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term='play'/><category term='dates'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='house'/><category term='fish sticks'/><category term='microsoft'/><category term='vote'/><category term='dementia'/><category term='caucus'/><category term='the weather acts like me'/><category term='pancakes'/><category term='american dream'/><title type='text'>You Could've Handled That Situation a Lot Better</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7822503251965996612</id><published>2009-04-30T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:52:21.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasatch mountain range'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am such a hippie'/><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SfqcH94VnAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cJ70KDud0rc/s1600-h/291967237_88ac878138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SfqcH94VnAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cJ70KDud0rc/s320/291967237_88ac878138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330744769630280706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class field trip to Utah was pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;On our first full day in Ogden we hiked a trail up to a peak on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wasatch_Range"&gt;Wasatch Mountain range. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the toughest hike I have ever done. I mean we were hiking on the freaking snow line! And as corny as it sounds when I reached the top of that peak every thing seemed clear. I had an epiphany, maybe several about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to help protect the environment. I want to do everything I can to reasonable help out. I want to be outside for most of my life. I want be a part of nature. I want to help and teach kids about nature. On a personal level I want to be a nicer person. More caring and aware of the feelings of every person I hold dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not even sure what it all means yet. People keep telling me to be a park ranger. I'm not sure about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7822503251965996612?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7822503251965996612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7822503251965996612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7822503251965996612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7822503251965996612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/04/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SfqcH94VnAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cJ70KDud0rc/s72-c/291967237_88ac878138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-4989631731908152482</id><published>2009-04-13T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:23:18.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skynet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t wait for the future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>In the Future</title><content type='html'>So in my last year of high school we has this class called senior seminar. I don't know if this is a Washington state thing or a La Conner thing. But anyway, it was basically a class were you took personality tests and choose to two careers you would like to do in the future, do a job shadow, then present your "plan for the future" to a board of "community" members. I remember they made it seem very important, and now that a look back on it, like most things in high school it wasn't important at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I wish I said was that I think I would reach my highest potential in a post-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apocalyptic&lt;/span&gt; America. Whether it be Skynet, google, zombies, cannibals, Russians, robots, aliens what have you.&lt;br /&gt;This would be my time to shine! Then I would say my backup plan was to be a teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-4989631731908152482?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4989631731908152482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=4989631731908152482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4989631731908152482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4989631731908152482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-future.html' title='In the Future'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-1444819253748673312</id><published>2009-03-27T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:52:54.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring quarter'/><title type='text'>Big Pimp'n</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in awhile. Hands have been to tired from finishing that paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Spring Break has been kinda different. Went home for 4 days at the end of eval week, then spent the rest of break in Olympia. Feeling more and more like home here. More Friends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan is moving to Seattle. This makes me kinda sad and happy, because when I come home he will likely not be around, but he will be closer in Seattle and it will be fun excuse to go to the big city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man had his gull bladder removed and was walking around like a crazy person in the garage on vico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super excited about my class this quarter. I'm glad Matty Louv is in it too. Like the olden days of freshmen year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also excited about Operation Not Having any Fun! Hella camping! Bridgetown Comedy Festival sounds fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't heard from Camp Kirby yet. Making my nervous. I may have to go to Alaska! Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-1444819253748673312?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1444819253748673312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=1444819253748673312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/1444819253748673312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/1444819253748673312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-pimpn.html' title='Big Pimp&apos;n'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-1674536083409442319</id><published>2009-03-11T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:15:46.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give you some poop for wheat</title><content type='html'>I'm currently on Laurels computer because for the first time since probably when I bought my computer at the end of my senior year in high school Windows is making me sign in!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have know idea what it is. I can't do anything on that damn computer. I've tried all sorts of things. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, I have that paper to write for my contract and if i don't figure it out soon this means writing in the library. And although my W and R keys stick I still love tying on my computer. Home field advantage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20-30 page paper...................fuck me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In good news I got in the class I wanted! Educating on the Wild Side. I get to learn about ecology and work with kids in parks and go camping. Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what's not fun? Settlers of Katan. Fuck that game!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-1674536083409442319?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1674536083409442319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=1674536083409442319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/1674536083409442319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/1674536083409442319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/03/give-you-some-poop-for-wheat.html' title='Give you some poop for wheat'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7739594831376186334</id><published>2009-03-03T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:00:39.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what happended to the hostess fruit pie magician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post 100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baff'/><title type='text'>Post 100! It should be about something Important</title><content type='html'>And it is.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the store today, and now that I can turn my sugar blinders off, I noticed &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3187/2911615005_e1417c438b.jpg"&gt;THIS! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will somebody tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fruit_Pie_the_Magician"&gt;MAGICIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt; ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://content.costco.com/Images/Content/Product/9770b.jpg"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; is what a Hostess Fruit Pie should look like. Mmmmmm my favorite, blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's not as many people in the world that care about this as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/%7Efruitpie/index.html"&gt;Oh wait. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first fell in love with these delicious diabetes filled gooey treats way back in the day when the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie was coming out and you could get cards with them. Blackberry is pretty much the only kind I eat, but it's just not the same without the magician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of this. Since it's my 100th post lets take a look back at what I was doing when I started this blog. It was last year, I was a sophomore and a RA on campus. The fall of that year I was in possibly the best class I have or will ever take at Evergreen, American Eye. I was learning the basics of black and white photography. I don't think I hated my job yet. Went to Cabella's and wrote about it. This leads to another funny story in self reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a game of marry, baff(fuck), kill among friends, Tasha brought up the options of freshman year Charlie, sophomore year Charlie, and Junior year Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;In all the answers sophomore year Charlie gets killed. Wonder what that means.&lt;br /&gt;It was a toss up on Jr. and freshmen year Charlie getting baffed and married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7739594831376186334?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7739594831376186334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7739594831376186334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7739594831376186334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7739594831376186334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-100-it-should-be-about-something.html' title='Post 100! It should be about something Important'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-4840390960302818570</id><published>2009-03-02T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:45:42.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turning 21'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my friends are the best'/><title type='text'>Turning 21</title><content type='html'>Its been a pretty active week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday has been awesome I kind of feel guilty how spoiled i have been. It's like I've been celebrating for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I get a bike from my Dad early in February and new phone from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (actual B-day) I ruin a mini surprise party Tasha gathered. It was suppose to be rehearsal for her film, which I am always late for, but I happened to be about 30 minutes early to this one because I had ice cream cake(mom, again) that could melt. Oh well it was still fun. She set up a cornucopia of sugar filled treats, day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wagners&lt;/span&gt;. AMAZING. what a sugar rush, followed by a stomach ache. Matt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Louv&lt;/span&gt;, Freddy D, and Lauren were there to.&lt;br /&gt;Then Matt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Louv&lt;/span&gt; gave me a gift, a freaking fishing pool! no wait a rod and reel with line. So great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later that night when he, Claire and Brian went out to the bars with me he paid for my first drink. Oh and that night, what a night.&lt;br /&gt;Claire has video footage of me doing a monologue about being in the civil war and writing letters home. That was toward the end of the night after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jager&lt;/span&gt; bomber......which DESTROYED me.&lt;br /&gt;The first place we went was the Brother Hood, turned out to be my favorite of the night&lt;br /&gt;I has a rum and coke, chocolate cake, and white Russian.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jake's, free thing, watermelon jolly rancher, taste just like it too&lt;br /&gt;I was going to do karaoke, but it took to long. $4 Hot dogs!&lt;br /&gt;Lastly Charlies, where they gave me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jager&lt;/span&gt; bomb.........fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, one of the last TV nights. Cooked dinner for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, was the big party. A LOT of people came. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hella&lt;/span&gt; cereal, still eating it. Got pretty silly and drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Tasha, Corbin, and Amanda got me this big ass &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/357952/nerf-vulcan-ebf+25-fully-automatic-toy-dart-gun-rambo-juniors-weapon-of-choice"&gt;fully automatic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nerf&lt;/span&gt; gun called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vulcan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly got me a really cute dinosaur sandwich cutter&lt;br /&gt;Matt O. and Mark got me an American themed bag, with Jeff Gordon poster, so funny&lt;br /&gt;I got a very cute hand made card from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Celena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And an army of cereal boxes!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; and making it such a fun birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh  before hand Tasha and I went to pick up Nathan in Tacoma. Bought Alcohol from a liquor store and for the first time. It felt so forbidden, like I was getting away with something. I felt like my ID was fake even though it wasn't. felt that way when I would first walk into a bar.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking is so weird and I'm still trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;figure&lt;/span&gt; it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've concluded it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;socially&lt;/span&gt; acceptable way for adults to act silly and more like a kid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-4840390960302818570?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4840390960302818570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=4840390960302818570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4840390960302818570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4840390960302818570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/03/turning-21.html' title='Turning 21'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-6940079428042699949</id><published>2009-02-24T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:28:52.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turning 21'/><title type='text'>Fair Well Youth</title><content type='html'>I'm in my last hour as an underage person. Don't feel any different yet.&lt;br /&gt;Also I can't wait to sink my teeth into a brownie at the stroke of midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/articles/holy-shit-michael-cera-finally-on-board-for-arrest,24313/"&gt;Good news&lt;/a&gt; for the Arrested Development movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes in the morning, HELL YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then get new license and meet with Tasha about her movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Old Man said I should give him a call that night, said he's never heard what I sound like when inebriated.&lt;br /&gt;weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he wants to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied up my beers online. I hope I can be a porter kind of guy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-6940079428042699949?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6940079428042699949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=6940079428042699949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6940079428042699949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6940079428042699949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/far-well-youth.html' title='Fair Well Youth'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-6217875034329307480</id><published>2009-02-20T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:28:46.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning my car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night with conan o&apos;brien'/><title type='text'>Fuck Umbrellas!</title><content type='html'>First Sketch show was tonight. It went pretty. Lots of people lots of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Matt Olsen and I had the most epic pizza ever at Apollos after the show, bbq sauce, chicken, bacon, cheese, and pepperchinies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe It's the nicer weather or the sketch show, but I've been feeling awesome lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my Mom today and I mentioned the bakery and seemed pretty excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to wash and clean out my car, being a nice day and all.&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning out your car reveals a lot about your lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Several hand fulls of gum wrappers (I chew a lot of gum)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I filled a bag full of assorted paper and trash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;super man spoon and fork&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 umbrellas ( I do not use umbrellas. Where did they come from?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shards of broken plastic from door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shame fully stowed away jack in the box bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 shoe belonging to Corbin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 socks which belong to Corbin &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 personal notebooks belonging to Corbin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some of my Dads CD's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;double barrel buzzbee generic nerf shotgun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 fire cracker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 emergency hand crank up radio/flashlights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 football &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 coffee cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 stuffed animals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laser tip wire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 curtain that Corbin is spose to return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;42 flattened cereal boxes for cereal fort  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Dear god could you imagine if I got in a car wreck.