<?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-3514903826148955986</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:40:58.997-08:00</updated><category term='I Have A Dream 2'/><category term='Bitch Slap'/><category term='Factories Far Away'/><category term='OH JOY'/><category term='Something'/><category term='Ay Dios Mio'/><category term='Start'/><category term='Alien'/><category term='What a doozie'/><category term='In Moderation'/><category term='Chicken Soup for Your Fuckin&apos; Soul'/><category term='Lonely'/><category term='And the beat keeps runnin&apos; runnin&apos;.'/><category term='Spring Cleaning'/><category term='Sentimentals'/><category term='Another'/><category term='Left Thumb'/><title type='text'>That Damn Sam</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-7901759461008614693</id><published>2011-10-21T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:52:22.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puberty in College</title><content type='html'>It is funny and ironic and sad to watch everything around you change. It is like an Alanis Morissette except not in a horrible accent and very clearly articulated. Sometimes I think all I hear coming out of my mouth is 'blah blah blah I'm a dirty tramp'. But I am not. I wish I was but I can't pull off the high skirts and big tits. I just don't have the spine for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making friends with the volleyball girls one by one. It is like they are slowly succumbing to a zombie virus. The virus being me. I am also in the mood of depression, well I used to be. Intermediate Accounting is kicking my ass. It tears my heart out of my chest with athlete's foot infected hands, and throws it on the floor. Then it chops it up with the Blendtec blender as if it were making guacamole on Sunday gameday. Then it throws my decimated blood pumper into fire....started with tears and shame and lighter fluid and a hint of that horrible smelling Axe body spray. Then it gently plucks my heart paste out of the ashes and throws it out of the window in I-35 next to the downtown exit. Needless to say it is making me consider changing my major. It is mostly the teacher's fault. I do not like that nincompoop one bit. Sometimes I want to rip his jaw out through his poop chute. I have no idea where all this creativity is coming from but I like it. And I am not this violent but there is so much bad stuff that has happened to me already that shit needs to turn real good real quick,*ghetto girl Z-snap*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that is good is the actual class make up for Accounting. I have my friend Magie which is fucking awesome and who is fucking awesome. Then there are some people that are in there that are just funny. There is somebody that I would like to get to know more, Jasmine. Hopefully we will do ice cream soon. I am looking forward to it. On another good note, we, meaning my team and I, have won our intramural volleyball game. It was an intense match. Probably one of the most fun matches I have ever played. I am looking forward to the game we have on Sunday at 9 (shameless plug) because it is against the Pirates. It should be fun also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some other shit I was going to tell you but I have forgotten it. Beep boop bop.  Oh I finally can get songs off of youtube again. Thank you for updates. I have discovered all these songs and shows recently and it is sad because I barely have time to enjoy all of them. But actually that last sentence was a lie. I have been doing all those. Sorry, my b for lying. You know, I think I should write a book. I doubt anybody would read it but it sure as hell would be funny and awkward. Hopefully, it be made into a movie, and I will not even care what kind of movie, the big screen, straight to dvd, hell, I will even do a Lifetime movie. I ain't got no shame. I just wants da monies. I just want da dolla dolla bills trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of wish I could keep up with my life postings so that you, my audience, could know what crazy and over hyperbolized things that I say about my life which is quite boring. I will get back to doing stuff that I am probably not supposed to be doing. Alright, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-7901759461008614693?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7901759461008614693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/10/puberty-in-college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7901759461008614693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7901759461008614693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/10/puberty-in-college.html' title='Puberty in College'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-5820760347674812676</id><published>2011-07-13T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:11:57.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>So much has happened since the last time I spit some fresh words your way. So much I am blanking on it. So, while I collect my thoughts please enjoy this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXGhvoekY44"&gt;music&lt;/a&gt;. Now that I have had time to think I shall begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON the plane to California I sat next to this guy and across from the aisle, on the window side sat another guy. Plain and simple right? Well, on my layover flight from LAX to SFO those same two guys were in the plane. Crazy how we got the same plane and we sat in the same row. I think it was some sort of Final Destination sign that says that we escaped death. Which reminds me, there is a new Final Destination movie. Trailer&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi3590233113/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. Watching those movies always makes me uncontrollably shaky. I have no idea why. It is like I developed a serious case of Parkinson's Disease for the hour and 30 minutes that the movie is. I am shaking, trying to keep my nerves and not look like a scared  little bitch but when some pops up, hot damn am I in the air like Baby, I was born that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH shit, yeah. I went to one of the many Redwood Forests here in Cali, and was it what I wanted. I loved feeling so small with the giant ass trees. So much so that I actually bought a giant Sequoia that I am going to plant on the campus of Steds. Boom chaka laka. Oh and I got to go to Stockton and visit the University of Pacific. Holy shit is that a nice ass campus or what. I will literally transfer there just for the scenery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played tennis for three hours and that was fun. And then I went to San Jose. And to Albany, and tickled Berkley. To Marin County I went and blazed past Oakland. I am going to go to Santa Cruz and Carmel next but before that I shall see Harry Potter 7 AHHHAHAHAHHAHHHHHHHHHHHH. excited. I think I want to abandon life and live here for a good 3 months but move back to Texas. Ya know you got me runnin back for more babe. Good ol' Texas. It is also hard to free ball here because it is not your average temperatures for summer. Try highs of 70s. That is not even a high. I call that air conditioning where I come from.  I have yet to use my fancy clothes but I shall do that. So look at my album and get a taste of what I did. Until next time my hardcore fans. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-5820760347674812676?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/5820760347674812676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/07/california.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/5820760347674812676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/5820760347674812676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/07/california.html' title='California'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-2621086305261609995</id><published>2011-06-22T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T18:38:45.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What What</title><content type='html'>So this is the first post I have done as a 'in-a-relationship man', you know what...its counterpart sounds way better. Anyways, I have met somebody. A girl. And she likes me. Is there any more I could ask for? YEAH, A SHIT TON MORE I CAN ASK FOR, but I am a humble man so I will shorten my list to 3 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. waterproof, shockproof, freezeproof camera&lt;br /&gt;2. Mini Cooper Countryman&lt;br /&gt;3. more money so I can buy items 1&amp;amp;2 over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, big whoops for me for finally getting that damn elusive iPhone 4 in white. Next subject, I have been asking these life questions on Facebook lately. I kind of like it. Oh and I need to start working out more. Plus I need more shoes. You know what I realized that I am just saying random things with no connection betwixt them. My English teachers would be furious. But hey, this is my style of writing. If someone can write in all lower case letters then damn it I can write whatever the hell I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Griffin is coming on today. Sadly I am going to miss it. I am at work and so yup. I am totes excited though because I am going to go to Aussie's tonight and play some sand volleyball. I look forward to that every week. Really, like come Monday I am like, is it Wednesday yet? And I also need to get a new tennis racket. While we are on the subject of that I am getting good at tennis for only being a beginner. I mean I am biased but whatever, people can be racist and so I can be biased. Isn't that how the world works. I really wish I had legos. I want to build a dinosaur and the suv from Jurassic Park. I would like to recreate the whole T-Rex vs. SUV scene. And I realized that I keep pushing buttons with my face on my iPhone. Why does this mug have to be so beautiful and yet so disobedient? I found out that one of my non-relative relatives is coming to escuela con migo. I am actually going to meet up with him tomorrow. I like how I have a set week. Monday Tuesday, my house. Wednesday-Saturday, with my gf Erica. And Sunday is back at my house. I could have just put that in the beginning of the sentence but that would take away the suspense of where you think I am on Sunday. I saw you reading it. Palms sweaty, heart racing, waiting, silently, yearning for the answer of my location on Sunday. I saw it in your face holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should keep on top of this blog. Sand volleyball is great. I think I am doing better at setting. I am excited to see it on the court where I can move faster and actually spike. Damn 8 foot tall nets, shit. I think that is enough ranting and raving and r....r....r....recycling? I don't know. Later. Oh shit. I forgot to tell you I will give you some random pictures soon. And by soon I mean next post. Ok now I am leaving. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-2621086305261609995?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/2621086305261609995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2621086305261609995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2621086305261609995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-what.html' title='What What'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-44813314475926039</id><published>2011-04-25T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T21:39:33.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What Time It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CudSeAF3840/TbZMhoetS0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/DOPcKTJ_U54/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAwMzYtMjAxMTAyMjUtMTQzNy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-773698"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CudSeAF3840/TbZMhoetS0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/DOPcKTJ_U54/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAwMzYtMjAxMTAyMjUtMTQzNy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-773698"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599747327367400258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yup, it is I, Sam, and I have decided to blog. I know crazy right? Well it is the 25th of April and it is hella hot in my room. I just took a shower and now I am drying off au natural. I have decided that I would like to stretch my scrotum. But I have also decided that will not be a good idea. When I lay down and fart, it hums by my testicles. It is quite lovely but I digress. I don&amp;#39;t know what I want to do. But I have options. I want to start training for a triathlon. That is what I want to do. I also want to work at the RCC but I don&amp;#39;t know if that would work out because I am going to take a class in the summer and hours will need to be changed. I do want to make this the summer where I am employed at Best Buy. I have been wanting to work there but they do not see my passion. I need to show them, nay, I will show them. I wonder if REI will sponsor me if I do a triathlon. Gosh, baby oil makes you skin so smooth. I still don&amp;#39;t have pictures that I said I would but now it has been so long that I don&amp;#39;t remember what I was going to upload. So a picture of the Jack in the Box man will have to suffice. This week is going to suck. Finals are rearing their ugly heads and paper and paper and paper ( p.s. Attach Ss at the end of paper). I hate that I make a whole bunch of friends at the end of the semester. It happens all the time. Whatevs, at least it happens. I need to invest in a fan or you know a tornado. Whichever one is cheaper and eco-friendly. Later fools&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-44813314475926039?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/44813314475926039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/04/guess-what-time-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/44813314475926039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/44813314475926039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/04/guess-what-time-it-is.html' title='Guess What Time It Is'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CudSeAF3840/TbZMhoetS0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/DOPcKTJ_U54/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAwMzYtMjAxMTAyMjUtMTQzNy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-773698' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-6735461376090528400</id><published>2011-03-16T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:16:09.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A While</title><content type='html'>I am feel weird. It is like a tsunami of apathy washed over me. I do not know where it came from but it is has already done damage. I wish I could better analyze myself. I do not know why I think the way I do. Sometimes I know, most of the time I do not. I try my best but sometimes my best is not enough. I feel like this feeling is brought about because of the anniversary of my birth. It will two decades ago from Saturday. I think it is because I feel like a failure. Thing I want to do still have not been able to find time. Life is just rushing by each second at a time. Each second I am growing wiser, each second I am getting closer to death, each second I can not gain back (See, I do not know where this is coming from). A happy point in my life is Lily Allen. I have fallen in love with her. I have also enjoyed the time when Courtney was here. Honestly, when she left, I felt like something inside of me left with her. Maybe it is an infatuation but maybe it is more. I do not know. Something left me and I know I cannot get it back. I have had this feeling before. Once, when I left my family in California when I visited them long ago and another time when summer came about freshman year and it was time for Jordan and I to depart ways to go back home.  I need to be by water. Just like Dinah from the Red Tent. I honestly feel good when I am in water. I am a Pisces so water is natural to me. I also know that people who like water are very complex. Psh, me in a nut shell. Also, a contradiction. My feeling are all over the place but maybe that is where they need to be. I know everything happens for a reason but that reason eludes me all the time. I go with the flow without know where the current is taking me. I lift my head up to take a peek but once I prepare for the future, boom, waterfall. I am having a heck of time finding somebody to love, hell, even like. I wish my sexual disposition was not so varied when it came towards women. Blah blah, who cares right? I had a dream in which I have to explain in a vlog. It will be a high point in the post and not a debbie downer. I always wonder what will happen if one day I am gone from this life. Who will come to my services, who will cry, who will even think "Rest in Peace, Sam"? I am not saying this as a suicide, FAR FROM IT. I like challenges way to much to take myself out of the game. But it crosses my mind. Mostly in dreams. I heard that when you die in a dream, you die in real life. I cannot say if this is true because I have not died in any of my dreams. Others have but not me. I told you I am a fighter. I know what I need. A good dose of I Survived. That show is the shit and I will love it till the day of judgment and then, I will still love the fuck out of it. And I know that was a comma splice but I do not care. It is my style. It is there to add emphasis. That is why I hate writing for other people. You think I can't write but I think you have no creativity. Classic Art vs. Academics. I am not going to lie this time. I will post pictures of funny and cool shit I like next post. Pinky Promise. Anyway Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-6735461376090528400?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/6735461376090528400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/03/while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/6735461376090528400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/6735461376090528400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/03/while.html' title='A While'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-6327097606369218555</id><published>2011-02-17T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:41:10.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOALNIoEsfw/TV34ZgM8AjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/4MSDlN3Mj1g/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAwMDgtMjAxMTAyMDUtMTQzNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-770214"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOALNIoEsfw/TV34ZgM8AjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/4MSDlN3Mj1g/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAwMDgtMjAxMTAyMDUtMTQzNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-770214"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574885030779159090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What is it to be the norm? I was thinking today in Operations Management, what if I where in an alternate universe, parallel and what not. I got sent there and then I am not normal because in the universe everybody has a lisp or Sharkbears patrol the city or maybe something insignificant as making a lower grade on my biology exam. Even though the change is nothing, it is still not normal for me. And then I Struggle to find the universe that I am from, but with all these changes I do not know which universe is my normal. Then I just get caught in this cycle of not able to get home, to something familiar. But then I realized what if I am not even the normal (original) universe, what if I am in an alternate universe looking for the original where I think I come from but it is not home. Then I thought to myself, normal is only something that was radical but has been adopted by many until it became, well, normal. Then I thought about this picture I took, making me want to sing out,&amp;quot;one of these things is not like the other&amp;quot;. I wonder if you can find it. I think I should be in philosophy class with all this brain matter but I do not think they will have use for my useless irrelevant conundrums. But I do know what they need, SOCK&amp;#39;EM BOPPERS! I use to have some. But I do not know where they went. Also is it &amp;quot;use to&amp;quot;  or &amp;quot;used to&amp;quot;? I just confused myself when writing the sentence where it is mentioned. Also, I have nothing to do, as in homework, so I decided to lay in bed and pretend to sleep. This is not happening as I am writing a blog. I have a racquetball match tomorrow and I am excited for it and I will play my best. I want my camera already. Oh and since my last post my situation has not gotten any better but it also have not gotten worse. So yeah. &lt;p&gt;I would like to let you know that I separated this because people do not like reading long blocks of text without spacing. Isn&amp;#39;t that weird. NO it is not. I think if I ever fail to read a book and I have to write a paper about it, I would turn in a length requirement fulfilling paper with the fist and only thing in my paper is &amp;#39;TL;DR&amp;#39;. And maybe I will attach a meme or something to it. Hopefully if the teacher is awesome, he or she would just laugh and give me a 70 for it. &lt;p&gt;I also have a crush on my Teacher for Business Communication. She is married but I mean who does not want a little three-way to spice up their marriage? Psh, prudes, that is who? Honestly, I put that question mark there to see if you would read it as a question; where your voice ends an octave or two higher. I do not know if it worked but I can sure try. Anyways, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-6327097606369218555?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/6327097606369218555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/02/normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/6327097606369218555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/6327097606369218555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/02/normal.html' title='Normal'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOALNIoEsfw/TV34ZgM8AjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/4MSDlN3Mj1g/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAwMDgtMjAxMTAyMDUtMTQzNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-770214' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-7085750108828520228</id><published>2011-02-16T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:56:05.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DLB1XCmuPuo/TVwyVKQLgnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6DGC31B9eX8/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAwMTEtMjAxMTAyMDktMjIyOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-727267"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DLB1XCmuPuo/TVwyVKQLgnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6DGC31B9eX8/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAwMTEtMjAxMTAyMDktMjIyOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-727267" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574385777888690802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sk06PTAFC6E/TVwyVjCxpiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jY-GykXxPUE/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAwMTAtMjAxMTAyMDUtMTkyNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-728957"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sk06PTAFC6E/TVwyVjCxpiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jY-GykXxPUE/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAwMTAtMjAxMTAyMDUtMTkyNS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-728957" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574385784543356450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I made some oatmeal the other day and by other day I mean like 2 weeks ago. This is a really late post because I have just been doing a lot of stuff and just have not found the time to blog now. It is quite sad now that I think about it but whatever. What is done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;So back to the story, I made oatmeal and it was Lavish dark chocolate oatmeal with honey and chocolate milk. Not only was this concoction the best but I was also afraid that I might get diarrhea. That did not happen so I was proud of my body to take so much abuse. WOO HOO. Samuel Gonzales 1 Proponents to diarrhea 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;The second picture is of my desk where I am currently hoarding snacks. I feel like I am about to go into hibernation but this is not possible because no bear hibernates in the spring time or close to spring time. That is a winter thing and I do not believe nature would allow me to change its rules. Last time I tried. Bad stuff happened. And I am being general because I do not remember what happened but I know it was bad and that I will never do it again. I still have a shit load of pictures to put up but I want to draw on some of them and others I would like to mess around with them and censor them because I feel like the FCC right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I am all done with work in the BUSI class I am taking and there is nothing else I am doing other than this blog. That is how I found the time. So I am having mixed feelings all around and I do not know what to do with them except for bottle them up real quick because I know they will be resolved around next month. I can wait till then but I do not know if others can and that is part of the dilemma. Sometimes I feel like I should stop trying to look for what I want, what I need, in this life and just wait for it to come to me. There is only so much that the human heart can take before it becomes something like a black hole. I am going to try my hardest to keep it away from such a thing but sometimes I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;On a lighter note, there was a suicide attempt near campus yesterday night and it ended without a body bag but I was kind of hoping for it to because I do not believe in domestic violence and any prick who think he can hit a women deserves to die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I found 50 cents in my pocket and I yelled success. It was so marry. I thought of something else that was kind of funny but after writing that morbid comedy up there, I forgot it. Maybe it will come back to me as I rant about how I forgot it. ....... NOPE. