-sucked-worse-than-i-thought.html' title='It sucked worse than I thought!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-110083744692342876</id><published>2004-11-18T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T15:12:00.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dull. . .</title><content type='html'>So, every week I go to one of my local libraries. I get comic trades and CDs and novels, a little bit of everything. And it's just another reason I'm geeky. . . It's kinda sad. But moving on, I got a new book called Jonathan Strange &amp;amp; Mr. Norrell. My sister told me I should read it, but I'm not sure if I will. It seems a little odd. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week Harry Potter and the PoA is coming out on DVD! I'm so excited, even though I know it was kinda crappy! Hehe, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there's Thanksgiving next week. . . eh, I'm not too excited. Some of my family is coming up from FL and it's gonna be weird. Last year I was down in Florida for Thanksgiving because my grandfather died. It was kind of odd because my uncle and aunts and cousins don't really know me, and I'm rather quirky, so it's not a good idea to act like me when I first meet someone. So I played the role of normal girl (or as much as a geek girl can) for a week when I was down there. I don't want to this time, and I shouldn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want my cousins thinking I'm the weird chick from the midwest. . . eh, who cares? I'm also not one for chit-chatting so that's gonna suck too. And I suppose I'm just over-reacting. It's not like they're gonna shun me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later dudes,&lt;br /&gt;~Sam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-110083744692342876?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/110083744692342876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=110083744692342876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110083744692342876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110083744692342876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-dull.html' title='I&apos;m dull. . .'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-110072830033141480</id><published>2004-11-17T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T16:21:58.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>People Tend to be Annoying. . . </title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed how annoying people can be? Seriously. They can be so damn annoying! Whether in real life or on forums, people can just be idiots and get on your nerves. Do you think the seek people to annoy out? Or is it just a gift that they know when to get in your way? What makes me bring this up &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(well, I have many a story from before, but I'll tell you the most recent one)&lt;/span&gt; is that today some little noob on the TZ forums was being a idiot with me. And it put me in a bad mood because I'm usually pretty nice to everyone, and the only reason the jerk was being rude with me was that I pointed out that he spammed. I know, I'm terrible. Everyone flame me. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm very sarcastic, get used to it. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-110072830033141480?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/110072830033141480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=110072830033141480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110072830033141480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110072830033141480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2004/11/people-tend-to-be-annoying.html' title='People Tend to be Annoying. . . '/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-110071733884635927</id><published>2004-11-17T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T12:48:58.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper or plastic?</title><content type='html'>Hehe, I went to the grocery store with my mom yesterday. I offered to bag, because she doesn't like to, and I was just standing there. So I bagged it all, but rather badly. I noticed this, but didn't do anything about it. She bought odd shaped items, what do you want?! But anyway, when she noticed that I bagged horribly, she made a comment like "You bag as bad as them [the full service baggers]" and a ranting I did go! I started saying that I don't get paid the 6 bucks an hour they do, and so I have the right to bag your groceries as bad as I want! And that when I do start getting 6 bucks an hour, then I'll bag a little better for her! This went on for about 5 minutes . . . Man, I'm dull. Hehe, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, ~Sam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-110071733884635927?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/110071733884635927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=110071733884635927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110071733884635927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110071733884635927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2004/11/paper-or-plastic.html' title='Paper or plastic?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-110062481661339180</id><published>2004-11-16T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T16:10:09.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Single mother author</title><content type='html'>I am a HUGE Harry Potter fan! I just got into it last year, but I'm really obsessed! I get obsessed often, so you'll get used to it. Anywho, I really enjoy the HP books (and movies, but they butchered it so much!) but the weird thing is, I can't stand J.K. Rowling! I don't know why, but everything about her annoys me. . . go figure. I really, really can't wait for the next book to come out. I've read all of the books a ton of times. Sorcerer's Stone: 3 times. Chamber of Secrets: 3 times. Prisoner of Azkaban: 4 times (and I'm in the middle of re-reading it now). Goblet of Fire: 4 times. Order of the Phoenix: 2 times. I'm re-reading all of them right now (just got into book 3 two days ago, so I should be done soon!) and I'm over-analyzing everything to get clues! I'm also in the middle of &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/665228/"&gt;writing a fan-fic&lt;/a&gt; that takes place right after OotP. So yeah. . . Are you still reading? I'm honored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-110062481661339180?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/110062481661339180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=110062481661339180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110062481661339180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110062481661339180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2004/11/harry-potter-and-single-mother-author.html' title='Harry Potter and the Single mother author'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9177878.post-110058036079301078</id><published>2004-11-16T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:46:00.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The first post</title><content type='html'>Everyone nowadays has a blog. So I was thinking, "I rant a lot. I should have a blog!" And that's what's before you. Blog sounds idiotic, doesn't it? I'm not gonna call it that. . . I'll come up with something else.  So, stay tuned for some ranting. . . it's late, I'll get back to you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly neighborhood geek-girl,&lt;br /&gt;~Sam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9177878-110058036079301078?l=kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/feeds/110058036079301078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9177878&amp;postID=110058036079301078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110058036079301078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9177878/posts/default/110058036079301078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kurtwagnerrants.blogspot.com/2004/11/first-post.html' title='The first post'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00941263586851773742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