(knock on wood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Old Man and Gaye are coming down tomorrow, watch the sketch show and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, last Late Night with Conan O'brien tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired but must stay up for Conan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-6217875034329307480?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6217875034329307480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=6217875034329307480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6217875034329307480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6217875034329307480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-umbrellas.html' title='Fuck Umbrellas!'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-2080638844892376953</id><published>2009-02-19T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:25:37.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top ten movies 2008'/><title type='text'>10 Favorite Movies of 2008</title><content type='html'>1. The Wrestler&lt;br /&gt;2. Wall-E&lt;br /&gt;3. The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;4. Milk&lt;br /&gt;5 The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;6. Burn After Reading&lt;br /&gt;7. Gran Torino&lt;br /&gt;8. Step Brothers&lt;br /&gt;9. Forgetting Sarah Marshall&lt;br /&gt;10. The Foot Fist Way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-2080638844892376953?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2080638844892376953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=2080638844892376953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2080638844892376953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2080638844892376953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-favorite-movies-of-2008.html' title='10 Favorite Movies of 2008'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-3535009642342948553</id><published>2009-02-19T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:13:05.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakery'/><title type='text'>Bakery Continued</title><content type='html'>I may take classes at South Puget Sound Community college and transfer the credit to evergreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or do it after I graduate. I feel if I got some essential basics down I could take it from there.&lt;br /&gt;Also some business and restaurant management classes would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily Expressed interest in taking a cake class with me. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have experts in all areas&lt;br /&gt;Pie&lt;br /&gt;Cake and cup cakes&lt;br /&gt;rolls, pastries, and danishes&lt;br /&gt;cookies&lt;br /&gt;bread&lt;br /&gt;vegan/alt diet goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also Tasha can be a server.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-3535009642342948553?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3535009642342948553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=3535009642342948553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3535009642342948553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3535009642342948553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/bakery-continued.html' title='Bakery Continued'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-2319456428925190801</id><published>2009-02-18T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:46:46.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maybe i should be a baker?'/><title type='text'>Makes sense at 12:44 AM</title><content type='html'>I think I want to be a baker. Own and operate my own bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at Evergreen could prepare me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may go to a different school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued..............................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-2319456428925190801?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2319456428925190801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=2319456428925190801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2319456428925190801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2319456428925190801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/makes-sense-at-1244-am.html' title='Makes sense at 12:44 AM'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7483586690453982322</id><published>2009-02-14T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:28:24.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish sticks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day sucks'/><title type='text'>Valendumbs Day</title><content type='html'>"It's just a fucking commercial holiday." I tell myself while flipping between Conan O'brien, Lost World Jurassic Park, and Casino&lt;br /&gt;ding! My fish sticks are ready.&lt;br /&gt;I bring in Valentines Day eating fish sticks, in sweatpants giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had a snuggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Jonas Brothers. I hope Hitchcock goes crazy and murders them all backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kinda seem too damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stay out of the long grass!", ugh I hate the last part of Lost World. When the T-Rex runs around San Diego (run matt Louv run)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to read some bukowski&lt;br /&gt;dumb&lt;br /&gt;dumb&lt;br /&gt;dumb&lt;br /&gt;blah love blah&lt;br /&gt;dumb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7483586690453982322?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7483586690453982322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7483586690453982322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7483586690453982322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7483586690453982322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/valendumbs-day.html' title='Valendumbs Day'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-461210898262586640</id><published>2009-02-10T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:59:39.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>So I went home this weekend, no particular reason why. I just was stressed out in Olympia and had to get out and clear my head. I have some decisions coming up and I wanted advice from my old man and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad surprised me with my birthday gift: a 1974 red schwinn speedster bike. It is so cool. My mom took me out to lunch and got me a new cell phone that it is way to fancy for my technophobic ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played catch with my dad, watched some of the pro bowl, and rode bikes with Donovan and Ari. I'm pretty sure Shari's gave me food poisoning also. Do Not Trust the Mashed Potatoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big decision was about my fate with the beach cabin. Everyone was leaving I was freaking out about finding a place and what was going to happen with the safety deposit money. I found a place, an apartment in college court. It's simple, on a bus line, easy bike ride to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my land lady called. She said she felt bad about what happened with me and offered my the ability to live in the cabin by myself for $300. Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and I put it on paper to see what would be cheapest in the long run. Even though rent at the beach cabin would be $25 cheaper than the apartment, factor in the electric bill that averages $100 bucks, and gas, and being all alone. The apartment ends up being more affodable and I'm looking forward to the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know so many of you love coming over to my rural sanctuary where we have TV nights and can be super loud and hang out and enjoy the water. And I'm sad I will miss it in the spring time. And I will miss looking out into the water while I tackled my homework. I feel bad about putting the final nail in the coffin of a great gathering location. But this will affect me the most and I'm making the decision  for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final gathering will most likely be for my 21st birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-461210898262586640?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/461210898262586640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=461210898262586640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/461210898262586640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/461210898262586640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-618366474736875544</id><published>2009-02-04T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:36:33.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='g.i. joe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian bale freak out'/><title type='text'>What The?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/articles/christian-bales-furious-anger,23345/"&gt;Christian Bale goes crazy! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey it's February! Wooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So G.I. Joe is going to be a movie. If that came out when I was  kid I would freak the hell out, but I'm not so I just feel like me childhood nostalgia is being violated by Hollywood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I might head up to La Conner This weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-618366474736875544?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/618366474736875544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=618366474736875544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/618366474736875544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/618366474736875544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/what.html' title='What The?'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-3552659026709327574</id><published>2009-01-28T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:05:44.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this american life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ira Glass'/><title type='text'>Now You Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/articles/ira-glass,23129/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; is not at all what I imagined Ira Glass looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one I had no idea there was a TV version of This American Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another, for some reason I imagined he was black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world is shook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-3552659026709327574?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3552659026709327574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=3552659026709327574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3552659026709327574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3552659026709327574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-you-know.html' title='Now You Know'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7275810169150662489</id><published>2009-01-26T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:31:43.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='some people have real problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wrestler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Hey Life, What the Fuck?</title><content type='html'>Ah Fuck! I'm not gonna beat around the bush here guys, I've been pretty depressed. Probably for the past two weeks maybe more. I've been internalizing most of it too. I try to be happy and fun and hopeful, but FUCK. Blah blah, I'm sorry guys nobody wants to hear about this, I should just go to the shrinks at evergreen.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;And two of my roommates are leaving, which makes my the only remaining Original Gangster at the beach cabin. So I've grown to be fairly confident about myself since beginning college, but this roommate situation has me really second guessing myself. I mean think I'm a good guy and pretty easy to get along with. Uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have real problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I might apply to be an intern at Nickelodeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Bowl this Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been kind of joking about starting an Evergreen Wrestling Federation, but I'm actually serious. Though, Gen Friends takes up a lot of time. Maybe I'll start a group on facebook&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SX6b6J-kiqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oFQnb0fhI60/s1600-h/rourke_thewrestler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SX6b6J-kiqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oFQnb0fhI60/s320/rourke_thewrestler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295841635247360674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7275810169150662489?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7275810169150662489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7275810169150662489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7275810169150662489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7275810169150662489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-life-what-fuck.html' title='Hey Life, What the Fuck?'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SX6b6J-kiqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oFQnb0fhI60/s72-c/rourke_thewrestler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-2969243012763883987</id><published>2009-01-25T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:23:51.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dementia'/><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>So it looks like &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/24/health/research/24coffee.html?em"&gt;one of my vices&lt;/a&gt; may have some good benefits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-2969243012763883987?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2969243012763883987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=2969243012763883987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2969243012763883987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2969243012763883987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-4923082109246017144</id><published>2009-01-24T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:46:55.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mutton chops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mustache'/><title type='text'>Mustache or Mutton Chops</title><content type='html'>So this is a little ways off but, for Tasha's movie she wants me to shave so I look more like a high schooler. This will most likely take place during eval week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I shave it all off I might as well have some fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll take it to vote among my peers for my facial hair fashion I will sport before the total shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustache or Mutton Chops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of pros and cons to both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutton Chops cons:&lt;br /&gt;"hey another goofy chubby guy with mutton chops."&lt;br /&gt;I might look like jack the ripper.&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;I could like like an Irish captain&lt;br /&gt;or detective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustache cons:&lt;br /&gt;It ain't to thick so, it would easily be a creeper mustache&lt;br /&gt;I might look more and more like a hipster&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;HILARIOUS!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I might look like a Police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently leaning  toward mustache .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-4923082109246017144?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4923082109246017144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=4923082109246017144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4923082109246017144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4923082109246017144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/mustache-or-mutton-chops.html' title='Mustache or Mutton Chops'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-8237068345198754464</id><published>2009-01-21T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:01:28.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking a year off'/><title type='text'>The Wold is Mine</title><content type='html'>So this &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2009/01/11/120-taking-a-year-off/"&gt;latest post on Stuff White People like&lt;/a&gt; captures so well how I feel about study abroad and taking a year off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, honestly deep down inside I actually really want to do just what the post describes.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the constant e-mails about how much better the food is and enlightenment. &lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm a big ole hypocrite  and it sounds silly being inspired by a movie(eye roll)  but Benjamin Button really made me want to travel and do things with my young, powerful, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sexy &lt;/span&gt;body while I can. Carpe diem, seize the day!&lt;br /&gt;I may do this after graduating, before going into teaching, I don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been thinking about going a different direction at Evergreen. Not entirely, I want to have enough credits in history while gaining some skills in acting, film, and media production. This could mean staying in school longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-8237068345198754464?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8237068345198754464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=8237068345198754464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/8237068345198754464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/8237068345198754464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/wold-is-mine.html' title='The Wold is Mine'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-6568428721692629554</id><published>2009-01-20T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:58:26.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my love for you is like'/><title type='text'>On Stumble</title><content type='html'>I was stumbling on the internet and I found &lt;a href="http://www.myloveforyou.typepad.com/"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty blog about pretty art with a pretty name, My Love for You is Like a Stamped of Horses.&lt;br /&gt;I like the phrase a lot, so I'm going to write some of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is like the Death Star blowing up Alderaan&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is like a tsunami engulfing Sir Lanka&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is like a forest fire in the summer&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is like a whale jumping over an aircraft carrier&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is like the King Dome imploding then putting itself back together again&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is like Superman and The Hulk punching each other in the face&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is like Mount Saint Helans erupting and turning Spirit Lake into a puddle&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is like an avalanche falling into a volcano creating the deepest lake ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.............I hope I don't think love is violent and destructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about this:&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is like a warm blanket on a cold day&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is like a raincoat shielding you from the rain&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is like every warm grain of sand on a beach&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is like a driftwood fort&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is like a swimming pool full of cotton balls that you jump into from a swing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-6568428721692629554?