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I have a Racquetball match this Friday at 1:30 in the RCC. So if you would like to watch and cheer me on, that would be greatly appreciated. I heard a saying the other day that went a little like this, "Throw the baby out with the bathwater". I was shocked that I thought it was so amusing. I still do. The other one was: Apathy, laid back to the max. Sounds exhausting and not very apathetic but whatever gets your motor turnin and your boat rockin, is fine with me. I will think of more when I draw on some picture and make some other stuff happen. LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-7085750108828520228?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7085750108828520228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/02/img00011-20110209-2228jpg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7085750108828520228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7085750108828520228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/02/img00011-20110209-2228jpg.html' title='SO....'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DLB1XCmuPuo/TVwyVKQLgnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6DGC31B9eX8/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAwMTEtMjAxMTAyMDktMjIyOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-727267' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-466601766630544009</id><published>2011-01-17T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:49:08.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Starts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TTUY48coOWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uzVLanswL3c/s1600/insides.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sitting here in my new chair. School starts in  t-minus something hours and some change, and I am excited. I would and could be more joyful but my stomach and other innards are raging against some type of machine. I drew a picture for you of what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TTUY48coOWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uzVLanswL3c/s1600/insides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TTUY48coOWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uzVLanswL3c/s400/insides.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563380281264060770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is. I went to the Outlet Mall in Round Rock and then visited IKEA. Jacob, Jordan and Evan joined me. It was successful. Got chair, bitchin curtains, doo-doo brown pants, regular pants, black and yellow socks (Wiz Kalifa?) and some mass X gravity training gloves (weight). I am waiting for a hella lot of packages to come in. More clothes and a mattress topper. Sleep like a baby? I think so. Wait, does sleeping like a baby mean  you wake up at odd hours crying for some tits? That doesn't make sense when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not even printed out where I need to go for my classes. I shall do that or something sometime in the next 10 minutes. Can somebody stab me in the back so it can actually have a reason to inflict pain upon me. Yeah, I think I am spent, Ultimate was amazing, took a lot, I gave a lot, even exchange I would say. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-466601766630544009?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/466601766630544009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-sitting-here-in-my-new-chair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/466601766630544009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/466601766630544009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-sitting-here-in-my-new-chair.html' title='It Starts'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TTUY48coOWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uzVLanswL3c/s72-c/insides.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-2342386320103790823</id><published>2011-01-06T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:10:00.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Well. We Meet Again</title><content type='html'>I feel so weird writing this entry on my computer. I have been doing it from my phone that this change of scenery is causing me to shiver. No, that can't be. OH, I know why, IT IS DAMN COLD. 9℃, and all I am wearing is a t-shirt and some shorts, AND THAT IS ALL. *WINK WINK* I feel like those are some angry winks or something. Like their sole purpose is to inform you that this is a wink that shall not fall on blind eyes. Something so obvious that if you miss it, it was probably because you were looking for it, and even then you would see it. So if you don't see it then I just don't know. I feel like you should make a deal with the devil and just fault on the deal and hand over your soul because you don't deserve it. Sorry, that was harsh. I apologize to your eyes for reading that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I missed Wipeout today and hopefully it will come on Hulu, I shall be quite sad if it does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you about the veins. Alright, so I have this moderately bearable fear of veins. And it is not the vein itself, but what can happen to it. I do not like veins that pop out. I mean I like them in moderation but if they do one thing wrong and become too much, I have to look away. But the main problem is that someone can sever them. Most of the time I imagine somebody pinching the vein and lifting it up from its semi-protection of the body and plunging scissors into the skin, isolating the vulnerable vein in the middle of the slicing blades and then somebody closing the gap between the handles. Blood gushing everywhere, vein retreating into the body never being able to be closed. Death. That is one of my two biggest fears. The other is prostate cancer. I have been loving myself to make sure that the risk of the second is minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I do not know if I said this but Easy A is an amazing movie. Freakin' funny as fuck. With that, I made 3 resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Deviate from the plan&lt;br /&gt;2. Become healthier (not be skinny but make healthier decisions)&lt;br /&gt;3. Minimize inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can do these and I will become a better person. Oh and I am letting my facial hair grow. Not to unmanageable proportions but to where I can encourage a small patch of skin to become self conscience about its surroundings and grow hair. I found out that you can exercise your penis. I was stunned. I was like 'wha?!?' I didn't know that it was a muscle, and apparently it is. I got some Barnes and Noble gift cards and so I bought a book about it. I am weird. Did you know I can speak Braille? Here is my name:  ⠓⠁⠍ &lt;br /&gt;Awesome right? I also got some yoga stuff because I decided I should do it to become more flexible for Ultimate and because doing it was almost like a cure. I have mid-lower back problems from an injury in highschool. When I was doing yoga in Theater class it actually helped. I didn't have one problem that whole year. I have been spending a lot of money lately, cash though. Something, I am not used it. I usually keep it almost entirely digital, but I guess it is a change and I am accomplishing my first resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wonder if I will find love or if I will be single all my life. Sometimes I make up situations in my head about events that would never happen and try to make them emotional as can be using different techniques. I believe that if I were to write a chick flick, it would be the highest grossing film and would make you cry like the people were of your closest relationship. I think I can write dramas better than my favorite genre, horror, but that is the thing about being a Pisces. You love one thing and are horrible at it but you don't have a passion for another but you are excellent at it. Contradictions. Starbursts should just base their commercials off of me. I was supposed to read but I have not. I will finish this book. I have to. I rented other books from the public library and they are about mythology. And that one I really want to read. I am a sucker for mythology. I know I have more important stuff to say. Oh yeah. I organized and cleaned my room and I have this awesome wire crate system happening in my closet, which I don't know if I mentioned it. I have been downsizing my room. I know I am going to have a blast when I have to move out. Crap it is cold. I guess I will just go to sleep. I have to arrange a situation. I am going to see how silver my tongue really is. Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-2342386320103790823?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/2342386320103790823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-well-we-meet-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2342386320103790823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2342386320103790823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-well-we-meet-again.html' title='Well Well. We Meet Again'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-5286657207920866993</id><published>2010-12-27T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:59:21.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TRmKyjP58AI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HDZmh4l2EDs/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxNTctMjAxMDEyMjYtMTQzMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-761893"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TRmKyjP58AI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HDZmh4l2EDs/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxNTctMjAxMDEyMjYtMTQzMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-761893"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555624216398262274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TRmKzKDSwOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QQWvtYcyM6w/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxNTktMjAxMDEyMjctMDAxMS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-763591"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TRmKzKDSwOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QQWvtYcyM6w/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxNTktMjAxMDEyMjctMDAxMS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-763591"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555624226814345442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here in bed finished with the day ready to retire to sleep time. &lt;p&gt;The picture of the bags are what I carried, by myself, in ONE trip, from my truck to my apartment. I thought it was funny because when I opened the door, without putting down a single bag, there was a card shoved betwixt the door and its frame for a moving company. I couldn&amp;#39;t help but think what an untapped resource I was for this company. &lt;p&gt;The other picture is of some tea I had at Teavana. It was the most delicious tea I have ever had. I nearly jizzed myself but stopped because I feared nobody would offer a face to clean it up with, ha, but mostly because I wanted to mate with this tea. I wanted to do things with this tea that could only be showed on the Discovery Channel that would be described as educational but it would show everything. This was a crazy day. &lt;p&gt;First my friend, Edgar, and I went to the mall for some after Christmas deals. I bought some awesome towels that don&amp;#39;t leave a shit load of fucking lint everywhere like my blue and orange ones do, for 20 buck. It was only three towels but they are soft and made by Martha Stewart. She is a homemaker, so I trust her with home stuff and caressing my body, just not with my money. Then an amazing idea erupted. Old Navy was in this mall. I have not been in old navy in, no joke, 5 years. So a trip was over due. I bought some black jeans, not grey but black jeans, for 15 bucks. Amazing deal. I also got 2 v-necks and a polo. Prior to Christmas I went to the Domain and Banana Republic had an awesome sale and I got some pants from them. Now flashforward and we are leaving the mall. Yearning. For some food because we have not eaten. Food consumed. Best Buy got visited too. Then while on. The way back to Edgar&amp;#39;s house something happened. &lt;p&gt;We can to a stop behind a white truck at a stop light. We were talking about a comment that his mother made and how funny it was. He looks in his mirror, &amp;quot;She&amp;#39;s gonna hit me, she&amp;#39;s gonna hit me&amp;quot;. I was confused. I had no idea what he was talking about. Then I saw him lean forward a little bit as if to brace himself. Then it clicked, somebody was going to hit him from the back, as that thought ended a lurch took me by surprise. We had been hit by some lady. Hard. We pulled into the parking lot next to us and got out to check the damage. I was beginning to have a slight headache but nothing big. We walked to the back of the car and as if we had a force field, nothing happened to his car. Her&amp;#39;s. Was damaged in the front but nothing major. It was funny because I thought we were going to have to do the whole collision dance and get info and blah blah blah. But nope. I have only been in 1 other crash before that and that was way scarier because a lady ran a red light and slammed into our truck on the passenger side, where I was sitting.&lt;p&gt;So I am home like I said and I am in a sleeping bag that I got from Jordan&amp;#39;s closet. I forgot how much I love this thing. Like a new purchase. So warm I am. &lt;p&gt;I went to Target and got some cube organizers. And put some clothes in it from my closet and now my closet looks a lot neater. I bout 2 sets of 6 cubes. Idk if I want the other one because one set is amazingly spacious and sturdy and was more than I expected. I will still keep it because I can return it within 30 days. Or maybe it is 90, I will check that. I also ate pizza and watched I Survived for 4 hours. It was awesome. I downloaded more music and seriously need a new iPod and I want to buy a camera also. Shit so much to do. I want to go back to work. Something to do during the day. Anyways, I have to sleep so that I can wake up and go to target again so that I can get Resident Evil: Afterlife. I have a gift card to them that is why, plus they are the cheapest I have seen for that movie. More to come. I hope you liked my story telling abilities for this one. I took some tips from I Survived. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-5286657207920866993?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/5286657207920866993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/here-in-bed-finished-with-day-ready-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/5286657207920866993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/5286657207920866993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/here-in-bed-finished-with-day-ready-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TRmKyjP58AI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HDZmh4l2EDs/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxNTctMjAxMDEyMjYtMTQzMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-761893' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-7399785670722916244</id><published>2010-12-21T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T22:47:49.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TRGfFsyZsrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/w9cPK3uvcS4/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxNTUtMjAxMDEyMjItMDAxOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-769955"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TRGfFsyZsrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/w9cPK3uvcS4/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxNTUtMjAxMDEyMjItMDAxOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-769955"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553394735795253938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was pondering this. A question so deep the greatest philosophers of all time would scratch their heads and declare &amp;#39;I-de-kay&amp;#39;. How is this balloon still afloat? This balloon bought. Probably a month ago. It is going strong and I put everything I got into it. I hope it stays right side up forever. Nobody likes to see things fail. &lt;p&gt;I did not finish my marathon. I was too tired and I had two more episodes left but I need to save them. I stop going to work for the year today. I am excited and disappointed. I am going to make sure I use the RCC like no other today. &lt;p&gt;I scared myself yesterday. Blackberry is an amazing innovator and so is Apple. What makes BB a cool product is that they have cases for the phone that can automatically turn them off and on. When put in the case the phone sleeps and when taken out, the phone wakes up. They do this with the use of magnets and wiring. Apple has some amazing products but this is particularly towards their Macbook Pros. The look is clean and stylish. The screen closes and sleeps the computer, and when opened, the computer awakes. They do this with magnets also. So while texting Courtney and watching I Survived,I set my phone down on my computer to wait for a response. The computer shuts off. I panic the instant it happens. The light indicating it is on is stuck in an illumination state. Pushing on the keyboard and trackpad do nothing. I start to have anxiety. My computer is broken. I somehow messed it up by neglecting it somehow. Then I move my phone out of the way so that I can take a closer look at my computer. It miraculously turns back on. Puzzled, I start to click gears and cogs together. Start to turn a cause-and-effect statement out of my head. Start to realize. My phone has a magnet. My computer has a magnet. They must have sensed each other and done what they were designed to do. My phone turned my computer off. I test my hypothesis and surely, I am correct. What I learned was where not to place my phone on my computer. &lt;p&gt;I have a lot of stuff to do today and I need to get a head start by sleeping. I doubt that will come as swiftly as I would like it seeing as I ate an ass load of cookies nearly 20 minutes ago. I can still try though. I will talk about veins later. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-7399785670722916244?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7399785670722916244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7399785670722916244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7399785670722916244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TRGfFsyZsrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/w9cPK3uvcS4/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxNTUtMjAxMDEyMjItMDAxOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-769955' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-2047101452439983488</id><published>2010-12-20T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:53:05.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>I would just like to say that Brittany Reilly from the Kashi Go Lean Crunch is hot. Now on to bigger things. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am currently watching I Survived, and man this show is crazy. I cannot believe the kinds of situations people are put in. It is heart wrenching and intense. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I recently discovered that the RCC has a locker room for regular people. People not on athletic teams. So I worked out and then showered at the RCC and then went to work so I spent 6 hours at the RCC and it was ok. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;While reading The Slide I recorded this woman on the treadmill. She was working it on the treadmill. She walked as though she was being recorded. You can check out the video on my Youtube channel. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I took a shower today and I combined my body wash and a little bit of Jordan&amp;#39;s and it was amazing. My skin was so soft, like butter on a baby&amp;#39;s ass. I have to tell Jordan how good it was later on today. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I forgot to get the paper I need for Andy but that is something I will for sure get today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss everybody. I need communication. I am going to go to sleep. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-2047101452439983488?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/2047101452439983488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2047101452439983488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2047101452439983488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-974143468749267120</id><published>2010-12-19T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:37:53.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQ75wgtib-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/62-bA30OIZE/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxNDktMjAxMDEyMTktMjM0OC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-773414"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQ75wgtib-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/62-bA30OIZE/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxNDktMjAxMDEyMTktMjM0OC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-773414"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552650002404372450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I changed my room and it feels good. It also feels like I have more room. Did I mention it feels good? Anyways, I also watched a little bit of House Of Wax and I was pondering if wax is a good insulator. I thought of this because my friend, Ashley, is insulating her living room. I think somebody should try and tell me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have decided to read a book over the break. I am going to finish the one I started in summer and then I am going to start a new one. I think it will be Lost World but it also could be The Art Of War. Whatever I decide I will read. So wake up, eat, work out, shower, work (read during), eat, waste time, sleep. Repeat til Christmas and continue after til school starts. I miss people. Friends, teachers and other adults and the lovely game of Ultimate. Everybody needs to hurry up and get back so that I can play Ultimate. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have gained a couple but I am going to lose a couple. I have been hovering around 77.11 kilograms and I am going to reduce that or at least increase it with muscle. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know this is random but I have discovered one of my testicles to be of less volume than the other. Not by much but I noticed it and I cannot believe that I have never noticed before. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have had this wicked headache today and it will not retreat. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everybody should check out an artist named Diplo. I known about him since last year but I went back to check up on his music progress and he has some good stuff. I downloaded 2 of his albums and I also downloaded 3 others. - am just banking on the music. And I found a classical album on iTunes that is 315 songs for 10 bucks. That is a damn good deal. I will acquire this with my currency soon. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I cleaned up a little bit around the apartment and I also cleaned up a little bit in everybody&amp;#39;s rooms. Yeah that bored that I cleaned somebody else&amp;#39;s room. Time to go to bed. Another morning and its wood is awaiting me. Maybe that&amp;#39;s why I am not a stomach sleeper. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-974143468749267120?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/974143468749267120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/974143468749267120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/974143468749267120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQ75wgtib-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/62-bA30OIZE/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxNDktMjAxMDEyMTktMjM0OC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-773414' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-3424162758459622534</id><published>2010-12-19T01:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:25:13.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Them Out To Dry</title><content type='html'>So ever since I went home for the first time, it has gotten colder. I somehow knew that was going to happen but I still went anyway.  