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6568428721692629554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=6568428721692629554' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6568428721692629554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6568428721692629554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-stumble.html' title='On Stumble'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-4114865018570883247</id><published>2009-01-18T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:16:46.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SXObttz7U2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/OnzVEFCAE0E/s1600-h/wastinglife.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SXObttz7U2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/OnzVEFCAE0E/s320/wastinglife.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292745196784276322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-4114865018570883247?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4114865018570883247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=4114865018570883247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4114865018570883247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4114865018570883247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SXObttz7U2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/OnzVEFCAE0E/s72-c/wastinglife.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-2101455271574377473</id><published>2009-01-13T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:31:28.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turning 21'/><title type='text'>The Fire Inside</title><content type='html'>It took awhile to go to sleep last night. After much frustration I got up and went down stair to have a sandwich and read until about 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been going through my head. I've even started forgetting a lot of things because of all the small trivial things that race around my brain. I'm afraid of being boring or not having an opinion about anything. Still trying to figure out what I want, like everybody else. I'm also in the middle of this diet thing and I'm probably doing it for all the wrong reasons. Truth is, I mostly want to lose weight and look sexy, I don't care about health. I'm to afraid to tell my mom when she offers to send cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be passionate about something&lt;br /&gt;someone&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a better person, I want to be good and righteous and hold a code of honor&lt;br /&gt;I want to carry the fire and always listen to my gut&lt;br /&gt;feeling that is&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my gut gets me in trouble&lt;br /&gt;judging swiftly without enough thought&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of compromising myself or what I believe in&lt;br /&gt;or even knowing what I believe in to compromise&lt;br /&gt;to learn from mistakes that I don't want to make&lt;br /&gt;or intentionally make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of this is from freaking out about turning 21.&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot easier to not be a drinker when you're underage, duh.&lt;br /&gt;Also when people assume you don't want to drink, because of prior stances&lt;br /&gt;Last year around this time a got drunk for the first time, since then I have become less afraid and a somewhat limited occasional drinker, but I haven't been drunk since then.&lt;br /&gt;I will probably go along with the American 21 year old tradition of getting wasted on my big 21. I'm still not sure how I feel about this.&lt;br /&gt;I want experience some things, yet I don't want to let people down&lt;br /&gt;Let Myself down, eat my words for being harsh to the ones I love&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to learn not to be harsh, I think I've gotten better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also afraid of what alcohol can do&lt;br /&gt;I've seen its demons up close and hate it&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything I've leaned from it&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it ruin my parents marriage&lt;br /&gt;Create a gap between me and my mom&lt;br /&gt;Battle enraged step dads&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it kill friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that same time I'm strangely attracted by the romanticism of it&lt;br /&gt;Charles Bukowski&lt;br /&gt;Being that gruff worn down and beaten guy&lt;br /&gt;A bad ass anti-hero ordering whiskey in a Western&lt;br /&gt;Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;self-destructive romanticism&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-2101455271574377473?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2101455271574377473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=2101455271574377473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2101455271574377473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2101455271574377473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/fire-inside.html' title='The Fire Inside'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7541733137198920349</id><published>2009-01-09T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:22:00.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing things'/><title type='text'>Other EmbarrassingThings</title><content type='html'>Besides my not so secret football blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey time I get a new package of socks I leave one pair unworn. I save this fresh pair of socks until I have a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually want to travel to France and Spain (but I still hate them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love water slides and swimming pools, but I can't stand taking my shirt off in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so I may have forgot how to swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to ride a bike when I was 20 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried during the movie Phenomena starring John Travolta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried during The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, and I loved the movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7541733137198920349?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7541733137198920349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7541733137198920349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7541733137198920349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7541733137198920349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/other-embarrassingthings.html' title='Other EmbarrassingThings'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7874307295064931184</id><published>2009-01-06T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:47:21.801-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar withdawls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiting sugar'/><title type='text'>Sugar Withdrawls</title><content type='html'>You never realize how many things have sugar in them until you try not to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;God! Even the healthy cereals have sugar in them. oatmeal? bread?&lt;br /&gt;So I'm letting things like those slide. The idea for this is to stop excessive sugar consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new roommate Evan bought some Reeses Puffs cereal the other day and it's driving me crazy. They're just sitting on the shelf looking so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Olympia Supply Co. hardware store in downtown, it was amazing. I found everything I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to Wind Me Up toys and in their bathroom they had a germ light thing in the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate New Years resolutions are dumb, ahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7874307295064931184?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7874307295064931184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7874307295064931184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7874307295064931184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7874307295064931184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/sugar-withdrawls.html' title='Sugar Withdrawls'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-5651098541871199514</id><published>2008-12-30T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:53:22.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufjan stevens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 desert island albums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brian eno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the verve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harvest moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neil young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat power'/><title type='text'>My 5 Desert Island Albums</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harvest Moon - Neil Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another Green World - Brian Eno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Illinoise - Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Urban Hymns - The Verve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You Are Free - Cat Power&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I also give a nod to any Bruce Springsteen album, Yankee Foxtrot Hotel - Wilco, Neon Bible - Arcade Fire, Pinkerton - Weezer. I would've had a mix CD with some dance music and one hit songs, but I think that breaks the rules. Another Green world was chosen mainly because it has my favorite song on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-5651098541871199514?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5651098541871199514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=5651098541871199514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5651098541871199514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5651098541871199514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-5-desert-island-albums.html' title='My 5 Desert Island Albums'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-3712327862102516863</id><published>2008-12-29T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:21:31.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snuggie'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Thing Ever Invented</title><content type='html'>Introducing the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xZp-GLMMJ0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Snuggie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I really hope Riley got one of these for Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-3712327862102516863?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3712327862102516863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=3712327862102516863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3712327862102516863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3712327862102516863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/greatest-thing-ever-invented.html' title='The Greatest Thing Ever Invented'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-5169894891811343705</id><published>2008-12-27T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:46:06.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human wrecking balls'/><title type='text'>Human Wrecking Balls</title><content type='html'>Oh man, so I'm sitting here at my mom's house, It's in the middle of nowhere and there's about 2 feet of snow outside. This leaves only a few options of entertainment: watching TV, playing my old Xbox, reading, cooking and eating. My mouth is still swollen so I'm not real excited to help my mom make rice krispies and other goodies I can't eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found the coolest show EVER! It's called Human Wrecking Balls! It's on G4. The show is about two brothers that destroy shit with their bare hands. So simple, yet so great. They run through walls, jump through roofs, and sink ships. AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I want to go to Montana, Wyoming, and Colorado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-5169894891811343705?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5169894891811343705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=5169894891811343705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5169894891811343705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5169894891811343705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/human-wrecking-balls.html' title='Human Wrecking Balls'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-498300724054321324</id><published>2008-12-24T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:03:57.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Wisdom Teef Extraction</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday I got my wisdom teeth yanked out. I remember getting those suction cup things put on my chest then I was on an IV drip. The dentist said my groin would start to tingle and sure enough my enough my balls flet funny and the next thing I knew I was in a dream/drunk like haze. I was kinda disapointed I didn't even get to count down. The nurses were trying to get my to shut up, but all I wanted to do was talk! The put me on wheel chair and had to replace my guaze. I also started to flirt with the nurse that was wheeling me out. I was telling her how strong and funny. Embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took for ever to get the pain killers and I was drooling blood spit into a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bleeding has stopped and since then I've been poping vicoden, whatching way to much TV and living off of lime JELL-O, scrabbled eggs and mashed taters. My checks a swelling up even more so a look like a chipmuck man. Hopefully I'll be shipshape by New Years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, for those of you who know what The Business of Anacortes, WA is, it moved to downtown. It's I nice location, but no food, coffee or stage. I don't know how I feel about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas, I will have exactly 2 months until my 21st birthday. A whole new door of the forbiden fuit of adulthood will be opened to me. I'm thinking about doing a Big LeBOWLski birthday party. So 21 one yearolds can drink and the youngens can also have fun and we can bowl. I really want to have a star wars themed party at the beach house as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the thing with Obama and gay rights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-498300724054321324?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/498300724054321324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=498300724054321324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/498300724054321324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/498300724054321324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-wisdom-teef-extraction.html' title='The Great Wisdom Teef Extraction'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-1513511173980835431</id><published>2008-12-19T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:50:34.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I made is back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Skagit&lt;/span&gt; Valley alive. It was quite the bare knuckle drive. Up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Edmonds&lt;/span&gt; it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but after that it was like driving on an iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is even more snow in Mount Vernon than Olympia, more than a foot. I took a bunch of pictures and went to visit Rachael at the Same Ole' Grind. Donovan is in Lake Tahoe until Tuesday so there's not very many people other than them to hang out with. This means lots of movies and reading. Gaye, my Dad's fiancee has HBO on demand, which means I will be watching Curb Your Enthusiasm on pain killers recovering from my wisdom teeth extraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still freaked out about this wisdom teeth thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple movies I want to see real bad but can't because art house movies don't get played up here:&lt;br /&gt;The Wrestler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Syndeche&lt;/span&gt;, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Milk in Lacy, hopefully the above films will come to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OFS&lt;/span&gt; later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt; button looks pretty good, I'll be able to see that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't really have plans for New Years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-1513511173980835431?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1513511173980835431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=1513511173980835431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/1513511173980835431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/1513511173980835431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-i-made-is-back-to-skagit-valley.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7031482515842096823</id><published>2008-12-13T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:53:10.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the weather acts like me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gumpy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth of a rainbow'/><title type='text'>Manic-Depresive Storm</title><content type='html'>Not to sound like an old man or anything, but sometimes you cam forget about the pure beauty and power nature can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened yesterday. I had my last day of class for the quarter, it was a potluck and it was over by noon. The stormy weather was picking up just as I was walking to my car. I was cold and grumpy about several colliding events in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got home and went on the computer to watch clips of David Lynch and Werner Herzog on you tube. My desk and computer face looking out to Eld Inlet. The wind whipped around the house, branches cracked, and the gray water was throwing a tantrum. Mother nature grumpy too and it made me feel good. I felt sheltered in my home, but also thought about trees falling upon the house and crushing me. (even worse in my sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching Werner Herzog eat his own shoe, I looked up from the screen and saw a yellow hue slice across a gray blanket of clouds. Seconds later a rainbow emerged from the breakaway sunlight in the western sky reaching down and ending on the surface of the seawater in front of me. I have never seen anything like it before, for a second a thought about kayaking to the rainbow's. I also looked for a pot of gold for a split second. These are the things you dream of as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the band of color started to fade away as the dark clouds regrouped and took back their spot in the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7031482515842096823?