I think everytime I go home it symbolizes something bad or change or bad change. I honestly do not know but I usually get yelled at when I get back home. Grandmothers can be such douch&amp;#232; bags. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am also listening to a lot of techno all of the sudden. I like it and I downloaded so songs that are awesome. I am glad I have them. But I also have an iPod that does not know how to carry sufficient storage so I have to get a new one. I know I should have gotten a classic to begin with but I didn&amp;#39;t. Oh well. It is in the past and now I have to deal with it now. I will think of a solution. I always do. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know I have changed but family has a hard time with changes. It is sad that they can&amp;#39;t see that I am not the same but yet they still treat me the same. I am fighting a war with sticks and stones whilst my opponent has war heads and WMDs. I think a good time away from them will be good. I cannot wait till I go to California. I am going to buy my tickets next month and it shall be glorious. I need to start saving money now. 20 to 40 bucks each paycheck shall do. Alright, I am typing this in bed trying to stay warm. I have yet to turn on the heater and I know I made Jacob and Jordan, especially, proud. I know how to be a conservative and earth-friendly human being. Why can&amp;#39;t others see that we need to help undo what we have done? That is a whole different rant that can be saved for a different day. I am tired. Goodnight &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-3424162758459622534?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/3424162758459622534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/hanging-them-out-to-dry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3424162758459622534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3424162758459622534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/hanging-them-out-to-dry.html' title='Hanging Them Out To Dry'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-569126315085059632</id><published>2010-12-17T02:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T02:21:50.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQs5vhL8KaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LVYxVIhjtx8/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fam9yZGFubm90ZXMuanBn%253F%253D-710150"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQs5vhL8KaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LVYxVIhjtx8/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fam9yZGFubm90ZXMuanBn%253F%253D-710150"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551594454189353378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These are notes of the post-it flavor that my nigga Jordan left me. They are awesome. He hid them in random places and so when I least expect it, I got a 2 by 2 note of thoughts in my face. I appreciate it Jordan and I shall tell you that when I go get you from the airport. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went to go see Tron Legacy and I liked how in the beginning of the movie it even tells you that the majority of the movie was not in 3D. And believe me, don&amp;#39;t want your money by seeing it in 3D. See it in 2D and you will have more clarity and save some money. I have to admit it, the advertisements before the feature presentation had more 3D moments than the whole movie. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am lonely over here in the apartment but I am holding up better than I expected. I do feel sorry for the people who live alone because that must be hard. I am also really sleepy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I talked to Courtney more than throughout the semester. It is a date we have that makes me want to go visit California faster. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I did not get the RA position but I am still going on being my normal self. I don&amp;#39;t know why they did not pick me but I know it is their loss. Time to move on. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have decided that I would like to take a road trip when I am in California. Travel south and visit family and do more stuff in the south. I hope this plan comes through and I hope Jordan can come also. And if this plan does find its way on the itinerary then I will have to buy my roundtrip tickets farther apart. I think we should go visit Jacob also. I mean might as well. I am just so excited for this Spring semester. I shall finally graduate to 20 years of existing. What a accomplishment. Well time to hit the hay. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-569126315085059632?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/569126315085059632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/awesome-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/569126315085059632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/569126315085059632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/awesome-for-me.html' title='Awesome For Me'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQs5vhL8KaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LVYxVIhjtx8/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fam9yZGFubm90ZXMuanBn%253F%253D-710150' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-3140680454775305938</id><published>2010-12-15T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:52:15.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQlUsKT6GVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sH0IgKusRpk/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxNDQtMjAxMDEyMTUtMTczMS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-735851"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQlUsKT6GVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sH0IgKusRpk/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxNDQtMjAxMDEyMTUtMTczMS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-735851"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551061133369678162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I played Kinect too long and I froze like this. I think I might need a chiropractor. All in good fun though. I do like some of the games it has. An actual post will come up tonight or early morning tomorrow. I promise. Instead of picture and bullshit sayings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-3140680454775305938?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/3140680454775305938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/freeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3140680454775305938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3140680454775305938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/freeze.html' title='Freeze'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQlUsKT6GVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sH0IgKusRpk/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxNDQtMjAxMDEyMTUtMTczMS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-735851' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-132142672060021247</id><published>2010-12-15T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:44:05.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQlSxnVBoGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FsJQTCCxKcA/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxMjgtMjAxMDEwMjMtMjIzMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-745013"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQlSxnVBoGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FsJQTCCxKcA/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxMjgtMjAxMDEwMjMtMjIzMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-745013"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551059028035084386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is from Jacob&amp;#39;s birthday dinner. He had to look like a bird, hence the funnel cups for the beak and to-go boxes for wings. (That&amp;#39;s to flap, just in case you did not know)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-132142672060021247?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/132142672060021247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/132142672060021247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/132142672060021247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/continued.html' title='Continued'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQlSxnVBoGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FsJQTCCxKcA/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxMjgtMjAxMDEwMjMtMjIzMC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-745013' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-4282868678355732038</id><published>2010-12-15T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:40:52.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQlSBUYQONI/AAAAAAAAAFs/neXAE0nIncU/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxMzItMjAxMDExMjItMTUxMi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-752140"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQlSBUYQONI/AAAAAAAAAFs/neXAE0nIncU/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxMzItMjAxMDExMjItMTUxMi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-752140"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551058198314629330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have some photographs that I need to get off my phone. So I will just leave them here. Here is an image of an imprint a bird made after hitting the window. I thought they only did that I cartoons. It seems that I have been mistaken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-4282868678355732038?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/4282868678355732038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4282868678355732038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4282868678355732038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TQlSBUYQONI/AAAAAAAAAFs/neXAE0nIncU/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDAxMzItMjAxMDExMjItMTUxMi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-752140' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-4341639051266021939</id><published>2010-12-02T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:07:38.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog From Ze Phone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TPiJKy3SDVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/s5a2sJBdqDU/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc3BlYWtlcnMuanBn%253F%253D-758635"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TPiJKy3SDVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/s5a2sJBdqDU/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc3BlYWtlcnMuanBn%253F%253D-758635"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546333759652105554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I felt like it should happen. I have tje technology and now I am going to use it. So my speakers finally came. And by came I mean I had to go get them because St. Edward&amp;#39;s does not allow deliveries to the apartment after 5 and the drivers are not allowed to knock on the doors for some reason. Yeah, I don&amp;#39;t know either. I call dumb rule but alright. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I forgot about the Lily Allen song &amp;quot;Not Fair&amp;quot;. It is so funny and amazing. I have decided to become as selfish as that song. Who says you cannot change your personalty? People who haven&amp;#39;t tried, that&amp;#39;s who.&lt;br&gt; Also I farted. Just a minute ago. And it makes it better because I am in bed and my fart flapped my sack. Weird feeling but I thought it was funny. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am going to interview to become an RA on Tuesday at 6:15. I am excited but I don&amp;#39;t want to move out. Firstly, I do not want to move all my stuff. And secondly, I am going to be leaving my family. Evan, Jacob and Jordan are going to miss me, I cannot let their hearts break. Ha. No just joshing. I will miss them dearly. Even with changing personalities and what not that is something I cannot change. I always become attached to people. I am just an independent people person. Sooner or later I know we will have to part but now is not the time. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Waiting for my bike to come. I bought one this week. A very good bike, as reviews have said. I am excited to get physical. This shall continue on the morrow (later on today). Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-4341639051266021939?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/4341639051266021939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-from-ze-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4341639051266021939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4341639051266021939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-from-ze-phone.html' title='A Blog From Ze Phone.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TPiJKy3SDVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/s5a2sJBdqDU/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc3BlYWtlcnMuanBn%253F%253D-758635' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-3547276353074039066</id><published>2010-11-18T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:37:12.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery Channel</title><content type='html'>So I am watching Discovery Channel, and it is about someone who is trying to kill his wife from behind bars. Holy shit, this is so crazy. I want to hurry and end this shift I have so that I may get to showering. Actually, I just want to masturbate. Anyways, I noticed that my favorite belt is too big for me now. I must make another hole in the belt on the inside. I think I am doing good. I am now at 175, which is amazing. I came from 210lbs this semester. I plan on continuing this good habit I developed. I need to start working on cardio and muscles. Basically everything. But mainly cardio because I would like to do good in Ultimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the apartment is crumbling. There is less communication than there was. I feel like it is just 4 people living together and not 4 friends. Maybe I am just looking at it in a different light. It wouldn't be the first. I will somehow try to stop this. I shall make food for everybody tomorrow. I feel like that should help. I am disappointed in the fact that my advice or comments fall on deaf ears. Less appreciated. But I am strong and I know that that is not the case. And even if that is, I know how to deal with it. I came from a family that hardly paid attention to me and still doesn't, unless there is a problem. I am more independent that I could even imagine and sometimes I surprise myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a 62 on my Economics test.....again. I hate that class so bad. Everything just flies over my head. It is nothing but theories and no hardcore facts and figures. All just depends. It is so hard to grasp my head around that but I will still try as hard as I can on this last test. I need, no fuck that, I NEEEEEEEED to pass this class. It will hold me back if I do not. I know I can do it. I know I can. This semester is so crappy. Hopefully next semester will be better. I am taking Operations Management, and I heard that it is another math course basically and I am so excited. I think I should be a math teacher. I have always loved math and will always love math. I mean shit, it makes life so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to ask somebody out but I am scared of their response. I will ask anyway, because if I am not living with my heart on my sleeves there is no reason to even be human and no reason to exist. I sometimes wish people could be more accepting of the feelings they have and to be more mature. I know it is a lot to ask for but I mean hey, It will help everybody if one were better in tuned with emotions and verbal communication. Still looking for that someone I guess, maybe I should stop looking because everything seems to find you when you are not looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hockey game I went to was good. A fucking FCA member was cockblocking the whole time. Damnit. I know you can want any poonani till you are married but that doesn't mean I want to wait with you. SHIT. I mean can't you let a nigga get his dick wet. Hahahahhaahhahahahaha. OH man I is trill. No but true story. I think I should be the sequel to Hyperbole and a Half. I say that sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall talk to you later when I have more time. I am at work also and it is fucking cold outside. I saw my breath, so that means that it is WINTER officially. HELL YES. Alright later niggas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-3547276353074039066?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/3547276353074039066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/11/discovery-channel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3547276353074039066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3547276353074039066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/11/discovery-channel.html' title='Discovery Channel'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-7715560516407583004</id><published>2010-11-16T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:14:22.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the New Posts</title><content type='html'>So I am sitting here at Ragsdale doing nothing but writing and waiting for the damn Hockey excursion to hurry and take place. I am excited to be going, even though none of my friends are going. I feel like that is an accomplishment, I am being more independent and I did not even think about not going for that reason. I thought about it because I have a test and 2 presentations due tomorrow, but I decided that I should have some me time. Although there has been a lot of that lately. I completed my &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=20+in+4"&gt;20 in 4 challenge&lt;/a&gt; and it was intense. Also I have been more selfish, which is not a good thing but I am forced to do so because nobody else knows the amount of energy I put into something for everybody to only get a 'thanks'. I do appreciate when you appreciate but I would also like some action. I know actions speak louder than words and it goes a long way with me. I would also like it for next semester to hurry da fuck up and get here because I do not want to be in these damn classes anymore it is just wasting my time when all I do is learn nothing in the class that I am supposed to be learning something in. Anyways, I have taken up another interest in life and she has a name that begins with the letter R. I want to pursue and make something happen with it because I know there is a connection. Failblog.org is the best site. I visit  it all the time. There is some days where I do not go to it because I like finding new things posted. I need to go and actually check it out right now because I am craving for it. See you later fools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-7715560516407583004?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7715560516407583004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-of-new-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7715560516407583004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7715560516407583004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-of-new-posts.html' title='One of the New Posts'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-4360046286977188270</id><published>2010-11-15T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:07:10.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Some time has passed since I have written but I assure you I will write as soon as I have more time to write. 18 hours is such a workload and I have not been up to my game this semester so next semester, with another 18 hour workload, I will manage better. I shall let you know what is happening soon. I shall keep a running list of what is going on so I can have an extra long blog that shall need to be split up like the Harry Potter movie. Later people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-4360046286977188270?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/4360046286977188270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/11/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4360046286977188270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4360046286977188270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/11/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-7711566797276661690</id><published>2010-10-11T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:34:53.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony and Fate Go Hand-IN-Hand</title><content type='html'>The title has nothing to do with what I am about to say but I did not know what else to put. Anyways, the other day I was sitting at my computer, after taking a shower, quickly checking my Facebook when Evan walked in. I would first like to say that when I am about to go to sleep I put chonies on and have an undershirt and v neck, that is all. I was lazy to get fully dressed, so I put on the undershirt and half way put on the boxers and just sat at the computer. So boxers down, Evan opens my door and walks in to me sitting dick out typing on the computer with Facebook up. To him it looked like I was going to jack-off, but really it was not that. I was just lazy. The funny thing about it was that I talked to him and he talked back to me as if nothing was out of the ordinary. But kudos to him for taking the movie I rented for the both of us back. I also was taking a shower another day, I take more than one shower a week just so that you know, I was drying off when Jacob opened the door and just stayed there with the door open. I asked what he wanted and nothing. It was weird. This is not to make him sound like a creep, but it was just weird. But whatever, it was something to tell the blog. Anyways, moral of the story is don't count your chickens before they hatch. We also lost our first volleyball match. It was hard on the team. But I mean when I speak about something, I am not just saying it because I like to practice the use of the English language. I expect it to be heard, I expect it to be listened to, and I expect it to be recognized. It only  hurts everybody else when one does not listen. I exchanged some messages and I believe we will come back even stronger than ever. We have to have bad to know what is good. I am confused about what I want in life at the moment. I would like a relationship and I have heard that almost always the girl is waiting for the guy to make the first move. I do not like that idea, but I guess I will have to make the exception and go for it. The one problem is that there are a couple of ladies that have caught my eye. Do I make the first move on all of them and hope for at least one? But what happens when more than one says yes? I do not want to become that douchebag that plays girls. That is not the thing I am going for nor will it ever be the thing I am going for. I am just so confused. And what started this thinking process was the season finale of The Hard Times of RJ Berger. I literally did not know what to think. It was a shock to me. So many emotions rushed at me all at once that I sat there with my hands over my mouth. Then I started to cycle through the emotions one by one. It was, I must say, a hot mess. I do like knowing that I can feel though. I am not afraid to show what I feel, and I just need to work on expressing it to others in a way that has no bias. I have been listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqSYeRBW8GM"&gt;The Backin Up Song&lt;/a&gt; like it was my job. It is just a funny song that makes me want to sing it. I feel like I am not doing my best with these posts. I am not adding as much content like I want to. I shall fix that. I am also biting off more than I can chew but I am going to man up and mow this shit down. How are you going to become better at something when you do not challenge yourself? I would like to tell everybody that the Tosh Tour was awesome and funny as fuck. You need to see it. I still have not figured out what I am going to get Jacob for his birthday. I have got Jordan's and that is done (Tosh Tickets) but Jacob is a tough cookie to know. Time to sit down in the thinking chair and think. Think. Thiiiiiiiiiiiink. Because when I use my mind and take a step at a time. I can do anything.......that I want to do. I need to practice spiking. Happy note is that I would like to learn the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9MszVE7aR4"&gt;Around the World&lt;/a&gt; dance. Anybody want to flash dance? That shit would be awesome. Time to depart. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-7711566797276661690?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7711566797276661690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/10/irony-and-fate-go-hand-in-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7711566797276661690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7711566797276661690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/10/irony-and-fate-go-hand-in-hand.html' title='Irony and Fate Go Hand-IN-Hand'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-3473151850460527982</id><published>2010-10-02T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:24:11.