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7031482515842096823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7031482515842096823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7031482515842096823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7031482515842096823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/manic-depresive-storm.html' title='Manic-Depresive Storm'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-6047421203518718733</id><published>2008-12-04T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:00:31.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I went to evergreen and all I got was a degree in nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish civil war'/><title type='text'>Ah Sheit</title><content type='html'>So I'm doing a another contact  winter quarter. But I got a partner in crime, Julien.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized this is my second contract on a civil war. So hopefully if I'm looking for a job in the future the person hiring me is really into civil wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: "So Charlie, what past experiences do you think you can bring to the table at B&amp;amp;B                 Enterprises?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well uh, I studied two civil wars in college, the American and the Spanish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: "Oh Sheit I love talking about the Civil War! You're hired. Man you gonna love this job. We have a lunch room with 70 different types of cereal in it and you can make all the weird noises you want. Oh and there's a Fjord shaped punching bag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in dreams, Only in dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note did you know there are only two Historians on the Evergreen faculty. Man what the fuck. Also Evergreen is no longer a liberal arts and science college, just arts and sciences. This according to my sponsor Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sheit, all this time I was avoiding art and theatre classes because I want to have liberal arts degree and go on and be a history teacher but it turns out my degree will say art even after I've taken a bunch of god awful humanities classes in order to get some credit in history. So if anyone is as pissed as I am maybe we should send some letters to the dean......if that will do any good. But hey, if SDS got they're way so should we.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-6047421203518718733?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6047421203518718733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=6047421203518718733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6047421203518718733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6047421203518718733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/ah-sheit.html' title='Ah Sheit'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-3867254894622343228</id><published>2008-11-30T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:27:28.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiting sugar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lent'/><title type='text'>So that's were I get it from</title><content type='html'>ooooooooooooooooooooh fuck Thanksgiving break is over and I did not work nearly enough on my research project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: You have to pay to recycle in Skagit County&lt;br /&gt;Fact: They said no to the PUD and PSE is still there&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Only county in Western Washington to vote predominantly Republican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Maybe my small town humbleness is all a shame behind the fake America I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at my mom's and I'm pretty sure she wants to give me diabetes, not on purpose but shit when did I turn into such an adult so that I notice how much sugar is in things. Like cookies. Only when you make them do you notice they are like 60% sugar. She made and sent home with me: caramel corn, baklava, sninkerdoodles, pumpkin pie, pumpkin cheese cake, apple pie, and more I can't think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I'm gonna pull a Corbin. I'm not going to eat sugar for about a month or more. This will either be for Lent or the time period after winter break to my birthday February 25th. This could mean I will go mental. All my favorite things have sugar: pie, cereal, cake, cookies, kool-aide, root beer, mochas, pancakes, jam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I don't need sugar in my coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-3867254894622343228?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3867254894622343228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=3867254894622343228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3867254894622343228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3867254894622343228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-thats-were-i-get-it-from.html' title='So that&apos;s were I get it from'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7829238084020799660</id><published>2008-11-10T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:53:42.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quarter life crisis'/><title type='text'>Runnig on Empty</title><content type='html'>It seems like everyone gets the mid-college OH SHIT what the FUCK feeling around this time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to vent anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit physically and emotionally. My wisdom teeth are becoming a real problem, this means pain and money. I'm sick....again and I'm either paranoid or something might be wrong with me, like allergies or something. Finding that out would cost money. I work with kids so being sick means no work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel emotionally fucked up. Distant from friends, friends not being around or able to talk with, going separate  ways. I cherish  and look for stability. I don't know what to put my heart and love into anymore. I don't like me class. I am utterly unmotivated to do my work or do it well. I feel like I'm just going through the motions hoping something better will come of it. I'm trying to figure out what I want and what makes me happy just like everyone else, I used to have it figured out.&lt;br /&gt;I feel lazy, inescapable as if I was not cut out to finish college. It's like I come here and pretend to be a college student, come home and report back in a bunch mush, and my family thinks I'm some well educated young man going places. I've worked alongside my Dad, I've seen the other side, being a working class schmo is physically draining and it's going away. The sad part is a probably can't even relay on what my Dad does as a Plan B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7829238084020799660?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7829238084020799660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7829238084020799660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7829238084020799660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7829238084020799660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/runnig-on-empty.html' title='Runnig on Empty'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7968490682225862617</id><published>2008-11-05T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:18:55.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States of America'/><title type='text'>A New Morning</title><content type='html'>Today was of those days that opens up like it should be in the opening of a movie or a chapter in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, took a shower, had some cereal, Donovan went back to La Conner and I headed to school. The road felt prefect, like it should, wet autumn weather with the last of the leaves  bursting in hues of orange, red, and yellow. I took a deep breath, I felt anew, a weight taken off my shoulders. Last night was the tipping point. Things feel fresh and open. I don't feel scared or ashamed or  resentful. The keel is even and I'm ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what Obama says can seem corny or to good to be fulfilled.  But I truly believe things are going to get better. If anything, I just can't wait to be proud of my president.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7968490682225862617?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7968490682225862617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7968490682225862617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7968490682225862617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7968490682225862617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-morning.html' title='A New Morning'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-3897812323832596249</id><published>2008-11-02T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:52:03.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my old man is cooler then yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning to ride a bike'/><title type='text'>Learning to Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm in La Conner for the weekend, well actually Mount Vernon mostly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was my Old Man's 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since I'm a poor college kid I was a cheap skate on his present. I learned how to ride a bike for his birthday present. For those of you who didn't know I never picked it up as kid. I was, and am still horrible at balancing, by middle school I was too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed to learn, afraid somebody would see me and share my secret to the world. Then high school came and so did my drivers license. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I decided not to be embarrassed about it and start telling people. My friends Claire and Tara helped me out last week and now I'm a biking madman. I can't get enough. I feel like I missed out on so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, I also voted. D down the line. Go Obama Go! And I voted YES on the death with dignity thing.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-3897812323832596249?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3897812323832596249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=3897812323832596249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3897812323832596249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3897812323832596249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/learning-to-ride.html' title='Learning to Ride'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7196342722364674452</id><published>2008-10-27T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:18:21.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids pick the president'/><title type='text'>What happens when I sit down to write a paper</title><content type='html'>Kids are &lt;a href="http://www.nick.com/kpp/"&gt;awesome.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/2007/article/0,28804,1658545_1657686,00.html"&gt;Cool!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could be &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/blogs/images/sfgate/culture/2006/02/27/pancakes.jpg/buttermilk%20pancakes500x375.jpg"&gt;THIS!&lt;/a&gt; for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah LIFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7196342722364674452?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7196342722364674452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7196342722364674452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7196342722364674452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7196342722364674452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-happens-when-i-sit-down-to-write.html' title='What happens when I sit down to write a paper'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-3793366635991850730</id><published>2008-10-24T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:49:24.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Omar'/><title type='text'>Uhhhg</title><content type='html'>Being sick is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Corbin wins, I like The Wire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-3793366635991850730?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3793366635991850730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=3793366635991850730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3793366635991850730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3793366635991850730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/uhhhg.html' title='Uhhhg'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-3792645052862300747</id><published>2008-10-19T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:00:11.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joe biden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tacoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washington state'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democrats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Conner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>JOE BIDEN</title><content type='html'>So today Amanda, Matt Olsen, Corbin and I went to a Joe Biden rally in Tacoma. It was held at the baseball field the Tacoma Rainers play at. There was a lot of waiting, standing, and guilt tripped into signing political mumbo jumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had okay seats at first. The stage was at about 2nd base, we were by 1st. The they let more people down in the field. We franticly made our way there. We were about 2 people from the front. Pretty damn close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some small level politicians came on to talk, then Senators Cantwell and Murray. Finally the Gov Christine came on spoke, then introduces Joe Biden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool being that close. Being a part of the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He totally gave me eye contact on several occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seeing history in the making, as corny as that sounds. I will be able to tell my children I saw a future Vice President speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this election to happen. I hope ya'lls will vote.&lt;br /&gt;The race for Gov will be even closer in this state. That vote really matters.&lt;br /&gt;Little of the national stuff will make a difference if our state is going a different way .&lt;br /&gt;So fucking VOTE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-3792645052862300747?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3792645052862300747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=3792645052862300747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3792645052862300747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3792645052862300747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/joe-biden.html' title='JOE BIDEN'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-3572916219073490412</id><published>2008-10-17T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:39:47.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Conner'/><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>I miss La Conner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone there, and I feel like ever year we get farther and farther apart*.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably gonna come up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Except for Donovan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-3572916219073490412?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3572916219073490412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=3572916219073490412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3572916219073490412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3572916219073490412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-4919963036674962673</id><published>2008-10-13T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:56:52.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your 20&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='americana'/><title type='text'>The Hopless Romantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SPQ0CfkAQhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xoNVZ4o_Qy4/s1600-h/edisonslough.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SPQ0CfkAQhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xoNVZ4o_Qy4/s320/edisonslough.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256883882485105170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Screw being in your 20's. All I heard when I was in  high school was that this is supposed to be the best time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm over it. I don't buy it. Being young, going to bars, hooking up, dating, going to college.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an old soul.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in my late 30's with a wife, a house with a big yard in a rural area with 2.5 kids.&lt;br /&gt;A steady job as a history teacher. I'll go fishing, and make coffee cake for breakfast every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I should take in my youth while I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a lot of crap for being romantic about stuff, mostly from Corbin.&lt;br /&gt;I idealize classic America and want to hold on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I like old rustic things, diners, farms, things clinging on in our modern world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SPQ0CTuN3yI/AAAAAAAAABA/N_wi5oVM6u8/s1600-h/edisoncafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SPQ0CTuN3yI/AAAAAAAAABA/N_wi5oVM6u8/s320/edisoncafe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256883879306714914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SPQzV5XS6_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/BljThlk9egw/s1600-h/edisonslough.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SPQzV5XS6_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/BljThlk9egw/s320/edisonslough.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256883116317010930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SPQx_FtkhAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/p4hDPzSuwxI/s1600-h/skagitbarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SPQx_FtkhAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/p4hDPzSuwxI/s320/skagitbarn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256881624983045122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CHARLI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-4919963036674962673?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4919963036674962673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=4919963036674962673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4919963036674962673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4919963036674962673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/hopless-romantic.html' title='The Hopless Romantic'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/SPQ0CfkAQhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xoNVZ4o_Qy4/s72-c/edisonslough.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7105254578118689426</id><published>2008-10-07T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:03:04.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>I have a field trip on Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to Seattle. We are not expected to be back until 11 pm&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that noise!&lt;br /&gt;Last Halloween I had to work.&lt;br /&gt;I guess Halloween losses its charm in your 20's&lt;br /&gt;I feel like costumes have to be ironic or sexy.