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Jean Grey Powers</title><content type='html'>So I have not written in this like I said I would and so I ask of you to forgive me. Anyways, change of subject, Tomorrow will be our first game in Intramural Volleyball. I know we have the ingredients to win but let us see how we put them together. Oh and I have been keeping real good track of my expenses. I am doing them in preparation of my life. I am going to be an accountant so might as well start early. I GOT MYSELF A COLMUNAR PAD and I have been recording my deposits and purchases. I am not getting the same thing the bank is giving me but I have a purchase that they do not. I do not know why but I do. So hopefully they just look over that and totally forget that. I am also getting really tired easily. Maybe it is just today seeing as I was drinking last night. I think so. Next topic, I took Jordan to go see Daniel Tosh for his birthday. It was an early birthday present and I actually do not care if he liked it because I fucking loved it. But I know he liked it also so that makes me like it even more. Just knowing I did something cool for somebody else makes me feel good. It is great timing because I have been in a funk these last couple of days. I am also listening to cues and they make me happy but you know what doesn't? Don't answer, rhetorical question, it is HOMEWORK. I have a lot, no, an amount that would be less if I were not procrastinating. I am just going to admit it right now. I am not as organized and neat like I want to be. I try, and I think I am doing really well for trying. So suck on that AMERICA. I have been peeing a shit ton (awesome diction, right?) and it feels weird. Now I know what my grandma feels like when she gets up in the middle of the night to pee. Oh how I learn so quickly. But anyways, I would love to stay and chat a little more but. OH shit wait. I totally am learning Italian. And I am doing it through Rosetta Stone and Mango. It is so cool. I cannot wait to be proficient in multiple languages. I really do want to learn like 3 languages other than English and probably it is going to be more. I also heard some Arabic superstitions. Apparently it is bad luck for a shoe to have its sole pointing towards the ground (upside-down). And if a girl passes over somebody else like crawls over them, while she is on her period, then it will stunt your growth. Oh and some colloquialisms too. One is "I hope your vagina eats you" and "shit on you". Funny. Anyways, gots to pee. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-3473151850460527982?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/3473151850460527982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-jean-grey-powers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3473151850460527982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3473151850460527982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-jean-grey-powers.html' title='I Have Jean Grey Powers'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-8144502644009363473</id><published>2010-09-20T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:33:25.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pinky Promise.</title><content type='html'>I have not updated this thing in such a long time that I feel like I am making you disappointed. Well I do not like that. I do not like that at all. I am going to change my ways and at least update once a week. It is probably going to be on Sundays. Speaking about Sundays, We (meaning Evan, Chloe, Jordan, Chanel, Karla, Elyse and I) start playing our volleyball season this Sunday. I am excited. I have asked for help from multiple St. Edward's volleyball players and have yet to receive their services. Maybe it is because they are safe guarded secrets, or maybe because they think I am creepy. I do not know but I would like to believe that it is the first. I do not know if we are ready for it. I think we are but with that change of court, anything can happen. I know for sure, I need to work on my serves. Anyways, I have visited Jardin a couple of times at work and she is really starting to show her true colors to me and I like it. I also had a heart-to-heart with Celeste and it was great. I do believe we are closer now. I also have been seeing Magie a lot, more than usual but I am not complaining. There is so much school stuff to do that I do feel overwhelmed sometimes. But I put myself in this mess and I am going to get myself out. I feel like this is not going to be my best semester academically but it is going to be the one that I have done the most...so far. I really want for Courtney to come visit during the month of March because it is going to be my birthday and it is going to be Spring Break for her and me as well. Something that I am pursuing but failing miserably at is love. I want to find that right person but I cannot find the one that wants me also. Maybe I am putting too much thought into it but sometimes I do not feel loved. Sometimes I do sit and think about the event that I might not meet that someone and I will be lonely forever. A perpetual virgin. I am not going to lie, but I do sometimes get teary eyed thinking about this. I will admit that, but I know that I have friends that will support me and that one day I might meet that person. I am just so tired of waiting and pursuing only to come up on a cold trail. So how about I make this a personal invitation, If you like me, tell me straight to my face. I am not good with hints if they include me in the equation. I can tell if it is for other people, but not for me. So, more than physically,  this semester has been emotionally draining. Enough about my feelings, which should be important to you. Damn how is this post the most dramatic shit ever. I have not posted anything in a while and when I do it is some sort of pity-party-debbie-downer shit. Oh god. Oh well. So like I said somewhere before, Life will find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took that from Jurassic Park because I fuckin' love that movie. I have also listened to Natasha Beddingfield's Touch a lot and it gives me goosebumps everytime because of the way everything is connected. Eerie but awesome. How about I make the next post less sad whilst entertaining you with some hilarious moment in life that I have experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see you later. I pinky promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-8144502644009363473?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/8144502644009363473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-pinky-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/8144502644009363473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/8144502644009363473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-pinky-promise.html' title='I Pinky Promise.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-8186067127108568948</id><published>2010-08-29T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T09:03:46.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is That Time Of Year Again</title><content type='html'>School has started and I already had a project and quiz and goo gobs of reading to do. Da Fuck is up with that? I don't know. Maybe it is because a smart guy decided to take 18 hours. I am going to be drained. I also moved in, ya know, I realized my brain most of the time does not work in sequential order and it confuses people. So if you if you sometimes do not understand then I really don't care. These entries are the ramblings of my brain and they will be however they please. Next topic.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, went to a Round Rock Express game on Tuesday or something like that and got so many coupons to Taco Bueno and other coupons to other places. So random but hey, that is some free food and I am always thankful for that. I am also waiting for a refund check so that I can pay some bills and save some for the future bills. My check from My Generation has still not come in yet and it is pissing me off because this shit was done 5 days shy of a month ago. So fuck a nigga named EMS payroll. Oh and with that refund check, I am going to buy some shoes and possibly a Fleshlight. Sounds reasonable. Oh shit. I forgot about this drunk lady at the RRE game.&lt;br /&gt;So, Evan, Jordan and I were sitting in the grassy knoll by the right fielder. Above us was a side walk and then a pool with some tables and that is where she was. She was sitting there all angel like not really but I just describe that way because she made my night, no lie. Anyways, her way of working was just to yell at the right fielder but by calling them by their number. So RRE RF's number was 25 the opposing Redhawks was 24. RRE was on the field and so she yelled, "Twenty, five. HEY NUMBER TWENTY FIVE. Hey twenty five." He was not looking up because he thought it was a trap. I don't know for sure but that is what I would think if I was in his place. "TWENTY FIVE". No answer. Then 3 outs and the other team is out on the field. Here comes 24. "HEY NUMBER TWENTY FOUR. Twenty FOUR. HEY TWENTY FOUR." He was not as smart and so he looked slightly back. "HEY TWENTY FOUR.....YOU SUCK!" Then he fully turned back and just waved it off with the same reaction that one would do if some one was waving 'hello' to them. A man sitting next to the angel chimed in, " YEAH LOOK UP HERE. YOU SUCK." Then the angel, "TWENTY FOUR. Hey twenty four." The man has learned his lesson and he did not look or even glance back again. Then silence for about 5 mins. "VEINTE CUATRO!" Oh shit that made me laugh so hard. I don't know what was going through her head but it was probably something like this: Let me see, he now is not going to respond to anything I am saying to him in English. OH. Let me see if by me yelling out in Spanish he will not recognize that it is me and he will turn around and I can verbally rape him again. I believe that was her thinking. OOOOOOORRRRRR. It probably was not and it was the beer talking. Either way I was laughing for 2 minutes straight because of that. Thank you random drunk angel. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I finally got Rosetta Stone for Spanish and Italian and I am so excited. Like so excited I have not even started it. OH YEAH. I have homework to be doing and I need to contact these St. Edward's niggas about the on campus jobs because I applied and I have work study and I need this shit. NO JOKE. If they want me to die then they should go ahead and just shoot me. Did you know that a recurring nightmare I have had is about some random thug or somebody who has a gun and is shooting at me and is never running out of bullets. For some reason, a gun is scarier to me than a knife. I have said more than enough to keep you busy for 2 or 3 minutes so I shall leave you with a sense that I can see what you are doing at all times. I have ESP I think and it is really acting up ever since I got back on campus. Maybe a sign of something to come. I don't know. Maybe I should ask That's So Raven for some guidance. Alright, Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And RESIDENT EVIL: AFTERLIFE IS COMING OUT SOON. I JUST WANT TO BLOW A LOAD RIGHT NOW BY JUST TALKING ABOUT IT. UH, DONE......LATER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-8186067127108568948?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/8186067127108568948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-that-time-of-year-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/8186067127108568948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/8186067127108568948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It Is That Time Of Year Again'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-1131339112743832665</id><published>2010-08-22T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T09:31:05.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>It starts in a while. And by while, I mean that it starts 11 hours and 39 mins from now. I am excited and I like my room that I have with all my furniture and shit that happened to find its way here. On the other hand, I am seeing a significant amount of shrinkage in sperm count. No, but on a serious note, I gave Jordan his ticket to Daniel Tosh and I am guessing he is psyched about it because he looked like it I think. It could have been the ticket or maybe a mild case of tapeworms. I don't know, I am  not a doctor but all in all I hope he like his birthday present. Now I have to find one for Jacob. Turns out he already pre-ordered Halo Reach and that is exactly what I was going to get him so that he did not have to pay for it. But oh well, I have to look for something else then. I do not know what but I will find the answer sometime before we have to do anything for his birthday. NOW on to what happens in life.&lt;br /&gt;Went to a "get together" last night and it was nice seeing old friends and making a new one that was totally wasted but you know what fuck it. I will tell you this later because I am listening to a song that needs my full attention. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-1131339112743832665?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/1131339112743832665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/08/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/1131339112743832665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/1131339112743832665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/08/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-377257895744146020</id><published>2010-08-05T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T20:06:25.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something You Want To Hear</title><content type='html'>So I have been looking around for some furniture and I still need a table and a plethora of other items but small steps. I also got most of my books and I am proud of that because I save like a gagillion dollars. Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.campusbookrentals.com"&gt;Campusbookrentals.com&lt;/a&gt; (shameless promotion). I have also worked on My Generation for a little bit but my damn paycheck still has not come in and it is getting on my nerves because I need that piece of shit now. I took pictures of random shit and I totally forgot to post them. Oh well, go to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/SamuelJGonzales"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and see them. &lt;a href="http://www.vapur.us"&gt;Vapur&lt;/a&gt;, I am going to review you. Don't fret. I am just going to get a good 2 weeks in of use before I make a good verdict. I have also done some other stuff that I can't remember. I realize how vague this is and frankly, I don't give a fuck. Tomorrow I am going to apply for a job at school for work study and they better give me that shit because I need it. I can't get by on my good looks alone. My hair is short now and I like it, especially since it is fucking 239048273498 degrees outside. And waiting for time to pass by is exhausting. Craigslist people need to hurry and e-mail faster. Get a smartphone and it is way easier. Steve is also helping me get furniture, and by furniture, I mean a bed. It is going to be a foam bed that I have always wanted and so a desk is needed and maybe drawers. I plan on just hanging everything up and throwing underwear and socks just in a crate or something somewhere. I ain't got to impress somebody with my room. Maybe I will make a dresser. What a cool summer project. Recycled. Anyways, back to more searching and begging for money. Can't stop a balla. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-377257895744146020?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/377257895744146020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-you-want-to-hear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/377257895744146020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/377257895744146020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-you-want-to-hear.html' title='Something You Want To Hear'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-8368804837840667830</id><published>2010-08-01T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T11:12:06.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn. Not in a While, Huh, Old Sport</title><content type='html'>Alright so I am here at Super Cuts and thought it would be the perfect time to go and write an entry. So let us start at last night. While pumping gas some homeless men, a smooth wise crackin&amp;#39; black man and an incoherent white high as a kite man, were talking some kind noise. Until I heard the black man the other that if he didn&amp;#39;t shut his mouth that he was going to get his ass beat. Huh? My ears perked up and started listening like it was my damn religion class. Intently they fought with black man words and the mumbles of a white man. I actually saw that these men were not going to fight. He was just giving him a very VERY hard time. It was Tough Love if you had to put a label on it. Got me thinking. Why do men hassle eachother so much. I mean it is fun sometimes but is it really that hard to confess feelings? And it is not just men but everybody. So lesson learned on this random excursion was that you don&amp;#39;t have to be act manly with feelings. Feelings are there because they are apart of you. Why waste time trying to hide them. Anyways, that is all that I have for this entry even though it sound like I was going to have more from the way I worded my first sentences. But hey another lesson for you. YOU use English, not English uses you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-8368804837840667830?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/8368804837840667830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/08/damn-not-in-while-huh-old-sport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/8368804837840667830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/8368804837840667830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/08/damn-not-in-while-huh-old-sport.html' title='Damn. Not in a While, Huh, Old Sport'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-3240997648820480218</id><published>2010-07-18T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:15:16.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha, Um About That</title><content type='html'>You know what is funny, ha, yeah, remember that time I said in my previous post that I would write more often. Ha, just kidding, I am such a silly billy. You fell for it. Anyways, I totally spent a hundred bucks on some shit that should be the an highlight of my life. Exciting on how vague but what-evs, you all up in my business and shit. Also, I saw a movie named Chloe. It was an intense sexual experience and damn is there titties just everywhere, which reminds me that I have to throw away the milk that expires today. Also, Julianne Moore needs to be my mother or some other kind of guardian, she is a really phenomenal actress. I am going to upload my stitch extraction later today. It didn't hurt but felt weird. I liked it. Maybe I should get more just to do that. Am I a masochist? Naw, just have a high pain tolerance that I want to exercise. I have been reading World War Z and it is an awesome book about zombies. It is a nice little heart racer. I am going to finish it later today. And then I am going to move on and read the other 9 books that I told myself that I would finish before school. I have to buy damn books for school and got no money to do so. So if you would like to donate I would more than likely accept. The least I can do is let you touch my dick. I mean I am generous and kind. Blah blah blah Go Girl Go Girl. Pitbull rules my iPod. When I have a child(s) I want them as quirky as me and I would not give a fuck if they were weird. I can see where my little sister gets it and where my little niece get it. Man, those kids are going to be the talk of the town and I am pretty sure they are going someplace in their life. So I think that is the caboose of my thought train for this early morning, so exit out of this window damnit. You are keeping me from reading my book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-3240997648820480218?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/3240997648820480218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/07/ha-um-about-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3240997648820480218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3240997648820480218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/07/ha-um-about-that.html' title='Ha, Um About That'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-6592281200197435302</id><published>2010-07-14T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:07:33.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Way Down</title><content type='html'>I have been falling off this blog thing for awhile now and I realized that I have to stop that now. Ready. Ok. It is done. Anyways, I have finished my book finally, THE RAW SHARK TEXTS and I could see it as a movie. Hey, maybe I can write the movie. Sometimes I wonder why Hollywood makes movies different than books. I mean sometimes the books do not translate well into movie but there is always a way. I got this shirt today and it is fucking awesome. It is just a light blue and grey button up but I like it. I am going to test my iMovie skills  today by making a movie for my brother about his trip. It should be good, I mean 'cause I made it, but other than that I am doing nothing but reading. Reading WORLD WAR Z to be exact. I have to also call my teachers to see if I even need books and hopefully all of them say, "Books are fucking stupid. Hell naw you don't need them. Now everybody give Sam a bj." Or something along those lines. And I have decided to do the PA thing because they asked for me. I feel special. I am going to do it Saturday, and it is all the way in Kingsland, Texas. Yeah I haven't heard it either. But oh well, I can have experience and shit, I am not going in my car so I get to take my mother's car. Suck it bitches. MUAHHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. Also, I have decided that I want a Colcasac. If you don't know what that is then google it, shit, what the fuck do you think I am, the internet? You can do shit yourself, I am not going to be your bitch. Sorry about that I decided to unleash some ghetto because I have nobody to unleash it on in my house. It builds up and I need to metaphorically masturbate my ghetto-ness out. And yes, I do masturbate. Anyways. See you later. I am going to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-6592281200197435302?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/6592281200197435302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/07/way-way-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/6592281200197435302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/6592281200197435302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/07/way-way-down.html' title='Way Way Down'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-463333440334206953</id><published>2010-07-11T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T13:22:42.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50% Off</title><content type='html'>So I have some codes for ZAGG that get you some awesome products with half the price. But that is not all that I am going to post about. My mother actually moved out of her house into a new house. It is a fucked up situation to begin with so here we go...(flashback ripples)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 4 years ago my mother's friend moved to Washington. She bought a house in Cedar Park 3 months prior to moving. Since she could not sell the house, she decided to let my mom take over payments and live there. Done deal. (flashforward ripples) Now, Mother's friend has taken a new job and that job has some perks attached to it but the only problem is that she won't be able to get these perks with 2 houses under her name. So she needed to find somebody to switch the houses name under. My mother was gladly going to take the house but Mother's friend's brother decided that he would like an extra house. Being a sneaky cunt that he is, swiped from right under her nose was the house. So now he owns the house and has the balls to kick a family out of it. What a dick. But never anger my mom because she is extremely passive aggressive. So by moving out promptly, into a newer,more spacious and awesomer home, she gets to not pay the mortgage on the house and so now before the guy even moves in he has to pay for a month's payment even when he is not living there. Well I guess that is what he gets. And she is closer and in Anderson Mill not fucking Cedar God Dam Park. Happy for her I am. Oh and I believe Karma is not everywhere but can only be in one place at one time. It is something that passes from person to person like a cold. Weird but that is what I think. I the PA thing is not happening and I got some new headphones from Skullcandy that were only 10 bucks when they should have been 30. It was cool. They know how to somewhat treat their customers. I have also been working on MQM2 and I saw these weird awesome movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first in Martyrs which is weird and scary in the beginning but in the middle and last part it just started to go down. The second was Inside. It was so fucking creepy that I was scared and I wanted to just cover my face. It was about a pregnant lady, so BAM, that makes it intense already. Then the lady is pursued by a crazy woman who wants her baby because she lost her's 4 months earlier. Just so much went on that it was just awesome. I know I want MQM2 to be at least half as creepy. I have also been waiting for my damn check that should have been here on last week but whatever. Come Monday I am calling to see where the fuck they be. My little sister is cute. She was singing Lady GaGa and Beyonce. On my YouTube now so go see it. I hope you are ready to get adorable to death. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-463333440334206953?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/463333440334206953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/07/50-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/463333440334206953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/463333440334206953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/07/50-off.html' title='50% Off'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-7816705915730823337</id><published>2010-07-03T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:52:13.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Taught You?</title><content type='html'>I slammed on some Golden Corale(Idk how to spell it) today and man I think I might be half Irish. 2 out of 2 plates that I consumed consisted of 2 rolls and a heaping helping of mashed potatoes. I am definitely half Irish but without the Irish curse (Urban dictionary it). I worked on MQM2 also. I think it is coming out good. Maybe I should become a writer? Maybe... I think the only reason I hate writing is because I never write about anything that really interests me to the core. I am creative, I should pursue the arts in some way. By the way, I just killed a roach and enjoyed every second of it. Does that make me a bad person? FUCK NO. I still have not heard back from C.W.G. program so hopefully I do. I hope I do. Maybe this week. That is a lot of 'maybe's in one post. On a side note, I wish I could bust-a-nut on command. I have a physical this Thursday, and when I have to drop my breeches and turn my head and cough, I want to splooge as soon as Doc starts groping and examining, just *Evan's Spiderman web shooting sound* him in the face. How funny would that be? I think I might pee myself if that happened, and that would help with cleaning the semen out of the urethra. That is why you urinate in not a constant flow sometimes, it is the semen or pre-cum and sometimes post-cum that is blocking the passage. Vampire Weekend is having me in daze.  They are such a good band. Tosh is coming to Austin also. I am waiting for some moolah to roll in so that I may buy tickets to see him. The PA thing, yeah, my worst fears have been done. I mean the best thing that I can do is just help when they need it, which is one day, but nonetheless, I could meet some cool people. It has been raining here in Austin for the past 4 days and it is awesome. I like water. That means I am complex. Pssh, I have more to say but I would bore you to sleep like a lullaby. But fuck it (hahhahahahahahhahahhahhahahahahha), I am going to finish 3 books before August. GOAL SET. (Match?) Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-7816705915730823337?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7816705915730823337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-taught-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7816705915730823337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7816705915730823337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-taught-you.html' title='Who Taught You?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-49931745743217956</id><published>2010-07-01T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:49:04.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures Like I Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TC03gHxsMkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QMI1ILBpEvE/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTYtMjAxMDA3MDEtMTkzMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-744566"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TC03gHxsMkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QMI1ILBpEvE/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTYtMjAxMDA3MDEtMTkzMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-744566"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489104545817309762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TC03gj046mI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3XdXhRT0gK0/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYnVkcy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-746406"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TC03gj046mI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3XdXhRT0gK0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYnVkcy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-746406"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489104553346919010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TC03hFi3ypI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZBmLdQJhUjE/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTUtMjAxMDA3MDEtMTcyOC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-748051"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TC03hFi3ypI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZBmLdQJhUjE/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTUtMjAxMDA3MDEtMTcyOC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-748051"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489104562398153362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TC03hqy-gHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DbaqGuVxezo/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTMtMjAxMDA2MjgtMTYzMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-749778"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TC03hqy-gHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DbaqGuVxezo/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTMtMjAxMDA2MjgtMTYzMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-749778"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489104572397813874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-49931745743217956?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/49931745743217956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-pictures-like-i-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/49931745743217956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/49931745743217956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-pictures-like-i-said.html' title='Random Pictures Like I Said'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TC03gHxsMkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QMI1ILBpEvE/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTYtMjAxMDA3MDEtMTkzMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-744566' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-1048355463153921140</id><published>2010-07-01T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T01:20:54.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Deminsion.</title><content type='html'>So I think I totally got booted off the PA position before I even started. I think the producer does not know how to be an actual person. He had me booked basically for the position and now he does not even have space. Maybe he does not know it is me, hopefully that is the case. I am going to call him later on today and see what is up. I also saw The Last Airbender today and I liked it. I thought it could need a little bit of a spruce up (like more fighting) but all in all it was good. Oh and to save you money, see it in 2D. It is not worth the 3D especially since it does not use it to its capabilities for 96% of the movie. I am getting fucking tired of movies that are coming out in 3D and they are completely unnecessary because it looks the same as it's 2D counterpart. I am about to go to Hollywood and show them how real 3D movies are supposed to be. They will then figure out what the fuck they are doing wrong and then they can correct themselves. I have also been working on MQM2 a little bit, here and there but it is not where I want it to be. It is actually taking longer. I would like to shoot and wrap before we go camping, that is, if  I even go camping because the original date is way too close to school start up. I need to think of more ideas quick and that should not be a problem because I am a Pisces and we are known to be creative. And serious. And indecisive. And emotional. All traits that make me unique. This is going to be hard but I am prepared to face that. I finally know what true writer's block is. Tension needs to be released *wink* I have random pictures that I shall put up so that you make take a gander at them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-1048355463153921140?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/1048355463153921140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-deminsion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/1048355463153921140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/1048355463153921140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-deminsion.html' title='The New Deminsion.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-7566499681833815996</id><published>2010-06-26T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T11:57:22.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiresome</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TCZIcRQS8_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fXTI9OOVQxI/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcGVlLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-729477"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TCZIcRQS8_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fXTI9OOVQxI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcGVlLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-729477" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487152846502818802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I know the picture looks like it is a black mess but with a little ingenuity and a  woman named Destinee Hooker you will be able to tell that I, officially and successfully, pissed while walking backwards. I just pulled my cock out through my zipper and let it rip. This was at 3 in the morning. After I got off the set. Yes, you heard correctly, after I got off set. I went in at 4 p.m. and did not get done till 3. It was fucking hot and nasty and a whole bunch of other adjectives but they fed us some alright BBQ. I had a major headache that did not go away and so cheering and yelling did not help. Other than that it was an alright night and will soon be another long night because I have to go in  at 6, my time. Doing these games are tiring and I am glad that this is the last in the season before the "State game" I hope that if I can not do the PA thing than I can hopefully go to Dallas. I am currently watching Volleyball and it is exciting. There is a girl on the Texas team named Destinee Hooker and damn she is a whole lot of woman. I mean I don't usually go for black girls but I will definitely catch Jungle Fever for her. I have also found out that my application was received for the Charley Wootan Grant Program and I should find out in July if I got it. July 3rd to be exact. I sure hope I did. It would be great. I need that damn grant. Please pray for me. More Miss Quince Massacre 2 is still on the roll and it is going to come out great. I have been so busy this week that I have not even been able to run at night for over the past 4 nights. Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-7566499681833815996?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7566499681833815996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/tiresome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7566499681833815996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7566499681833815996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/tiresome.html' title='Tiresome'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TCZIcRQS8_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fXTI9OOVQxI/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcGVlLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-729477' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-7865184976116005081</id><published>2010-06-22T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:48:10.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something'/><title type='text'>Getting The Ball Rolling</title><content type='html'>So I have finished the opening scene of MQM2. Wrote it. Not shot it. Shooting, I hope, will start in July and I have music planned-ish and all that. I have to also write the rest. Ha. I think that would be something of importance to start on. On another note I was on the set of Friday Night Lights and basically I got paid to sit and do nothing for 5 hours and then actually worked for an hour and then waited some more. It is so boring. But I am also booked for Friday and Saturday. They are night stuff so that will be crazy to see how that works out. Also unrelated, I found some Add-ons for Firefox and now they allow me to destroy what I am looking at which is awesome and it also allows me to download YouTube videos in any state they are in and also convert them into mp3s. Blah Blah Blah I masturbated like 30 minutes ago blah blah blah I do not know. I shall go to sleep even though I am feeling so fly like a G6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you would like to be in the movie, hit me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-7865184976116005081?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7865184976116005081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/getting-ball-rolling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7865184976116005081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7865184976116005081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/getting-ball-rolling.html' title='Getting The Ball Rolling'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-8793338436079216585</id><published>2010-06-20T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:02:02.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back By Popular Demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TB8LlfGrp5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/CNTjsPYYRKM/s1600/destiny_inspiration_poster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TB8LlfGrp5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/CNTjsPYYRKM/s400/destiny_inspiration_poster.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485115609793144722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saying makes my day all day. I know you miss me for not writing (I like to think you care) but now here I am in all my glory presenting to you the adventures of me. Not much to say other than to put rumors to rest. YES. Miss Quince Massacre will be taking shape in the form of a script later today. The originals plus a newbie will be writing furiously in order to get the whole movie done by August. I am also contacting a Maggie Barton to see if I could use her music. You should look her up. She is an awesome musician and I am glad I met her. Anyways, I feel like poppin' bottles in the ice. Well, in case you did not know, that was a song reference. And look out for the soundtrack to Miss Quince Massacre 2, it is going to have so much of everything in the music department. Maybe it will open your eyes and introduce you to other bands and what not. Might even change your life. Also, scouting is happening tomorrow for locations. I can not wait to get this thing rolling on this. I am excited, I cannot control myself. Time to reconnect with friends and apparently to Edgar's mom that means you are going to die, or you are going to kill people or something, I do not know fully the rules but something blah blah blah some mexican superstition that I do not understand. All in all, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-8793338436079216585?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/8793338436079216585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-saying-makes-my-day-all-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/8793338436079216585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/8793338436079216585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-saying-makes-my-day-all-day.html' title='Back By Popular Demand'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TB8LlfGrp5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/CNTjsPYYRKM/s72-c/destiny_inspiration_poster.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-8625345113559005112</id><published>2010-06-18T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:59:07.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Gone By</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Alright. Nothing has happened much that is why I am writing all late because I had to scrounge for something to even put in this entry. First and foremost was while on the set of Friday Night Lights, they decided to give me my own trailer. I just wanted to show all of you how small it was and resembled more a jail cell than a lavish waiting room. But I was so stoked to even have one because I don't even know if it will happen again. It was such a wonderfully awesome hot day. Also, I have decided to buy a blowjob from a hooker sometime soon because I feel like it is an experience that everybody should feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBupGr4CloI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AHgmsDkis6c/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDMtMjAxMDA2MTYtMTExMy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-777947"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBupGr4CloI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AHgmsDkis6c/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDMtMjAxMDA2MTYtMTExMy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-777947" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484162903575795330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want you to know that my wallet came in yesterday and it is a Mighty Wallet. I love it to death. I was peeping it for awhile and now that I have it, I just want to buy more and more. Also Dynomighty has some pretty neat shit, some of which I will be purchasing for 1323. I also found a girl. I don't know if it is the right girl but I need to man up on this one. She is different, even though that is what I said about the last one (You 3 guys know what I am talking about, Carlos' party) but who knows. She is about 6 years older than me and I know that is what I need because everybody knows I am somewhat of a cougar hunter. I think that is why moms love me. That could also explain why I have some of my friends' mothers' numbers stored in my cell phone. I know nothing of her personal life but I like that. I know about her but do not know her. Weird but it works for me. I guess the next thing to do would be to find out if she has a boyfriend. A beautiful girl like her has to be dating somebody, especially since she has an awesome personality. Name is Ornela, and I think she is alright. ha just joshing you. I know she is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBur6h7HZCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RL5KV_hda9E/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWlnaHR5IHdhbGxldC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-797849"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBur6h7HZCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RL5KV_hda9E/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWlnaHR5IHdhbGxldC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-797849" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484165993280791586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is just of a wall that was plastered with vines in back of Einstein's bagels. I just loved where it was at and the tall roof with in closed quarters. I like how that makes me feel. It makes me feel small but meaningful all at the same time. It makes me feel home but abandoned. It makes me feel like a contradiction as the Starburst commercials would say. Oh and it is decided. I am going to get the new Iphone and it is going to be awesome. I just hope it will let me sync my school email because so far Blackberry is the only one who knows how to do that. I have also concluded that a formal job is not going to be obtained this summer (gasp, what a surprise) but this extra work will continue and hopefully St. Edward's will give me a job because I put I wanted work study so they better give it to me. Speaking of St. Edward's, I saw Jardin on Wednesday and was glad I got to talk to her and not to mention she gave me some ice cream. She is doing great despite everything and she completed her show on Thursday at Momo's. Congratulations to her. I am also going to hang out with Mr. Gian M. Carta tonight. Supposedly he has a plethora of parties tonight and asked if I would like to accompany him. I hope he knows I am a shitty wing-man. (Actually, I think I am one of the best). Off to harass Edgar for not telling me that he has Alan Wake, a game I mentioned to him. But I need to wait for the mail. Sometimes I think that I could make a career out of waiting for the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBupFm8XTdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/przbARBEYyY/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDctMjAxMDA2MTctMTYyMy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-774398"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBupFm8XTdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/przbARBEYyY/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDctMjAxMDA2MTctMTYyMy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-774398" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484162885071883730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I had at Einstein's, it is a Chipotle Turkey Wrap. God Damn was that shit spicy. But that bomb ass potato salad cooled my searing tastebuds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBupHMYOJEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uW1wPOifEF8/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDYtMjAxMDA2MTctMTYwNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-779760"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBupHMYOJEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uW1wPOifEF8/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDYtMjAxMDA2MTctMTYwNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-779760" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484162912300704834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/samuelgonzales/Desktop/destiny_inspiration_poster.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-8625345113559005112?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/8625345113559005112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/days-gone-by_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/8625345113559005112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/8625345113559005112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/days-gone-by_18.html' title='Days Gone By'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBupGr4CloI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AHgmsDkis6c/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDMtMjAxMDA2MTYtMTExMy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-777947' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-5475341442392114161</id><published>2010-06-15T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:03:20.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freakin' Pope</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBcxehdLPzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r468xqIR-NE/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcG9wZS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-709627"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBcxehdLPzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r468xqIR-NE/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcG9wZS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-709627" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482905471793446706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBcxe9_zCQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7uYokfEyTgk/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMzktMjAxMDA2MTMtMjAxOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-711381"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBcxe9_zCQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7uYokfEyTgk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMzktMjAxMDA2MTMtMjAxOS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-711381" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482905479454853378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I told you he sent a present. Or shall I say certificate? I don't know but that is awesome that the Pope cares. I am pretty sure that makes us buds. Also I took a picture of a furniture store and it was called Lifestyles. And I was wondering why the condom brand made a furniture store. But it was just a coincidence that it was named that and I sobbed for a little bit because I wanted it to be more but then I moved on. I recently found my new favorite shows: The Hard Times of RJ Berger and Warren The Ape. They are both funny so much that I don't even know how to describe it. I also bought a case for my Blackberry whilst saving 12 bucks and I finally had the Tortadas from Taco Bell because I have always wanted to try it. I am waiting for my invisible shield to come in and my new wallet that is awesome ass-ness. (Yeah I don't know). Big announcement today is that the Gorillaz music video came out today and I downloaded it the second it came out and here is the treat for you to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TheSamuelGonzales"&gt;watch&lt;/a&gt;. I just multimedia'd the crap out of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I cannot embed the video because I got restricted. So you have to click the link to watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-5475341442392114161?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/5475341442392114161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/freakin-pope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/5475341442392114161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/5475341442392114161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/freakin-pope.html' title='The Freakin&apos; Pope'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBcxehdLPzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r468xqIR-NE/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcG9wZS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-709627' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-3809764991022512618</id><published>2010-06-13T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:07:33.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBSRxdYD7VI/AAAAAAAAADk/68QSe84GUiQ/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZ3JhbmRwYXJlbnRzIHNpbmcuanBn%3F%3D-753557"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBSRxdYD7VI/AAAAAAAAADk/68QSe84GUiQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZ3JhbmRwYXJlbnRzIHNpbmcuanBn%3F%3D-753557"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482166925301902674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBSRx1nGokI/AAAAAAAAADs/hir5vWvwSFI/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fdm9ka2EuanBn%3F%3D-755298"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBSRx1nGokI/AAAAAAAAADs/hir5vWvwSFI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fdm9ka2EuanBn%3F%3D-755298"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482166931807445570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here is another of the god son singing to his god father and wife. It was a sweet song that he wrote. How original and awesome.  You might also be wondering why there is a picture of vodka. Well that is what everybody was drinking in the background. They was getting on it. Quite a sight to see. For some reason that reminded me of when I saw a homeless couple who were listening to some music on their cell phone. It was nice but it did not warrant me thinking about giving them money. My grandpa and grandma are awesome. And they got a present from the pope. No lie. I will post a picture later. I feel so special. I had Denny&amp;#39;s this morning and it was exactly what I was expecting. Funny thing is the drunk lady who could barely chew her food while staying awake. She was fucked up. And while on my way to my truck to leave there was a gaggle of black people just smokin&amp;#39; a blunt in the parking lot. Ha. Funny.  Alright. I am tired and I am so fucking tired. So I shall be taking my leave now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-3809764991022512618?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/3809764991022512618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3809764991022512618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3809764991022512618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/continued.html' title='Continued'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBSRxdYD7VI/AAAAAAAAADk/68QSe84GUiQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZ3JhbmRwYXJlbnRzIHNpbmcuanBn%3F%3D-753557' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-2073027042473498901</id><published>2010-06-13T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:56:47.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drunk Chick</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBSPP50X3EI/AAAAAAAAADU/LLtwM4El5w4/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FdHdvIGFyaWFubmFzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-707337"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBSPP50X3EI/AAAAAAAAADU/LLtwM4El5w4/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FdHdvIGFyaWFubmFzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-707337"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482164149798034498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBSPQSJOTyI/AAAAAAAAADc/XNzKNE4EuPA/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMzUtMjAxMDA2MTItMjAxMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-709373"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBSPQSJOTyI/AAAAAAAAADc/XNzKNE4EuPA/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMzUtMjAxMDA2MTItMjAxMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-709373"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482164156327939874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My Grandparents&amp;#39;s Anniversary was awesome and heartfelt. A shit load of people came to the church part and the reception also. Free food of course. I also learned what a horrible planner my mother is but hey she did it.  I could have done a better job, way better.  By the way the little girl in the picture is my little sister. This is a nice family reunion with some drama that I was all ears for. And up there is the happy half century couple. Congratulations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-2073027042473498901?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/2073027042473498901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/drunk-chick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2073027042473498901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2073027042473498901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/drunk-chick.html' title='The Drunk Chick'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBSPP50X3EI/AAAAAAAAADU/LLtwM4El5w4/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FdHdvIGFyaWFubmFzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-707337' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-5259372703061194185</id><published>2010-06-12T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T13:40:52.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 nifty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBPw1CO7juI/AAAAAAAAADE/khq3s9Zev-A/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcmV0YXJkIGJlYXJkLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-752104"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBPw1CO7juI/AAAAAAAAADE/khq3s9Zev-A/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcmV0YXJkIGJlYXJkLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-752104"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481989965363252962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBPw1oRi2sI/AAAAAAAAADM/Sg7xFDxc2Ec/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FdGhpbmdzIHRvIGRvLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-754285"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBPw1oRi2sI/AAAAAAAAADM/Sg7xFDxc2Ec/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FdGhpbmdzIHRvIGRvLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-754285"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481989975574764226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I don&amp;#39;t know when I am supposed to leave to go to the anniversary. Nobody really tells me anything. I will just figure it out for myself because that is how I like to do things anyway. A little bird told me that I need more pictures in my blog. So now I will post a picture in every blog that I post because obviously reading someone else&amp;#39;s thought is not that interesting any more. For those who do not know. I went to main event yesterday. It was actually more fun than I remembered. I want to just go and ride that rollercoaster simulator all day because that was fun to see the fear in my little sister and niece&amp;#39;s eyes. I Laughed Out Loud all kinds noises. I also did this picture thing that was dumb (pic above). It was 3 dollars and it basically did absolutely nothing fun. I drew on myself with it if that counts at all. I dumped Evo also and went back to Tour. Sorry HTC but Blackberry just knows how to do so much more stuff that is cooler than you and don&amp;#39;t forget, IT DOES NOT DIE WITHIN 12 HOURS. I also made a list of things that I need to do before school starts and it does not contain much but each carries a grave weight. Off I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-5259372703061194185?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/5259372703061194185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/50-nifty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/5259372703061194185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/5259372703061194185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/50-nifty.html' title='50 nifty'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBPw1CO7juI/AAAAAAAAADE/khq3s9Zev-A/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcmV0YXJkIGJlYXJkLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-752104' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-5508182702634362547</id><published>2010-06-11T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:00:13.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBHtDZhw_pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/z1AfWLFetOQ/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMjctMjAxMDA2MTEtMDI0MC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-713460"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBHtDZhw_pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/z1AfWLFetOQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMjctMjAxMDA2MTEtMDI0MC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-713460"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481422864134504082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Saw the A-Team. Bad ass movie and funny as fuck also. But enough about that, I have noticed that some friendships have been broken by I guess time. But here is a question: Is it wrong for person 1 to hang out with person 3 even if person 3 and 2 do not get along and person 1 is friends with both 2 and 3? I know you would like to be loyal and believe me, I am one of the most loyal people there are but does it make you a bad person if you are that person 1? Or should person 2 be pissed? I do believe that a true friend will not put another in that position. A position to where they have to choose. All in all friends are the biggest relationship that you carry. They mold you and make you see things that you would have never believed or seen for yourself. Things happen for a reason and sometimes they are not random. Words from the wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-5508182702634362547?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/5508182702634362547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/alpha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/5508182702634362547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/5508182702634362547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/alpha.html' title='Alpha'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TBHtDZhw_pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/z1AfWLFetOQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMjctMjAxMDA2MTEtMDI0MC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-713460' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-2555704429480936319</id><published>2010-06-09T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:09:04.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdone</title><content type='html'>So I am actually tired of having the time of my life. Is that weird? NAH NIGGA. Sometimes you can have too much of a good thing and it just ruins everything else that follows. You need to know depression before you can truly know what happiness is. You know sometimes that is just what life deals you and you just have to know what you want to do with it. I need my Skullcandy headphones back by the way. I have had them for so long and then CRACK, they decide to break. Actually let us have a moment of silence for them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Well thank god that Skullcandy has a lifetime warranty. How could I be so blessed with companies in my life that make it easy (HTC, that is not you). A side not. I got a new phone, and I like it, but god damn does the battery life suck. I LOVE my BLACKBERRY but sometimes you have to let go of some things that you love. I just need RIM to mature a little bit and then I will come back.  My Grandparents' Anniversary is this Saturday. Saturday people, it will be great and awesome, and I am hoping for some bomb ass food. Alright, back to other shit, that backpack that I stated in an earlier post, well that one has a lifetime warranty also. Shit is that thing awesome as fuck. I know when I have a company, I will definitely treat my customers like they are the shit because they are and I will offer lifetime warranty on whatever the fuck I am going to be selling. Kathy Griffin, I saw her new stand up special and I liked it. Laughed so hard I woke people up from there sleep. HA. I am going to give a shout out to my nigga Charley Wootan (I like to think that if I mention that damn grant enough I will somehow get it), what it do? Oh fuck, I forgot about YouTube that wants to shut me out of my account for no damn reason. I had to make another channel so completly disregard the SamGonzable channel and head to TheSamuelGonzales channel. It is the exact same but with half the fat and is a daily source of vitamin B 12. Yeah, I have nothing else. Time to watch Jurassic Park 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Check out this Gorillaz trailer. I am damn excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7o70CVWTK4s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7o70CVWTK4s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-2555704429480936319?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/2555704429480936319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/overdone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2555704429480936319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2555704429480936319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/overdone.html' title='Overdone'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-3397966886880092383</id><published>2010-06-07T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T01:42:40.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evo</title><content type='html'>The Evo is going to be entering my life in a couple of hours and I am excited. I want to just not do anything today. Fucking, I made a wrap Sunday, and it consisted of Monterrey Jack cheese and smoked turkey with Balsamic Vinaigrette. It was yummy, or so I thought. I ate like π  and then I went and threw it out of my mouth. For some reason, I almost threw up whilst chewing it. Weird sensation and it disoriented me. Off guard, I stood in front of the toilet expecting to blow chunks but none arrived. This is not really a good entry for this but who gives a fuck. OH SHIT, and the movie awards was funny as hell. I laughed so hard but then that was crushed because of fucking TWILIGHT BITCHES AND JOCK RIDERS. Twilight deserves not to be alive. Please ban them. The first thing I do when I build my time machine is to travel back in time and Kill Stephanie Meyers before she writes those damn books. Sleep is calling my name like a Siren. Teeth need to be brushed before that. I hope I do not have diarrhea later on today because of that damn wrap. Wish me luck? Sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-3397966886880092383?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/3397966886880092383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/evo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3397966886880092383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3397966886880092383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/evo.html' title='Evo'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-6936195809189703659</id><published>2010-06-06T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:55:06.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graves</title><content type='html'>What a post I have for you tonight, so let us get started. First of all, you know that phone that I ordered like 2-3 weeks before it came out, yah, that one. Well it has not come in yet. Fuck me right? I am guessing when you ship things out and it says "Overnight Delivery" it actually does not mean over night delivery. It was shipped on Friday. And Saturday, where is it? Well not in my god damn hand that is for sure. That is one of the most soul tearing, gut wrenching, hair pulling, bitch moves anybody can ever make; Saying you are going to do something and you don't. I go berserk when that happens to me. It angers me to my core. But I am over it and now I am playing the waiting game, a game that I have grown to hate and one that for some reason am a frequent player. But enough about that shit time to go to the dumb shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Graves, the meat and bones of this post, is by far, THE MOST STUPID MOVIE EVER MADE. It is as if somebody took a shit and smeared it on the camera lens for an hour and thirty minutes and called it a movie. People were dying left and right. There was 103249 killers and only 2 people to kill (Yeah, I don't even know). Some horrible ass acting. I know mine is bad but compared to that it is fucking oscar worthy. Oh and flies that somehow represented a demon and sucked souls. Fucking retarded. NEVER SEE IT. This is for your own good. They only way I advise you to see this movie is by stealing it (which I would not even attempt to waste energy stealing this crap), or conning somebody else to pay to rent this movie. Talking about it is hard to do. I think I might have to purge my mind in some cult (Heaven's Gate, that means you) for a good 3 or 4 days before I can become sane again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all today (Saturday) went well seeing as how I actually got fed...twice. Once for BBQ from Lockhart in which I do not approve because it was mediocre and they did not have potato salad. Deal Breaker right the fuck there. And then went to Jorge's with Edgar and spent his mom's money on food. That is a good day. For Your Information, Uncle Sam's cereal is my favorite cereal now. I mean I am a name-ist but still that is good cereal and it is awesomely good for you. Things I am looking forward to in this order. Monday (Tomorrow). June 8 (Kathy Griffin), June 15 (Kathy once more), July 3 (Charley Wootan recipients announced), July 9 (First Day as PA), August (School). They are more to sqeeze in but first I have to figure what they are. Leave your life open and all sorts of stuff can fall in there to make it full&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-6936195809189703659?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/6936195809189703659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/graves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/6936195809189703659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/6936195809189703659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/graves.html' title='The Graves'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-4462698077300859917</id><published>2010-06-05T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T03:45:12.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspcious Minds</title><content type='html'>I was listening to Elvis and randomly I felt a nostalgic feeling even though I have never listened to him before. Weird. Anyways I forgot to tell you about this cunning old man that I must applaud. Having stood in the Evo line for almost 2 hours a man walks up with a bag of Taco Cabana and heads straight to the front of the line and handed a homeless man the bag and then the homeless man exited. It was quite a smart and classy move. Why wait in the morning all that time when you can have a homeless man wait in line for you. HOW SMART. He deserves a Captain Morgan because he has a little Captain in him. And that is all for that story. I really miss school. I want to go back already. All this free time is too much, I don't know what to do with myself other than wanking off 5 times a day. HA. But in the mean time I guess I will just run around in circles until it turns into squares. I also want July to arrive with a quickness because I need that nigga named Charley Wootan to hit a nigga back up. OOOH OOOH, It's Saturday, sticky icky icky. How are you gonna act like you don't like that song? Movie awards tomorrow. Hopefully no stupid ass movies get any awards. Twilight and Avatar that means you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-4462698077300859917?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/4462698077300859917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/suspcious-minds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4462698077300859917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4462698077300859917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/suspcious-minds.html' title='Suspcious Minds'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-1323419327404595431</id><published>2010-06-03T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:42:41.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New For YOU</title><content type='html'>I am getting a new phone tomorrow. It is coming in the mail so I do not have to wait in line. Fucking tight right. I also found out that I am going to be getting almost 2 grand extra in financial aid. But I can't wait till July because I want to find out if I got the Charley Wootan Grant. I only want it mainly because of the name. No lie. But I do want it for future use. And I still need a fucking J-O-B. Shit somebody needs to hire me. I will even do porn if you would like me to do. I really do not give a fuck. My qualifications for that would be that I do the cyclone erryday after I shower and I can get an erection really fast. So bam I should get the job right here and now. OVER AND OUT FOR NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-1323419327404595431?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/1323419327404595431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/1323419327404595431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/1323419327404595431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-for-you.html' title='New For YOU'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-2226852372713849388</id><published>2010-06-03T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:34:05.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Left Thumb'/><title type='text'>When There Is Thunder</title><content type='html'>I was so exhausted last night that I did not post anything. Here is what my day consisted of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 9:30 a.m and showered. I get out, get dressed and am ready to go but decided to wait and contemplate whether to buy another shit. Well up comes 10:20 and I am like "Shit, I needs to go". I leave and zoom down the streets towards the Texas School for the Blind, which is a wicked large school. I still don't know why da fuck that thing is so huge. I want to say it is literally 2 whole blocks big and then some. I have no idea but shit I didn't care. Walked my happy ass inside and had to wait in a line that was a gym long, I know because we were in a gym. I got my voucher and before I could finish filling it out, I already have to go to wardrobe. Waited in line for 30 minutes all for a damn black hat that said "EAST" in red. I thought I was literally going to sweat my balls off. Like it was just so hot that they were just going to be like "Nah nigga, I am sorry but fuck this heat. We gonna bounce". Either that or I was going to step on them because they were going to be so low. Anyway, finally got back to the gym, went to go change into my first change in the boys locker  room which was nicer than then one I had in my HIGHSCHOOL. WTF?!? So after that I went outside and waited. And waited and waited. Met some cool people including Ornela Smith. At 1 they finally have the first scene set up and we have to travel to some building that they claimed as CITY HALL and I was a fan in that scene. Maybe you will see me and maybe you won't. I don't really give a fuck because I got paid either way. That scene was fun and I learned that the hat I was wearing was new and not even the main actors had a hat like that. One of the coaches, a big strong black man tried to take it from me and I fought back and was worthy of wearing the hat. Scene done and time to go back and while on the way back I got promoted to being a College Student. WOOT Woot. Changed into my second change and waited for the next scene. Then at the last second I was demoted to a highschool student. Now ain't that about a bitch. But hey, I was only scheduled to be a fan so I was still happy. Any who, I was told that the set up was going to be small so they actually did not need the whole 18 people that were left. Now time to do the scene, the PA started to count off people. 