&lt;br /&gt;It was so magical when your a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Suppose'n I get back in time to even bother putting on a costume these are some ideas I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Werewolf/Teen  Wolf/Wolf-Man &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mad Scientist &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sea Monster &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Detective&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disgruntled Fisherman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7105254578118689426?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7105254578118689426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7105254578118689426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7105254578118689426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7105254578118689426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-1914316197350923121</id><published>2008-10-07T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:48:28.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Back to Skwoul</title><content type='html'>So I'm in this program.&lt;br /&gt;It's about the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;Today we learned about rationality.&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like football.&lt;br /&gt;Most people know that about me.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel weird that I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk about football with anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;I would actually blog about the NFL&lt;br /&gt;But I'm pretty sure no one would care&lt;br /&gt;That's ok.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could just talk about it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Like how Corbin talks about The Wire.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people watch The Wire, Like lots of people watch football&lt;br /&gt;But really only like 2 people have seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second Candidate debate is going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;All alone in the beach house.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like the whole "town hall" concept&lt;br /&gt;But the set looks freaking ugly&lt;br /&gt;What's with the carpet?&lt;br /&gt;All wrinkled and crap.&lt;br /&gt;Purple, Red, Blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That carpet is SO RED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain really does not have a neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-1914316197350923121?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-5851499702843587802</id><published>2008-09-18T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:59:54.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small town boy meet big city of san diego'/><title type='text'>My Reflections on San Diego so Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It is big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And driving around it makes it seem bigger. It's like being trapped in vortex the car keeps going but nothing changes, house after house all white with spanish roofing. Palm tree here, eucalyptus tree there, lots of brown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There is stuff everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Safeway is called Vons and I felt cool when I got here because I already new that. They also have Ralph's which is mentioned in The Big Lebowski. I went in one last night so I could check it off my list of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Places to go Featured in Coen Brothers Films. &lt;/span&gt;Bainard here I come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went to In-N-Out twice so far and while I agree with Matt It is very good and the milkshake is just about the best thing around for $1.75 it still can't beat my Dicks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;The Mexican food rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;I found a scorpion under the second rock I lifted up while exploring a "canyon" After following the canyon for about 2 miles I ended up at Matt's old High School. I called for help after this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Matt's house is like a library so many books. So when Matt is at the dentist or we have nothing to go I get to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just finished the Perks of Being a Wallflower. Pretty dang good, although I wished I read it in High School, still though it was very good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I should be reading City of Salt for my class, but fuck that book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think The Office is on tonight. Yes. I may miss it. Dang. Hopefully I may get to go on or near the set in LA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's hot and I miss me rain and trees and all you guys and to be honest I'm ready to be on the road. But it's cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This trip may help me appreciate Olympia and La Conner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh yeah and I miss all of you. And I am excited about my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-5851499702843587802?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5851499702843587802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=5851499702843587802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5851499702843587802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5851499702843587802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-reflections-on-san-diego-so-far.html' title='My Reflections on San Diego so Far'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-690421443332578564</id><published>2008-09-14T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:25:42.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horation hornblower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossection'/><title type='text'>California Crossection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, I'm off to San Diego tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pretty excited for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Totally gonna get some ginger ale on the plane ride over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mmmmmmmmm ginger ale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hopefully Matt and I can keep ya'll updated as we roadtrip up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pictures! .....maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I bet Matt is gonna make me go to IN and Out Burgers and will fart in there faces and say how much better Dicks Drive In is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I was in this book store I like a lot in Mount Vernon called Eastons. And I found a book I loved as a kid. Did anybody read/look at for hours the &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subsim.com/books/index_images/manofwar4.jpg"&gt;Incredible Crossections&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;books. Well I found the Man of War one about the British Navy Ship. It is so cool, just as cool as it was when I was ten. I want to bring it on the plane, but it's pretty big. I just need to find the Star Wars and Castle books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;British naval history is cool. I loved this show on A&amp;amp;E called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hornblower_(TV_series)"&gt;Horatio Hornblower&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-690421443332578564?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/690421443332578564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=690421443332578564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/690421443332578564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/690421443332578564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/california-crossection.html' title='California Crossection'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-611962388149732135</id><published>2008-09-11T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:56:24.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil in Its Many Shades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes the way this world works gets to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It sticks to you. Like being thrown in a swimming pool full of molasses. The dark syrup clings to your skin It shuts out the light and the way you breath. You surface, but it's thick and you can't swim so you just grasp at nothing. Your hands reach out to ghosts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Earlier this morning I read an article in the local newspaper. It went over the events that happened in what they're calling the Skagit Valley Shooting. The article was pretty straight forward but it made me feel evil, I felt it in my gut in a way I've never felt before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm spoiled. In my home town(La Conner), crime is not a problem. I've never had a key to my house and I leave my car unlocked with my ipod on the seat and keys in the ignition. The only thing that normally scares me is my own imagination in that town. Yes, I'm sheltered the closest I come to being exposed to crime and violence is in the movies, television, and books. Most of my ideas on Justice have been cultivated by super heros, westerns and comic books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My first thought about the shooter was hang him. He must be punished for this and the only way to do that is kill him. Then I thought some more. He fought in Iraq, that must fuck you up. Is it his fault deep down or is it a greater evil reaching through him. The backlashes of war coming home. No maybe not, lots of people have been to that place, they probably don't come back the same, but many others handle it with out killing people. I also read about him having an extensive record of crime. I go back to my original judgement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I normally seem to fly flags that would go under the liberal category. But I'm thinking more and more I believe in capital punishment. Maybe this will change someday. But right now I see no good way to fight evil. I'm holding to the fight fire with fire philosophy for the time being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All this thinking in general gets me down. I want things to change so bad. I want things to go my way. I want to throw a tantrum. I'm a afraid of what Americans are coming. I feel like I'm not alone in this either, but that no one is listening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I see sign after sign on the side of the road as I drive around my Valley. Flashes of color and the name of a person promising me things, whispering in my ear everything is fine we'll figure it out. These politicians make me sick sometimes. And thats for both sides. I see my Valley being invaded. Giant cubes, they pop up overnight. They big gray boxes all promise me fun for a short time. Cheaper and cheaper fun. And we need it to be cheap, because we need more and more fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want to believe in a romantic America I really do. I want hardware stores, grocery stores, and sporting goods store to be separate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I used to be proud of La Conner. Now I see how fake it is. It's hallow. It pretends to be a town. But if you go down First Street you will see its not a town. Its a shopping mall with some restaurants. People from big cities come here on SUnday and think they are seeing a real town, but it's a lie. People come here and rise kids because they think its a real American small town, But they are fooled. Just a bunch of damn cubes. Soon the whole Valley will end up that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I don't know how to stop it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.goskagit.com/home/article/alger_slayings_newly_released_document_gives_details_on_sept_2_rampage/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; if you want to read it.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-611962388149732135?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/611962388149732135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=611962388149732135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/611962388149732135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/611962388149732135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/evil-in-its-many-shades.html' title='Evil in Its Many Shades'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-4592956852837224328</id><published>2008-09-07T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:18:51.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seahawks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microsoft'/><title type='text'>Seattle on TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I'm sitting here watching the Seahawks game. It's pretty fucking pain full. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And it's not like they're getting blown out, just slowly dying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One of the worst/boring games i've ever seen. Maybe it will pick up here at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway most of you guys don't care about football. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They keep playing this super weird and kinda funny Microsoft commercial. It has Jerry Seinfeld and Bill Gates himself in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SiBBi35zKY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Check it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I still can't figure out what it's a commercial for? Windows Vista? or something new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Also I spent a dollar on a candy bar at a gas station. What is the world coming too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-4592956852837224328?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4592956852837224328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=4592956852837224328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4592956852837224328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4592956852837224328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/seattle-on-tv.html' title='Seattle on TV'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-6200706850660397654</id><published>2008-08-29T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:40:15.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><title type='text'>California Dream'n</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going to California!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm flying down from Bellingham to San Diego and road trip'n up back to Olympia with Matt Louv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It will be all hella Jack Kerouac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apperently flying from Bellingham is pretty cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this is the first time I have ever flown by myself. I'm kind of terrified to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not the actually flight part but the airport part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those of you that have seen me drive in Seattle or Portland know what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lots of people and signs and lights and getting somewhere at a time. I've always had someone there. I feel like this is a big step into the whole adulthood thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Airports and hospitals, they just scare the fuck out of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't even know all those security rules?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh wells it will be fun. The open road, fishing, sandy beaches, red woods, gatorade, and those pretty ladies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And These!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/diner/CowboySunset/Images/diner.jpg?o=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll176/CowboySunset/Images/diner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-6200706850660397654?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6200706850660397654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=6200706850660397654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6200706850660397654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6200706850660397654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/08/california-dreamn.html' title='California Dream&apos;n'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll176/CowboySunset/Images/th_diner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-5042874211198360605</id><published>2008-08-27T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:27:32.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin peaks'/><title type='text'>The Owls are not what they seem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" image="" 20peaks="" doubleplusundeadmeenu="" o="15&amp;quot;" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x73/doubleplusundeadmeenu/twin_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-5042874211198360605?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5042874211198360605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=5042874211198360605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5042874211198360605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5042874211198360605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/08/owls-are-not-what-they-seem.html' title='The Owls are not what they seem'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-6244159439724108650</id><published>2008-08-26T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:20:21.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bazooka'/><title type='text'>Shopping for Clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've almost got this whole clothes shopping thing down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At about this time every year my mom takes me to get some new clothes for the coming school year. When i was a kid this sucked soo much! Not only was I a kid, so my sized changed every year, but it was around 3rd or 4th grade when I fully realized I was a "chubby" kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was tough then trying to find the right jeans that fit my short and wide body, it still is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You come to accept your body is not in the majority. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Still half the jeans i get are a bit to long. And my chub varies on activity and season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've come to find a sweet spot in some brands (my size is different on different brands) and at least last year the popular jeans tended to be forgiving to my body type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This year was a little tough. What the fuck is with "boot leg cut"? it feels like I'm wearing bell bottoms with spandex across my thighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And why do all the jeans look dirty now. Its like this fake working tough guy style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That's not right, you gotta earn that dirt in them jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Same with all the pre-cut holes, extra buttons and pockets, all shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I managed to find 3 pairs of jeans. Why do people call it a pair of jeans anyway? It's not like a pair of socks? WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Donovan and I have this new thing for whenever we see something that is ugly and like fancy big houses built in the middle of farmland or a big yacht or truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We pantomime blowing it up with an imaginary bazooka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;try it sometime.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-6244159439724108650?