8. I was not one of those eight but I still had hope. He came back. 5. I don't want to spill the beans but I was one of those five. So it was a computer lab scene and in no way was I facing the camera. Sorry ladies all you will get to see is the lovely locks upon my head. That scene was done at 6:30 and then they fed us. Some above average mexican food but none the less they still fed us. THEN, BOOOOOOOM. A flash of lightning and a crash of thunder and then the down pour came. They kept us because most of us did not have our vouchers because when you get something from wardrobe they keep as to see that you can not take it. Smart. Blah blah blah, long story short, I actually did not leave the set till 8:30. Fucking tired after that point. It was like playing a cut throat waiting game. Oh and by the way, I wrote 98% of this blog using my left thumb spacebar pusher. It is exciting because I use my right thumb to do that job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-2226852372713849388?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/2226852372713849388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-there-is-thunder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2226852372713849388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2226852372713849388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-there-is-thunder.html' title='When There Is Thunder'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-4723558117553872176</id><published>2010-06-02T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:01:08.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Set</title><content type='html'>That is right. I am here and I just got done with my first change and it was fucking hot outside and it still is fucking hot outside. This shit is ridic. At least all I have to do is wait and shit and I will get paid for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-4723558117553872176?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/4723558117553872176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-set.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4723558117553872176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4723558117553872176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-set.html' title='On The Set'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-2929283942474863771</id><published>2010-06-01T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:56:54.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch and Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TAXId0HJc9I/AAAAAAAAACs/tVeNNJQSddU/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FdG91Y2ggYW5kIGdvIHRoaW5nLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-714859"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TAXId0HJc9I/AAAAAAAAACs/tVeNNJQSddU/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FdG91Y2ggYW5kIGdvIHRoaW5nLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-714859"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478004936296461266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TAXIeAZWmPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CGl1WwvFxbA/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSmFyZGluQEtpY2tCdXR0LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-716284"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TAXIeAZWmPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CGl1WwvFxbA/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSmFyZGluQEtpY2tCdXR0LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-716284"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478004939594045682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is that shit you pay with and you don&amp;#39;t have to swipe the card. I was so excited when I used it that I jizzed on myself when I did. And to correct my earlier post Jardin completed her first show this Monday. And by the way, Kick Butt Coffee wasn&amp;#39;t even open for her to play on the inside so that was dumb on their part but we still made it worth while to come out. &lt;p&gt;I got hired as an extra for Friday Night Lights. Woot woot my niggas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-2929283942474863771?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/2929283942474863771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/touch-and-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2929283942474863771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2929283942474863771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/06/touch-and-go.html' title='Touch and Go'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/TAXId0HJc9I/AAAAAAAAACs/tVeNNJQSddU/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FdG91Y2ggYW5kIGdvIHRoaW5nLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-714859' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-618854979305984761</id><published>2010-05-30T01:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T02:02:45.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OH JOY'/><title type='text'>Job?</title><content type='html'>So got some free lunch/dinner from Jorge's complements of Edgar's mom. And I have no idea what they did with their recipe because it tasted a whole lot fuckin' better than it usually does. After that Edgar and I went to the Domain. I saw some shit that I want to get for my Mac and then we went to the other side of the Domain which I did not know existed and I got some shorts from Finish Line, and here is the weird awesome part, this lady who is working the cash register gave me an offer that I could not refuse. (FLASHBACK) I took the shorts off of the hanger so that I could better judge the size of the shorts. I placed the hanger on the rack. I judged the shorts and deemed them fit to purchase. I stood there for a couple of seconds contemplating whether to just leave the hanger or just take it and put the shorts back on so that I can buy the shorts with the hanger. I said "FUCK IT" in my mind and I took the hanger with me but did not put the shorts on them. Then this is how it went from then on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: I would like to buy these now&lt;br /&gt;C: Alright, I can get you right here&lt;br /&gt;S: Ok. Oh where do I put-&lt;br /&gt;(I saw off to the corner of the register a cart where there was empty hangers)&lt;br /&gt;S: Oh, nevermind, I will just put it here&lt;br /&gt;C: OK. Thanks. The total is 10.81&lt;br /&gt;S: Alright, here you go.&lt;br /&gt;C: (Whisper voice) Are you looking for a job?&lt;br /&gt;S: Yes actually. Are you hiring?&lt;br /&gt;C: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;S: Do you have an application or can I-&lt;br /&gt;C: You can just go online and do the application at Finish line dot com. I am looking at the applications on Monday so when you get home you can apply&lt;br /&gt;S: Oh, AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bam! That is how it happened. I basically got offered a job for hanging a hanger. Oh and by the way I am scheduled to PA in July. I got that job also. Fucking why can't I get a job the conventional way? I guess that is how it is going to have to happen my whole life. Literally that is how it has happened all the other times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited. Wish me luck and I am going to sign off for the night morning thing. Why am I staying up all types of late now. That is going to have to cease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-618854979305984761?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/618854979305984761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/618854979305984761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/618854979305984761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/job.html' title='Job?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-2701664440053260339</id><published>2010-05-29T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T02:15:58.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hive</title><content type='html'>20 miles under the surface of the Earth is a deposit of gold called a reef, in South Africa. It totally looks like The Hive from Resident Evil which by the way is getting another installment in the film franchise. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1220634/"&gt;RESIDENT EVIL:AFTERLIFE&lt;/a&gt;. Oh I have to call about the PA position today so that is one thing I have planned. I have to also apply to Gamestop and I have to bug some niggas about movie theater position and Best Buy. Oh and I am going to keep it short this time because I is tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-2701664440053260339?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/2701664440053260339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/hive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2701664440053260339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2701664440053260339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/hive.html' title='The Hive'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-4193458724618387384</id><published>2010-05-28T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:36:17.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Know What I Did Last Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_-Okck523I/AAAAAAAAACk/9tTEsyyJdlM/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQ2FwdHVyZTRfMjlfMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-777664"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_-Okck523I/AAAAAAAAACk/9tTEsyyJdlM/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQ2FwdHVyZTRfMjlfMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-777664"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476252428703226738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I applied to Gamestop and to two casting calls and a production assistant position. And guess the fuck what... They Emailed me back basically saying that I got it. Fuck Yes. Thing are looking up for my bitch ass. And I did a good deed yesterday. I gave up my bed to someone I hardly know because they are going through some shit with their family. I feel good for it being only 5 o&amp;#39;clock in the morning. I want some Sun, Sea, and Solitude. I am too happy right now and I am doing this shit from my phone and trying to watch a movie so goodnight glorious world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-4193458724618387384?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/4193458724618387384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-still-know-what-i-did-last-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4193458724618387384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4193458724618387384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-still-know-what-i-did-last-summer.html' title='I Still Know What I Did Last Summer'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_-Okck523I/AAAAAAAAACk/9tTEsyyJdlM/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQ2FwdHVyZTRfMjlfMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-777664' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-8672856808052131093</id><published>2010-05-27T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T02:01:58.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Have A Dream 2'/><title type='text'>Roaches</title><content type='html'>A swarm of roaches attacked my friends, Iris, Edgar, Kevin and I while playing Monopoly. I don't know if their intentions were truly hostile but seeing as they sent in their Air Force and Infantry towards us, there was indeed a can of whoop-ass opened once they hit this front. With so many casualties lost on their side. You would think they would give up. But, they didn't. I can feel them conspiring against us at every dark corridor and monochrome room. They believe we will just act nonchalantly about this incident, but in the back of everyone's minds this will radiate. We crushed them, I crushed them in the battle and We will, I will not let them will the war.&lt;br /&gt;I am being discouraged by every place I have applied to. Discouraged is a strong word so I shall actually replace it with neglected. No one has called me back about anything. I have called the job locations asking for times when they are interviewing and a shitty response has been thrusted into my ear a million times: "I don't know when we are conducting interviews, MY boss has not given me a date." I call bullshit right there. I feel like they are not that interested into me. But if they only knew. If they only knew how much this job means to me. If they only knew my work habits and personality. If they only knew everything that can not be summarized onto a 8 1/2 by 11 sheet of paper. This is angering me more and more everyday. But I will not let this get to me. I will not let this put me in a bad mood. I will not let this keep me from what I need to do in life. I will not let this eat at my soul. I have handled rejection so much over the years. More than what any normal person should experience and this is just another test. But I will not let this become another test. I want it to be an experience. I want it to be an event. I want it to be a memory in my life to which I can say I succeeded. This neglecting has gone on for too long and I will not tolerate it anymore. All I need is a chance. But I can not even get that. I will not live and let chance find me because then I am not really living. Someone said that opportunities only come once. Well FUCK THAT. I will make my own opportunities. I will not be neglected anymore. I will crush these discouragements. I will crush these intolerances. I will crush these roaches and I WILL GET HIRED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-8672856808052131093?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/8672856808052131093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/roaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/8672856808052131093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/8672856808052131093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/roaches.html' title='Roaches'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-3671316938982914439</id><published>2010-05-24T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:33:40.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alien'/><title type='text'>Hermssonalt Fam and the Discriminating Aliens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_tantS3xHI/AAAAAAAAACc/trmnDdw1NZI/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaGVybXNzb25hbHQgZmFtLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-733575"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_tantS3xHI/AAAAAAAAACc/trmnDdw1NZI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaGVybXNzb25hbHQgZmFtLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-733575" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475069410219115634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yeah I know it is blurry and I don't give a fuck. I got a picture and you didn't so hop off my nuts about it. Ha and I forgot to mention a little video I had no clue about and that made my day. It is the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQ95z6ywcBY"&gt;Lady Gaga Telephone music video&lt;/a&gt;. DIVINE SHIT is that video funny as hell. I could not stop laughing 15 minutes after the video ended. And me just talking about it makes me laugh. HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also forgot to mention the weird ass dream I had that took place across the street from my house in the DPS parking lot. It was weird because some random ass people were in it. So it was night time and not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, until a UFO appeared out of the sky and stopped in the middle of the air. As it hover there 2 more appeared each on either side of the original. Witnessing this me and my companions whipped out our phones or cameras if we had them and started taking pictures. The UFOs started behaving strangely and wiggled and writhed as if something was internally making them uncomfortable. I guess they were camera shy and they started spewing green dense gas all around. It fell on us but did no damage. Then when looking down at my hand I noticed I started to grow &lt;a href="http://thegrassyknollonline.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/tree-man-hands.jpg"&gt;mushrooms and grass and tiny trees&lt;/a&gt; from my hand and arm. They somehow were fertilizing us. Quickly realizing this all of us ran inside but somehow ended up going into my grandmother's house who lives on the other side of town. Strange right. Then old classmates started showing up with the same symptoms and they showed us what they caught. But for some reason the people who did not take video or pictures of the event did not obtain the shrubbery arms. Seeing this made me angry and I quickly phoned my local congressman and  complained that the Aliens were discriminating against photographers. He sadly could not do anything. And then BAM. I woke up. DA FUCK????? Yeah I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that if you wake me up before my body is ready to get up and you DEMAND for me to do someting, not ask but tell, I transform into a complete asshole. OH shit I almost forgot to do a shout out to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/madelyn.arellano?ref=ts"&gt;Maddie&lt;/a&gt; the former RA and graduate, and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/jardin.telling?ref=ts"&gt;Jardin&lt;/a&gt; the sexy friend who completed her first show Monday and gains the support of this blogger right here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-3671316938982914439?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/3671316938982914439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/hermssonalt-fam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3671316938982914439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3671316938982914439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/hermssonalt-fam.html' title='Hermssonalt Fam and the Discriminating Aliens'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_tantS3xHI/AAAAAAAAACc/trmnDdw1NZI/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaGVybXNzb25hbHQgZmFtLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-733575' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-4220395454310744363</id><published>2010-05-24T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T09:59:33.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabella Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_qwdsvSOpI/AAAAAAAAACU/fMUmJZFOHRE/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaXNhYmVsbGEgYmFwMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-773523"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_qwdsvSOpI/AAAAAAAAACU/fMUmJZFOHRE/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaXNhYmVsbGEgYmFwMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-773523"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474882321294441106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So over here at the baptism something happened. Other than the usual you know washing of the head and what entering into a Catholic community. A scene that touched me, and not in the tra-la-la way. A man was translating for his wife because she did not understand English well. It kind of made me choked up. I wish I could find somebody that would love me like dat. But anyway, I believe it was a successful day. Good riddens.(I actually do not know how to spell that).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-4220395454310744363?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/4220395454310744363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/isabella-baptism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4220395454310744363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4220395454310744363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/isabella-baptism.html' title='Isabella Baptism'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_qwdsvSOpI/AAAAAAAAACU/fMUmJZFOHRE/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaXNhYmVsbGEgYmFwMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-773523' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-2854640307335077883</id><published>2010-05-24T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:30:49.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ay Dios Mio'/><title type='text'>Out From The Depths</title><content type='html'>A hooker was running her business out of the sewers when I drove by today. Like fresh coming out of the damn pipes with her client. So I thought to myself: FUCK, even she has a job, AND she has gotten laid. Fuck my life. On the other had I got Mrs. Johnson's and she didn't so I do have some kind of ammunition. I have wondered if anybody ever gets what the fuck I am saying on these because I write them based on how I speak and the thinking process that is happening in the moment. I don't know and maybe I never will but fuck what I said it don't mean shit now. Fuck the presents might as well throw them out (Dude random ass song). I hope I get this damn scholarship and some more money from Financial Aid because I literally did the exact same as last semester so it is not like I fucked up and it is not like I progressed. Well in certain areas I did but that is neither yonder nor hither. And while on this &lt;a href="http://maaadddog.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/shit1.jpg"&gt;subject&lt;/a&gt;, everyone needs to play and buy this &lt;a href="http://www.hasbro.com/monopoly/en_US/shop/details.cfm?guid=F3854DAA-728A-1014-B188-F10137905FA8&amp;amp;product_id=23453&amp;amp;src=endeca"&gt;game&lt;/a&gt;. Got to go to a baptism later on today. One of my best friend's newborn sister's to be exact. I'll take a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-2854640307335077883?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/2854640307335077883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/out-from-depths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2854640307335077883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2854640307335077883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/out-from-depths.html' title='Out From The Depths'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-4237676753682513940</id><published>2010-05-23T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:07:30.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another'/><title type='text'>TLC</title><content type='html'>So while watching ER: Untold Stories there was some stories that were sad but two were so weird. One Asian had bulimia and grew immune to here finger as something to induce vomiting. So then she used a fucking FORK to gag and then she somehow got the fork stuck in her god damn throat. WHAT DA FUCK HOMEGURL?!? Why would you do such a thing. It was funny and I could think of so many sexual jokes to go with her but I will not. Another one was with a waitress who somehow managed to get a fuckin' Junebug in her ear and it started crawling more and more into her ear. What is up ER hospitals you got some fucked up shit happening to you. I also uploaded another &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlZIT1zD9Q4"&gt;Gorillaz music video&lt;/a&gt; so if you would like to check that out you are more than welcome. By the way, this goes out to all the niggas in the world: KEEP YOUR HEART 3 STACKS. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-4237676753682513940?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/4237676753682513940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/tlc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4237676753682513940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/4237676753682513940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/tlc.html' title='TLC'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-2197573664594073783</id><published>2010-05-22T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T03:34:01.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Moderation'/><title type='text'>Let The Wild Rompus Begin</title><content type='html'>I watched Where The Wild Things Are again tonight or this morning or whatever, and I forgot how funny and emo that damn movie is. Also maybe false hope here but I called Best Buy and they are going to give me an interview next week. Tip: Chase your dreams. Someone is bound to see your ambition. I have also decided to try my luck at Orchestra music. I have always liked a good horror/action/thriller soundtrack and that is what I intend to make with all this time I have. My grandparents' 50th Anniversary is coming up in June and family is going to be in town, I am excited and sad. I wonder sometimes if Cupid is going to get it right for me sometime. Maybe it is me or maybe it was never meant to be, but you can always make something out of nothing. Oh and by the way, I had a cut and I drank the blood. I forgot how it tasted, the bitterness, the sweet red color. (And that sounded extra fuckin' creepy) All in all it was a good  day. It is sad that I look forward to school because the world scares me and because I just love to learn. I am a nerd. I am don't want to be a Jack of all trades, I want to master them all. And this going to bed at wee hours in the morning has to stop too. I wonder if killing zombies in real life is as fun as it is in games. I am pretty sure I can survive Resident Evil and Dead Rising, Left 4 Dead and Dead Space maybe not so much. I mean I can run, and I can throw some bones but shit they are way scary. I need to get in a fight. Bear Grylls taught me some moves that I want to put to use and I just want to fuck a nigga up. Nigga don't mess with me. Shout out to Evan and Jacob for finding jobs. I am happy for you. Apartment warming party anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-2197573664594073783?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/2197573664594073783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-wild-rompus-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2197573664594073783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2197573664594073783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-wild-rompus-begin.html' title='Let The Wild Rompus Begin'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-7857011433149805716</id><published>2010-05-21T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T02:48:40.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Cleaning'/><title type='text'>Lights Fantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_ZULXxLVUI/AAAAAAAAACM/_XRA_oVttPc/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbGlnaHRzIGZhbnRhc3RpYy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-705673"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_ZULXxLVUI/AAAAAAAAACM/_XRA_oVttPc/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbGlnaHRzIGZhbnRhc3RpYy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-705673" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473654951450989890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Went to a hella expensive light fixture store and found this. Guess the cost... almost 4K. I was like WHAT DA FUCK?!? HA but in the mean time I read &lt;a href="http://lifeisweirdyetpretty.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-theres-gold.html"&gt;Evan's blog&lt;/a&gt; about friends, and it made me realize how I am with friends. If they are here to stay and they put in effort into the relationship like I do then that bridge will stay, otherwise that baby is going to burn, and not in the Legion kind of way. Maybe some friends just need to be spring cleaned just like rooms. It happens. Swimming was awesome by the way with &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/irisnichole.r?ref=ts"&gt;Iris&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/profile.php?id=1348626933&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Edgar&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/profile.php?id=1217716948&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Kevin&lt;/a&gt;. You know one of the most hated things that I hate are...Fucking Headaches. Sometimes I feel like I should be trying to explode someone's head with a headache this bad. Secret planning was happening at the house, and I have no idea why, or what the shit it was about be alright. Maybe I should become a spy or a spy ninja or a spy ninja movie star. Hell yeah. I pick the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-7857011433149805716?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7857011433149805716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/lights-fantastic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7857011433149805716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7857011433149805716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/lights-fantastic.html' title='Lights Fantastic'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_ZULXxLVUI/AAAAAAAAACM/_XRA_oVttPc/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbGlnaHRzIGZhbnRhc3RpYy5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-705673' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-1199582813301963784</id><published>2010-05-19T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:51:23.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't You Taste It Too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_R5fLG77gI/AAAAAAAAACE/vmO3NCUFrR4/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZnVuIHRhc3RpbmcuanBn%3F%3D-783584"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_R5fLG77gI/AAAAAAAAACE/vmO3NCUFrR4/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZnVuIHRhc3RpbmcuanBn%3F%3D-783584"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473133023626784258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I hope you can because it tastes tarty and somewhat sweet. I totally forgot that one time this homeless man wanted to show me his dick for a cigarette but I don&amp;#39;t smoke and I refused to see his dick and then I gave him matches and now we are friends. Ha psh fuck that. I hate homeless people sometimes but sometimes they are uplifting individuals. People are dumb and awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-1199582813301963784?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/1199582813301963784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/cant-you-taste-it-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/1199582813301963784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/1199582813301963784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/cant-you-taste-it-too.html' title='Can&apos;t You Taste It Too?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_R5fLG77gI/AAAAAAAAACE/vmO3NCUFrR4/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FZnVuIHRhc3RpbmcuanBn%3F%3D-783584' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-9058925994226269959</id><published>2010-05-19T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:39:38.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_R2uuyjN2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/31-UO4gup_E/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fb3Jlby5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-778236"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_R2uuyjN2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/31-UO4gup_E/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fb3Jlby5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-778236"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473129992368109410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yeah this is amazing and I want to get it. And don&amp;#39;t worry I shall get it when I move into the apartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-9058925994226269959?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/9058925994226269959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/yum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/9058925994226269959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/9058925994226269959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/yum.html' title='YUM'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_R2uuyjN2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/31-UO4gup_E/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fb3Jlby5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-778236' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-24242972935451933</id><published>2010-05-19T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T02:40:38.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WALMART</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_OyF7CzcpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YnbzZCn2o8s/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FU1BGIDExMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-738666"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_OyF7CzcpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YnbzZCn2o8s/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FU1BGIDExMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-738666"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472913787003826834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Went there and found a sun block that is SPF 110. WHAT THE FUCK?!? It is so much sunscreen that you actually get whiter when you use it. I have no idea but I would buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-24242972935451933?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/24242972935451933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/walmart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/24242972935451933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/24242972935451933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/walmart.html' title='WALMART'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_OyF7CzcpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YnbzZCn2o8s/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FU1BGIDExMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-738666' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-7581029271599340004</id><published>2010-05-18T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:44:34.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Factories Far Away'/><title type='text'>The Invention of Lying</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_MyAwSHNBI/AAAAAAAAABs/OjQeiyou200/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMDUtMjAxMDA0MjctMjA1My5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-751308"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_MyAwSHNBI/AAAAAAAAABs/OjQeiyou200/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMDUtMjAxMDA0MjctMjA1My5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-751308" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472772960727544850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Invention of Lying is a great movie. Them niggas go raw with it. Anyways. I fixed my youtube channel to look like what I wanted and fucking Best Buy still did not call me back so I am going to go up there tomorrow and tell them to give me a damn job because that is the ONLY place I feel at home, I a job environment of course.  I mean cause that would be awkward and fucking awesome if it was my home.  Racquet Ball Court 2, I do not know if you know but that picture is of sperm, MY sperm to be exact. It was great how things play out sometimes.  Oh and I put up the official video of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wfsp0jXNoJk"&gt;Gorillaz: Rhinestone Eyes&lt;/a&gt; for your viewing pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-7581029271599340004?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7581029271599340004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/invention-of-lying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7581029271599340004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7581029271599340004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/invention-of-lying.html' title='The Invention of Lying'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S_MyAwSHNBI/AAAAAAAAABs/OjQeiyou200/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMDUtMjAxMDA0MjctMjA1My5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-751308' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-5351787980039666461</id><published>2010-05-17T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T02:30:41.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><title type='text'>Late</title><content type='html'>Did not even post for last night and so this one is doing double duty. Little Big Planet is a fun ass game for those who have not played it. It has consumed my life. The job search still continues and it was my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/profile.php?id=1459280596&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;uncle's&lt;/a&gt; birthday. I really need to win the lottery and I found an old video that cracks me up till this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddgkGeeqvGM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddgkGeeqvGM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of at least 7 impossible things before bed, it keeps me sane. I want to go visit my Miranda, and Olivia. It is killing me not seeing them more. But I guess it is for the better? HELL THE FUCK NO, IT IS NOT. Anyways, I have to do some stuff and what not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-5351787980039666461?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/5351787980039666461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/5351787980039666461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/5351787980039666461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/late.html' title='Late'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-2647191544147940085</id><published>2010-05-15T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:24:13.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch Slap'/><title type='text'>Lights Up</title><content type='html'>What the fuck? I saw a Light Up Mariachi with a Light Up Horse. Both were real, like real guy who has a SSN (hopefully) and a horse that eats oats. It was so random. Also got scared of the thunder because it was like somebody decided to shake the house violently. I was asleep asshole thunder, thanks for that. Going back to night time, I got my Sanuks wet because Iris' apartment complex somehow always gets flooded when it rains. The one thing that kept this night awesome was watching Bitch Slap. Holy shit. Everybody needs to see that movie. It was the funniest, sexiest, fucked up-iest thing that I saw. You got bitches brawlin' and lesbian soft core porn and shit-your-pants-from-laughter-sound effects. There is this one scene where two girls are fighting, ripping at each other and throwing some major bones when out of the blue one kicks the other one in the cooter and the sound effect for that was a cat meowing. HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THAT?!? Just watch the trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JuSHYlceBvQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JuSHYlceBvQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what else I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hFhPi9XOIIU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hFhPi9XOIIU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I know I had something else to say, oh, so I pre ordered my EVO today and I do not know when it comes in but I hope soon. BTW, I have only 390.4 MB left on my iPod, I need a new one. I want a 64 GB Touch so lets see if I can get it because I don't want to have to start excommunicating songs from my portable device. Check out my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/SamGonzable"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt; also, Dick Splash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-2647191544147940085?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/2647191544147940085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/lights-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2647191544147940085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/2647191544147940085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/lights-up.html' title='Lights Up'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-7721515728639183719</id><published>2010-05-14T03:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:04:02.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You?</title><content type='html'>Today I learned a lot about myself and how things in the world work together. Some people seem to have lost their past while others are paving their future. A weird thing happened when a trip to Walmart occurred. A man walked in with the look of melancholy. I instantly felt some sort of connection. I never saw that man again. The winds of change are blowing and I can feel them drifting me away to a place I am afraid yet happy to go. I don&amp;#39;t know what this means since it is delirious talk from a sleepy young man but something is up. Evan is in need of assistance, I believe with some sort of joke. With the year that he had, he deserves good things. Jacob is MIA with Liz, doing things that I would gladly want to video tape and Jordan, well he is on a cruise. Happy Birthday to his mom by the way. Meet up with my friends and had a good time with Taboo. Tip: Always be with someone that is good with words. Night job might be in the works for me. Hopefully it goes through. Virgin Mary knows I need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-7721515728639183719?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7721515728639183719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7721515728639183719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7721515728639183719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-are-you.html' title='Where Are You?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-8418686459068940408</id><published>2010-05-13T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:00:00.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-zm4T9ujKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oj2LP-HIaXQ/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcGVhY2V0ZWEuanBn%3F%3D-700924"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-zm4T9ujKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oj2LP-HIaXQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcGVhY2V0ZWEuanBn%3F%3D-700924"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471001502454549666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Finally I put this shit up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-8418686459068940408?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/8418686459068940408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/peace-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/8418686459068940408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/8418686459068940408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/peace-tea.html' title='Peace Tea'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-zm4T9ujKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oj2LP-HIaXQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcGVhY2V0ZWEuanBn%3F%3D-700924' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-1093837051296391429</id><published>2010-05-13T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T02:22:40.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentals'/><title type='text'>Alright</title><content type='html'>Went to go finish an application for a job in which I had to travel to the store and get put in the back room, I felt like Rosa Parks and shit. But I finished with flying colors I believe so and now I am just waiting for a call back, cross your fucking fingers for my ass. I also uploaded more videos to Youtube. One is Miss Quince Massacre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0IsNtNdFJU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0IsNtNdFJU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other is a video about random shit that was caught on film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pg4g5pEhA-Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pg4g5pEhA-Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other had I had some awesome tea by the name of Peace Tea. I will put a picture up after this post. I like how I stay up later in my house than at school even when there was no school. Fuck is wrong with me? Ha, anyways, I found out that I am attracted to this person named Elyse. She is somebody I feel unsure and certain about. Such an awkward thing to say, yes, but sometimes you can not control shit. Just roll with it. Oh and Daybreakers is such an awesome movie, I suggest you redbox dat bitch. I have a weird feeling that something bad is going to happen, so be careful because I really do care a lot about my friends. Sleep is in need for me. Goodnight or morning AND see you soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-1093837051296391429?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/1093837051296391429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/1093837051296391429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/1093837051296391429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/alright.html' title='Alright'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-7073619531304370343</id><published>2010-05-12T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T13:21:13.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a doozie'/><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>I watched a video today like 5 times. I was just so amazed by it. &lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wjehii-jjHE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wjehii-jjHE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told some deep shit to Jordan. It is crazy how similar people can be even though there is no relation or even known mutual existence of eachother. Life works in crazy ways.&lt;br /&gt;I am still looking for a god damn job. So far Best Buy and Walgreens. I want to work with people and not serving food or anything of that sort. Maybe Central Market won't mind little old me. So much stuff has happened this year that it is hard to retain all of it and remember who and what matters in life.  On a happy ending note (pun), I had Taco Cabana early this morning and saw some people I did not care to greet. But I mean maybe I should change or maybe I shouldn't. But I did eat a bomb ass kid's meal at TC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-7073619531304370343?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7073619531304370343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7073619531304370343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7073619531304370343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-3383104291752940836</id><published>2010-05-12T01:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T01:54:12.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And the beat keeps runnin&apos; runnin&apos;.'/><title type='text'>The Night</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it is cold out and sometimes it is not. And sometimes you have a jacket and sometimes you don't. I could make that a big ol' metaphor for friends but I didn't because it was of no interest to me anymore. But I did finish talking to my best bud Jordan and he is doing well so don't worry, because I know I have a big fan base that worries about what I do. I am here writing and only thinking about this Spanish song that has been stuck in my head: Cafe Tacuba - Volver A Comenzar. Look it up. It is a nice feel-good song. The rest of the night will hold more treasures because who knows what this fucked up mind with think of.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I want to auction off my virginity because there is a tv show that is going to be made about virgins and what not. Sounds like I need to be watching it right now.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Miss Quince Massacre 2 is in the beginning stages of writing. Hopefully this will all get done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-3383104291752940836?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/3383104291752940836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3383104291752940836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/3383104291752940836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/night.html' title='The Night'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-7898846358656694161</id><published>2010-05-11T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:05:54.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup for Your Fuckin&apos; Soul'/><title type='text'>Addiction?</title><content type='html'>So I actually like doing this. And that is what I think I am going to be doing for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that my friend Elyse will probably not be joining me on camping. Apparently her parents will think we are banging. I wish. But I also have the idea to make a sequel to Miss Quince Massacre, titled Miss Quince Massacre 2: SWEET 16.&lt;br /&gt;Courtney and I are still talking along with 5 other people. 3 on chat, 1 skype and one text message. Why couldn't I be this popular in High School? Oh well change is good for the soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-7898846358656694161?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7898846358656694161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7898846358656694161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/7898846358656694161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/addiction.html' title='Addiction?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3514903826148955986.post-6047745406624115171</id><published>2010-05-11T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:57:53.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Start'/><title type='text'>Just Started</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sam, of course, I finally have the guts to do something with my life and now I am going to live it the way I want to. I suggest you do the same if you would like. I mean I am not pushing you or anything but shit, you don't want to be a pushover. Hope this inspires you to do what you want. Follow those dreams damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3514903826148955986-6047745406624115171?l=thatdamnsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/feeds/6047745406624115171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/6047745406624115171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3514903826148955986/posts/default/6047745406624115171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatdamnsam.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-started.html' title='Just Started'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752112677982397081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1QsLE5Lh_R4/S-nTMDg6QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UXNNKzwbMbk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-22+at+15.40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