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6244159439724108650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=6244159439724108650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6244159439724108650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6244159439724108650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/08/shopping-for-clothes.html' title='Shopping for Clothes'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-321311042420102933</id><published>2008-08-23T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:12:10.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watchmen'/><title type='text'>Watchmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just finished the watchmen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anybody need a place to live? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-321311042420102933?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/321311042420102933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=321311042420102933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/321311042420102933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/321311042420102933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/08/question-picture-answer.html' title='Watchmen'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7498990495886584697</id><published>2008-08-17T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:11:55.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin peaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp kirby'/><title type='text'>Decisions are like the Tide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Camp is over, now what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess I'm gonna work at American Tug again. I don't no how to feel about this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's good because I will have more money to save up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bad, because I have to return to the real world of sweat, swear words, and fiber glass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's stupid hot outside, multiple that by a warehouse full of machines, people, dust, and chemicals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm horrible at making decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;It's like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;You know when your in the shower, there's soap and water and it's pleasant. Then you're done, you're all clean and done but you don't get out because the towel part sucks. It's all cold and wet and boring. (that's what she said). So you're just stuck there in the water not wanting to come out.............. maybe this is a bad example and I'm just weird.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway I'm said and excited camp is over. Its gonna be scary and exciting going back to Olympia and acting like an adult. Tasha, Laurel, and i found this beach cabin to rent from it rocks. But, for once not everything is set up for me. I'm running in slightly blind. Last year I had the RA thing set up, which meant food and and shelter in exchange for a job I could slack at. This time I have to manage working, school and managing the money correctly. And I'm not even thinking about the main reason I'm in Olympia, college. I have to read this damn book before class, and I'm not ready to read all the time again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really got interested in marine life this summer, makes me almost want to be a marine biologist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also thought one time, what if i was a nurse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To bad my memory sucks and I'm a third through school with a bag full of history, economics and the world is shit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh well I'll rock it somehow. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna take a theatre class this spring to spice things up a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For my first paycheck of the summer I ordered the Twin Peaks Series on DVD. I'm in Lynch paradise.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7498990495886584697?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7498990495886584697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7498990495886584697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7498990495886584697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7498990495886584697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/08/camp-is-over-now-what-guess-im-gonna.html' title='Decisions are like the Tide'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-1965162449288952342</id><published>2008-06-21T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T03:20:10.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='westerns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Conner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp kirby'/><title type='text'>Long Time, No blog</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blogged in awhile, sorry. I kind of took a break.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So summer has started and I'm in La Conner. I have a little bit of a break, then I'm working at a nearby Camp Fire Kids summer camp, Camp Kirby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't pay much, but it should be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I don't watch the news on TV much if at all. But at home my Great Aunt Mary loves it! CNN, Anderson Cooper and all that hoo haa. (thank gos she doesn't watch Fox News.) But really FUCK the news. I hear it on in the background all the time. So much shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching the news just makes you worried about shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Barrack Obama, so I don't care what people are saying, I'm just worried what people are getting from in the news. It controls everyones interpretations of things. Blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. The Super Bowl went my way, so will the election. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to make a western....... really bad. Like I'm having super violent disturbing dreams about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I got a great idea today, but I'm too tired to talk about it so I'll save it for next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-1965162449288952342?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1965162449288952342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=1965162449288952342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/1965162449288952342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/1965162449288952342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time, No blog'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-513971542927339605</id><published>2008-05-17T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:06:09.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunscreen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shirtless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Some times I just want to rip my shirt off</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blogged in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;The last few, and coming few weeks have been the busiest ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on probation in work. Not enough Programing points. I suck. I hate my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm in a play, Space Brothers, its performed and written by the sketch comedy guys.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the last show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been trying to organize end-of-the-year fun with all my peeps&lt;br /&gt;This includes a camping trip, mariners game, black lake and other fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and there's my stupid class, gotta finish that.&lt;br /&gt;And my stupid job.&lt;br /&gt;And my new job at Camp Kirby&lt;br /&gt;And fixing my car so I can leave Olympia.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, rant ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is here in full force with all its furious heat. Last night Riley's crew and I slept under the stars. We didn't even get cold. I was running around without a shirt and making noises in the night. It was freeing. Then I had to be on-duty and do a bunch of geoduck fest crap. I was in a dunk tank, that was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was hot and whatnot all the handsome dudes had their shirt off. I've always wanted to have the self-confidence to do that. No matter how much you can say not to care what other people think. Being shirtless is one of deepest fears. I have gotten better with this, but I still will never be shirtless dude in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought maybe I don't want to be the shirtless guy. I mean, I'd have to worry way more about being sunburned. And get people to lather my up in sunscreen, lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunscreen has got to be one of the greatest inventions ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-513971542927339605?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/513971542927339605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=513971542927339605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/513971542927339605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/513971542927339605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-times-i-just-want-to-rip-my-shirt.html' title='Some times I just want to rip my shirt off'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-8008285096126844177</id><published>2008-05-14T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:45:26.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='next year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deadwood'/><title type='text'>Deadwood</title><content type='html'>So I've started watching the first season of Deadwood.&lt;br /&gt;Its fucking awesome, and it makes me want to say cocksucker all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I try not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did a little google search on it.&lt;br /&gt;And its a real fucking town, I had know idea any of it was based of something real.&lt;br /&gt;The town is real, There was actually a lawless town called DEADWOOD, How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, most of the characters are based after the real people of the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in a comedy this weekend. The play is Space Brothers, the cast includes most of the sketch people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to figure out what class to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fall and winter: ReImagining the M/East or Russia.&lt;br /&gt;and in Spring I want to take a theatre class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this would be a first for me, academic wise.&lt;br /&gt;There's also this comic book class I want to take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-8008285096126844177?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8008285096126844177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=8008285096126844177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/8008285096126844177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/8008285096126844177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/deadwood.html' title='Deadwood'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7669247637711379612</id><published>2008-05-02T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T02:32:51.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Avengers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marvel cross over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iron man'/><title type='text'>IRON MAN</title><content type='html'>I saw Iron Man tonight with Riley, Nathan, Corbin, and Mark.&lt;br /&gt;We all liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought up the question if the Black Sabbath song "Iron man" was about Iron Man the Marvel Comics hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope it isn't. I looked it up, it's about a guy trying to tell people about the coming apocalypse, turns to steel, ends up being the apocalypse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of explosions and fun special effects without all the rubbish that came with some of the other super hero movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you see it wait until after the credits. ****Kinda spoiler coming up, not really****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the film has hints to S.H.I.E.L.D during it. Teasers for the nerds like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the credits Sam Jackson makes an appearance as NICK FURRY, badass eye patch dude in charge of Shield. He tells Tony Stark about the Avengers initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ultimate hint to fans that there will be an Avengers crossover movie. Most likely including Iron Man, Captain America, The Hulk, Thor....maybe Ant-man, Spider-man, and Wolverine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7669247637711379612?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7669247637711379612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7669247637711379612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7669247637711379612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7669247637711379612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-man.html' title='IRON MAN'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-320234684256566316</id><published>2008-04-27T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:56:24.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meanings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plane crash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise ship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>I had a crazy dream/nightmare last night&lt;br /&gt;this is what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the plaza of a hotel like building that overlooked the ocean. I was siting on a white couch by a fireplace watching TV with other people, not sure if i knew them or not. The ocean was grey and there was a cruise ship out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report on the news said there was a terrorist attack, in a big city. I was like ok, NY is getting fucked up again. The attack used airliners like 9/11 did, and slammed into some buildings. I looked to the ocean while drinking a cup of coffee and then saw an airliner, it leveled out close to the sea and crashed into the rear of the cruise ship, followed by lots of other explosions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy that looked like Neil Diamond in lifeguard shorts started baring orders. He sent people that could swim well out to rescue people. Even though I can't swim I found myself on a kayak going out to the sinking ship, nothing but burning rubble and people screaming. Some survivors started swimming to my kayak, I told them help was coming, they started to grab my kayak and climb on it. I told them no and it started to flip. I hit some of them with the paddle to keep them of and paddled away leaving them behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to shore and it was city, burning with ash falling down. I was surprisingly calm. I ran off looking for someone, I'm not sure who, but probably someone I care for deeply. I couldn't find her and i came back to the meeting place, which was the Seattle Space Needle. It had been tipped over like a fallen tree. I entered the elevator shaft like going in a cave. Inside was a round table with people talking. It looked like a law office from the 70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them this was a bad place to meet because the space needle is a famous building and probably is a target of the terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream was weird, I don't thin of terrorism much. I don't know what it means, so I looked up some key words at a dream website,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;Ship                              &lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; To see a ship in your dream, denotes that you are exploring aspects of your emotions and unconscious mind. The state and condition of the ship is indicative of your emotional state. If it is a cruise ship, then it suggests pleasant moods. If it is a warship, then you are experiencing feelings of aggression.&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;Shipwreck                              &lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; To see or dream that you are shipwrecked, suggests that you are experiencing some emotional conflict or are having difficulties in expressing your feelings. Additionally, you may not be ready to confront issues in your unconscious.&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;Destruction                              &lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; To dream about mass destruction, suggests that there is some chaos occurring in your life. Things may not be going the way you want it to. Perhaps the choices your are making are self-destructive.&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;Burning                              &lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; To see something burning, indicates that you are experiencing some intense emotions and/or passionate sexual feelings. There is some situation or issue that you can no longer avoid and ignore.� Alternatively, it may suggests that you need to take time off for yourself and relax.&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know if I think this is garbage or not. There wasn't a translation for terrorist attack, which I thought was odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-320234684256566316?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/320234684256566316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=320234684256566316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/320234684256566316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/320234684256566316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-952334257629626893</id><published>2008-04-26T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T03:41:13.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead prez riot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evergreen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class sucked'/><title type='text'>Downs, Ups, and Criss Crosses</title><content type='html'>So today was one of the most manic in the history of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with class. Same ole, same ole at first but when seminar came a shit bomb was dropped. I got my shitty essay in on time by the skin of my teeth. Then came announcements, there's always some radical SDS kids thats got to say something about something. Of course Evergreens favorite topic came up, the dead prez riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl made an announcement about 3 more people being arrested and marching and fund raising or whatever. Of shot random comments, "fucking rats" "snitches get stitches" My own professor asked something about RA's followed by other comments "the RA's are working with the cops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid in the side ways hat, "we got any RA's in here" he looked around with a grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah I'm an RA." I spoke up but didn't dig in. I was flustered I was broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the seminars split up dance girl commented how she had the RA's backs and that they get treated like shit. I felt cared for, it was cool being stuck up for. Sideways Hat was silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Prof was also grumpy and tries to give us a 6 page writing assignment. But what else would you expect from a radical political economy class, we went on strike. We negotiated for better terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way home and Riley called, needed my to cover until 5:30 for duty, I was cool with that, but then he calls and asks for more time. I was not cool with that. It was Friday, I had a shitty day and I did not want to be on duty, I refused to be on-duty passed 5:30. One of my bosses called and told me I wasn't stepping up or being a team player. She also wanted me to find someone to cover Riley's shift. Riley is one of my best friends, but this was bullshit, and my boss was giving me shit. It got resolved but not after I threw the RA phone to the ground. Then I flipped on Jai cause she skipped class and missed out on all the RA bashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resident O called my Charlie Murphy, so I found him and hit him across the arm with my lightsaber, no big right? No he kicked me in the balls and said I was the worst RA ever. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corbin and Riley proceeded to give me shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a walk, found a soccer net. I tried to lay on it and look at the stars. Only my fat ass broke it and got tangled like a dolphin in a tuna net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the day sucked, but it was made up for with a fun night at the Reef with some great friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-952334257629626893?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/952334257629626893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=952334257629626893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/952334257629626893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/952334257629626893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/downs-ups-and-criss-crosses.html' title='Downs, Ups, and Criss Crosses'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7485514363612468913</id><published>2008-04-15T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:38:40.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>What Protects</title><content type='html'>An angel came to my doorway&lt;br /&gt;the morning light spread out&lt;br /&gt;in such warmness&lt;br /&gt;i could not breathe&lt;br /&gt;she touched my check and my&lt;br /&gt;hair began to tingle all over&lt;br /&gt;she told me in a whisper&lt;br /&gt;be kind to others&lt;br /&gt;bring them the joy you&lt;br /&gt;seek and can only&lt;br /&gt;bring to others&lt;br /&gt;open your heart to them and&lt;br /&gt;protect them with all your might&lt;br /&gt;you can protect others better then help&lt;br /&gt;she granted me hope&lt;br /&gt;the courage would find itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came an angel&lt;br /&gt;her wings broken and bleeding&lt;br /&gt;feathers littered my floor&lt;br /&gt;i opened my grizzly arms&lt;br /&gt;welcoming her into the&lt;br /&gt;furnace of my soul&lt;br /&gt;slowly warming&lt;br /&gt;her eyes hiding in my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;i will protect you my dear&lt;br /&gt;you are safe now&lt;br /&gt;inside this armor is&lt;br /&gt;my heart and it will guide&lt;br /&gt;us both&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7485514363612468913?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7485514363612468913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7485514363612468913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7485514363612468913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7485514363612468913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-protects.html' title='What Protects'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-8851869210736439953</id><published>2008-04-14T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:09:30.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community fun space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evergreen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinosaur club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp kirby'/><title type='text'>Dinosaurs and Camp Fires</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling pretty active lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had the first meeting of a club I'm trying to start, Dinosaur Club.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm doing something, be it silly. Only two people showed up at first. Freshmen Zoe and Nick. Then later Riley, Laurel, and Michele followed by Ryan. It went pretty well, I got the signatures I needed and hopefully we will be come a real group with funding next year. We have some cool ideas floating around like raising money and going on a field trip to a palaeontology dig in Utah or something. Dino dances and speakers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to start a group at evergreen that's about fun and not something of political importance. I get enough of that from class. I want a group that can act silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other good news I officially have a summer job. I'll be a camp councilor at Camp Kirby on Samish Island (by Bellingham) It's part of Camp Fire Kids. Also their still looking for people, so if you want low pay and no life, but you get to sing songs in one of the most beautiful places in Washington you should talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, along with confirmed housing buddy Caleb for next year takes so much stress away. Now I can focus the ion lasers at school. Believe it or not, but I'm actually amped about some stuff in that class. In seminar we talked about actually putting some peracon ideas in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plan is to create a "Community Fun Space" that will provide a list of economic "values" we came up with. Such as health care, leisure, sports, anti-oppression, education ect.&lt;br /&gt;We would do this through a land trust and fund raising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a temporary roomate right now. Nathan. Him and Tasha are in a lull period to get in their apartment so he's crashing at my place. We've gotten to know each other pretty well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-8851869210736439953?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8851869210736439953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=8851869210736439953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/8851869210736439953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/8851869210736439953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/dinosaurs-and-camp-fires.html' title='Dinosaurs and Camp Fires'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-1635270034806743288</id><published>2008-04-05T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:30:35.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the utter destruction of childhood bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness being lost in adulthood'/><title type='text'>In My Own World</title><content type='html'>Growing up must be the single most destructive part of the human soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to sleep and all I could think about is how I want to go back. If god came down to me and said "Charlie, You get one super power." I would want to be super strong, or fast, or duh fly and then I could help other people and battle Fjord. But really I would pick a selfish power I came up with, the ability to instantly go back to your childhood. Or turn into a kid (13 and under). This power would mean nothing in making the world a better place, only giving me the ability to be lost in my own bliss of true youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never be as happy as you were when you were a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about the human condition is that we always strive for something more. We are beasts of pleasure. We create, we invent, we consume, and we love. We try to love. We keep running and running hoping there's something just ahead, just over that hill, but when you get to the end it's death. The end you finished. We keep looking and fail to realize that our life started out in the happiest form it will ever be in, the rest is just a slow decline to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there will be points of great happiness. You love, you give birth, your team wins the championship many that happen and many to come. But none of that can compare to the complete bliss of childhood. You worry about candy and stormtroopers, not rent or school or wars that don't deal with stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could pin point the single most happiest time of my life it would land somewhere at age six. My parents were together, we lived in a beautiful pink Victorian  house, with a best friend Carson across the street. I was in Kindergarten, and I ruled, I knew my colors, I got to play with paint and blocks, and trains. I got to use my imagination at freewill, creating a world so real it still won't go away today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this goes in decline and is wilted away by adulthood. This idea that because your body and brain get bigger you have to eradicate all that is joyous and unknowing. It seeps in through your skin like a poison making its way to your heart and pumped throughout your entire body to every finger tip and toe, a slowly crawling  dark ooze  wrapping itself around the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going to my Grandma's funeral, I was about five. It was sunny, I had a short sleeve plaid print shirt and khaki pants. The urn of her ashes were set in the ground and a man said some things about god. I looked to my Dad at my right, his hands were folded below his belly and his eyes were closed. I did the same because he and everyone was doing it. The man stopped talking and a looked back at my Dad. He was crying, so I started to cry to, because thats what you were supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that feeling back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun on my bare back in the backyard. My feet tickled by their movements over the grass, my hands filthy, lathered in mud making Boba Fett fight off a hand made sarlacc pit made in the muddy spot between the shed and garden. Shooting imaginary bad guys and jumping around speaking in my own language, in my own world. I want to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they just call you crazy if you do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-1635270034806743288?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1635270034806743288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=1635270034806743288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/1635270034806743288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/1635270034806743288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-my-own-world.html' title='In My Own World'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-4128678548037264948</id><published>2008-04-03T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:59:01.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rad services'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the reef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political economy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evergreen'/><title type='text'>That's a nice jar full of shitty looking liquid you got there</title><content type='html'>It was the second day of class today. I wasn't as nervous, but it wasn't great either. Part of me wants to get through this class and the other screams what the hell I'm I doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off there was a petition by SDS to get them unbanned from campus, the guy sitting next to me happened to be the one that made the announcement and passed it out, he looked at me as I passed it on without signing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I think they should be banned. I just don't want to support them in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a workshop, I've never been in one of those. There was a group activity. Waiting for us after the break were grouped tables with paper and markers. I sat with Jai and other girls filled in around. The task was to make a symbol of the current U.S. economy and our vision of an ideal economy. I knew my true ideas wouldn't fit with the group so I compromised thinking of basic agreeable stuff. "I love drawing stuff!" I shot right in trying to establish myself but soon all my ideas were shot down, snubbed, and flatly ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucked. Jai has been trying to explain it to me and it still sucks. Apparently I'm loud and overbearing (duh) but that isn't interpreted as, "oh, hey this guys excited and hyper." No, it's "He's an overpowering male attempting to push his ways on us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck. I try to be the best feminist I can (try). I understand I am a white male, and that it's not a level playing field. But it's also like the have that red robot profiling vision from Terminator, you know, it scans the target then types out the name, height, weight, ect.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh judgey Mc Judgersons!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least the sun was out today, that was great. Frisbee, football, dragon slaying, you know the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was this RAD Services staff appreciation lunch. Total shit. All a fucking smoke screen trying to keep us from boiling over. They think free food, a 50 cent rise and poems will subdue us! Fuck that noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that shit stacked up tonight. I felt left out with some stuff with my friends, but then I got my grumpy ass over to hang out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk around the lake and The Reef and I feel like a new man. Well, at least until I start reading again.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and The Reef as shirts now, Tasha and I got one. Also there's been some remodeling. That unsettles me greatly. I hate change. I yeah and Jai said she saw Fjored and his gang pointing at me and talking shit. She told me this after they were gone so I didn't freak out. I say bring it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-4128678548037264948?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4128678548037264948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=4128678548037264948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4128678548037264948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4128678548037264948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/thats-nice-jar-full-of-shitty-looking.html' title='That&apos;s a nice jar full of shitty looking liquid you got there'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-6228401399650549030</id><published>2008-03-30T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:12:19.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steve earl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too much music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my old man is cooler then yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john prine'/><title type='text'>Time Capsule</title><content type='html'>I got my Old Man's ipod over break, he got a brand new one, his is old but it holds way more music than my nano. Almost 5,000 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that scent is the strongest part of out memory or something like that. Well sound has got to be a close runner up. My computer at home collects the music of my Dad, sister, and I. We like and dislike each others music to a point. If I had a bigger ipod in high school it would be half full of only my music. (the whole I gotta be different thing) When I got this ipod I had all my music in it, but with so much space, most of the music is my Old Man's. Besides the fact that in my fathers expansive music library had undeniable artists: Bob Dylan, Neil Young, R.E.M, The Who, The Rolling Stones, Tom Petty, Bruce Springsteen, Tom Waits that you let yourself share, even when you're an independent teen. I found myself attached to the many songs and artists I swore I would never listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was brain washed into liking them over years of playing or maybe my new/old ipod is musical time capsule of nostalgia. Stuff I grew up on like Steve Earl, John Hiatt, and John Prine being blasted out of our post-divorce shitty house of F &amp;amp; S Grade Rd while he mowed the lawn with a cigarette hanging from his mouth and me playing with G.I. Joe's and X-wings. (Tasha is one of the only people I know that relates to the John Hiatt thing, Amanda and many people relate to growing up to the Boss.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I even like stuff he doesn't listen to anymore, mostly stuff him and my mom listened to when they where together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also struck me how much cooler he is then me. Well he has had 28 years on my to get cooler. But when I think about it he's introduced most of the world's  best music to me, and laid down a music history for me, that influences my taste now. Also he can where insulated crocks and  rebuild a trailer and not know how cool it is. Maybe it's that almost 50 year old man coolness that sets in and makes up for being such a loser in high school, but really you're the coolest one there just no one knows it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How taste does change, what was discovering then and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophomore year of high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nirvana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Pixies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social Distortion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PUSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sophomore year of college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natalie Portman's Shaves Head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Blow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M.I.A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cat Power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wilco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ghostland Observatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;First CD I bought on my own: Smash Mouth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-6228401399650549030?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6228401399650549030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=6228401399650549030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6228401399650549030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6228401399650549030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-capsule.html' title='Time Capsule'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-2927697897788552986</id><published>2008-03-23T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:16:08.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain forest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympic national park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Push'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pacific ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second beach'/><title type='text'>On the edge of a continent</title><content type='html'>In a kind of impulsive unplanned idea Riley and I went on a sort spring break vacation. We backpacked and camped at Second Beach in La Push, Washington. I found the place on the Olympic National Parks website. Second beach is west of Forks right on the Washington cost. It was sand and rock stacks facing the void of the Pacific Ocean, we were at the edge of a continent. It's a haunting feeling facing the open ocean, nothing in front of you for miles but the vast blue of the biggest ocean in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 On the drive there we stopped at the World's Largest Spruce Tree, I peed on it of course. We hiked about a mile to the beach and found a great site on a small bluff above the shore. We made camp, explored and ate vegetarian chili and bread. Made fire, then slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 Oatmeal, then more exploring, we walked to the end of the breach. There are pictures on facebook if you want a looksie. We tried to track animal footprints in the sand, to no avail. I built a fort out of drift wood and Riley made a sundial. Everything was fine until night. It was warmer than the night before but the wind was picking up. The wind got even stronger followed by rain, lots and lots of rain. There would be no sleep. It was scary, it felt like the rain fly and tent could blow away any minute. Poseidon was behind us and he was angry! Maybe it was because I peed on the world's largest spruce tree. It hit me in the night that as we tried to sleep our backs faced an entire ocean, we were at the mercy of it. There could be some storm or tsunami and we wouldn't have a clue. I've lived my the sea my whole life but where I lived was different it was protected by peninsulas and islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 Well we made it through the night. In the morning I pooped on the beach between the privacy of drift wood. There was no one around, I just felt like the ocean was watching me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-2927697897788552986?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2927697897788552986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=2927697897788552986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2927697897788552986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2927697897788552986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-edge-of-continent.html' title='On the edge of a continent'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7813469210030401872</id><published>2008-03-21T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T03:11:56.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empire strikes back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='han solo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Sleep and the Empire</title><content type='html'>What I do before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;check facebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;check e-mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;check blogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;look at Toothpaste for Dinner, Natalie Dee, and Married to the Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;look at cnn.com to make sure the world hasn't ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;look at nfl.com, cause I'm a football nerd (it's possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yum cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;facebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brush teeth &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read until my eyes do that funny thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I just watched Empire Strikes Back, god that movie rocks. It's the best one hands down. You know what the biggest problem with the new ones is? No Han Solo character, there is no scoundrel in I,II and III.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7813469210030401872?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7813469210030401872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7813469210030401872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7813469210030401872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7813469210030401872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleep-and-empire.html' title='Sleep and the Empire'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-6786359586206579647</id><published>2008-03-14T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:13:02.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pie day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pi day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><title type='text'>Pi Day</title><content type='html'>I'm sleep deprived and my head is full of the Civil War. I'm done with the quarter but I don't feel the least bit relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pi day and all want is to have some pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But pie's not good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel beat up and hallow. The things I care about seem selfish, and when I accomplish them I only find new things to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to realize I will never be able to travel in the near future. I hate money. I envy those who get to travel. I want a piece of the pie. That forbidden slice of pie. How dare you admit that you're just in it for the money. Maybe I've just convinced myself I need to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I used to stick my head in the couch, the part where the bottom cushion meets the arm. I would wedge my head in there and pretend I was a mole and I would fit and find a world living in the cushions of the couch. I would just float around a world of soft cushion goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got their pie pan, you just need to be able to afford the ingredients, know how to make it, and let it bake in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still believe in capitalism? My family hasn't seen much good out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the rain is getting to me&lt;br /&gt;and the lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll feel better, sorry for the rant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-6786359586206579647?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6786359586206579647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=6786359586206579647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6786359586206579647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6786359586206579647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/pi-day.html' title='Pi Day'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-3020266065312779168</id><published>2008-03-11T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:25:42.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joe bowen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walt whitman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Conner'/><title type='text'>Nothing can happen more beatiful than death</title><content type='html'>Joe Bowen, a friend of mine passed away this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gone now, and that's it. I will miss him,  as will anyone that knew him. I'm not going to talk about how he died, that's not important. What is important is remembering him and reflecting on his time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe it was a blast. Going to the drive-in seeing Talladega Nights with the hope of running into some girls that may have been there. Eating pizza in the back of a cramped hybrid with Katy Blevins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Fader-ade at bible studies thinking they didn't have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have that vanilla flavored mini vodka bottle you gave me before I left for college. I don't know whether to save it or drink it in your honor. I'm leaning to the later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sitting behind me in Biology class thinking I'm the craziest mother fucker in the world. And somehow getting past it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouraging me to wrestle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Joe, you are forever in my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago a made a "Life List" to accomplish over my life. And though life can't be compounded to a list of goals it is nice to see them listed, a map for something important to do on this wild ride we call life. It takes death, most of the time to slap us into sense. It's unattainable, it can go in a blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Life List of Charlie Huddleston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graduate from college&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Road trip across America&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a comic book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a novel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to ride a bike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Europe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perform in a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open my own diner/business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make out in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend a whole day in bed with someone I love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become a teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run for mayor of a town&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Build a tree house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This is what I have, I could add more over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can happen more beautiful than death - Walt Whitman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-3020266065312779168?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3020266065312779168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=3020266065312779168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3020266065312779168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3020266065312779168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing-can-happen-more-beatiful-than.html' title='Nothing can happen more beatiful than death'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-462309275404632831</id><published>2008-03-10T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:56:03.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stomachs have their own brains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the reef'/><title type='text'>Butterflies in My Stomach at the Reef</title><content type='html'>So I'm kind of on top of the world right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, my close friend Tasha got fired a couple days ago. Our bosses are monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I woke up at 8:30, I thought that was weird so I went back to sleep and woke up to a phone call. Tasha, "Lets go to the Greenery." Then Riley, "Lets go to the Greenery fool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Greenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I got all stressed out and in a panic, so I called my Old Man, he was actually home. We talked for about half an hour and it was good. He helped calm me down. We talked about football, ipods, camping in his refurbished trailer, and work. I was freaked out because I had everything set up last year. I need a job this summer, I'll need to find a house/apartment, find a job in Olympia during the school year. Good fucking Grief! He said I'd be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm venting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm on top of the world? Just because of the magic that happens at The Reef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know stomachs have their own brains. Like to tell you when to poo. I learned this at The Reef among many other wonderful things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-462309275404632831?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/462309275404632831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=462309275404632831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/462309275404632831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/462309275404632831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/butterflies-in-my-stomach-at-reef.html' title='Butterflies in My Stomach at the Reef'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-2546443041297215764</id><published>2008-03-07T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:15:49.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know who you are so i won&apos;t put your name down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love is like running into a brick wall'/><title type='text'>Our Ship is Sinking</title><content type='html'>Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;i don't need you&lt;br /&gt;i don't want you&lt;br /&gt;now look at you're hands all&lt;br /&gt;full of blood where&lt;br /&gt;my heart used to sit&lt;br /&gt;in your&lt;br /&gt;grasp&lt;br /&gt;you had complete control&lt;br /&gt;captain of the mother fucking&lt;br /&gt;ship, and&lt;br /&gt;you plunged it into&lt;br /&gt;the sea&lt;br /&gt;fuck you&lt;br /&gt;you can't have it&lt;br /&gt;the ship is sinking but&lt;br /&gt;i won't let you&lt;br /&gt;take it down with you&lt;br /&gt;this heart is mine&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should thank you&lt;br /&gt;for leaving me there&lt;br /&gt;in the cold night air&lt;br /&gt;it was refreshing&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;a wake up call&lt;br /&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;how you feel&lt;br /&gt;to me&lt;br /&gt;now I'm safe in&lt;br /&gt;a lifeboat&lt;br /&gt;just me and my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-2546443041297215764?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2546443041297215764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=2546443041297215764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2546443041297215764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2546443041297215764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-ship-is-sinking.html' title='Our Ship is Sinking'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7746076903506934760</id><published>2008-03-04T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:32:38.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brett Favre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ducks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the days run away'/><title type='text'>The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over The Hills</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty great. Yeah I haven't blogged in awhile, for those 3 people that read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a meeting with Peggster, it went pretty well. I can now trust her as a reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sunny and I kept running into people on Red Square. I ran into Kaelyn, a friend that was in The Birds. I went to get I CD I made for her, but couldn't give cause she was sick on the last show. We hung out in th library and it was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some letters and stamps at the book store! (thank you letter to Gramps) And for mailing in Apps for summer jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which could be:&lt;br /&gt;Camp Orkila or another camp&lt;br /&gt;Wild Life/Natural Resources Service&lt;br /&gt;WA State Parks Service&lt;br /&gt;Wild Forest Fire Fighter&lt;br /&gt;or whatever I can find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still deciding if I'm staying in Oly or going back to LC to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that, getting a F'n house for next year/summer. I want something with a yard so I can get a duck and name it Sunscreen. West side would be cool. One can dream. I'm in the talks with several people for rooming. (Matt Louv, Caleb, anyone from the 4th floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Burf-Day Party last Saturday. It was a fucking Blast! Thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett Favre retired today. It feels weird. He is the greatest quarterback of my time, if not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Spring is coming, shit. I want to have a film contest for a program, and bring back the slip n' slide with Riley and Tasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dams, my Old Man was right. The older you get, the faster timer goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title comes from my favorite Bukowski book of poetry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7746076903506934760?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7746076903506934760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7746076903506934760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7746076903506934760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7746076903506934760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/days-run-away-like-wild-horses-over.html' title='The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over The Hills'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-2906235076150563034</id><published>2008-02-26T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T02:24:57.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1988'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sasquatch festival 08'/><title type='text'>20th Birthday: THERE WILL BE BLOOD</title><content type='html'>It's hard to type so this blog will be short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm two decades old as of February 25th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1988 i was in a hospital, and in 2008 I was in a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I broke Corbin's window trying to get my keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lacerated my wrist and palm. There was BLOOD. Lots. Tasha and I freaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emergency room, stitches and glue, PERCOCET. Balloons and Strawberries from Tasha and Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Robin, cause you can't eat at the greenery on your B-Day. then The Reef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all you for your birthday wishes and being there at the hospital and thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the lineup for Sasquatch 08 came out today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost a dream lineup for me. 3 days long this year. I've never gone, but this year I'm all in.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go?&lt;br /&gt;May 24-26&lt;br /&gt;R.E.M&lt;br /&gt;The Cure&lt;br /&gt;M.I.A&lt;br /&gt;DCFC&lt;br /&gt;New Pornographers&lt;br /&gt;Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Flight of the Concords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just a few&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-2906235076150563034?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2906235076150563034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=2906235076150563034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2906235076150563034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2906235076150563034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/20th-birthday-there-will-be-blood.html' title='20th Birthday: THERE WILL BE BLOOD'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-4672026403070713186</id><published>2008-02-23T01:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T01:46:08.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat power'/><title type='text'>C to the A to the T to the Power</title><content type='html'>I picked up a Stranger to read backstage during the play today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Power is playing in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-4672026403070713186?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4672026403070713186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=4672026403070713186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4672026403070713186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4672026403070713186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/c-to-a-to-t-to-power.html' title='C to the A to the T to the Power'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-3506380628439116701</id><published>2008-02-22T00:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:49:53.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evergreen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>I was meant for the stage</title><content type='html'>So tonight was the first showing of the play I'm in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Birds. &lt;/span&gt;Not the Hitchcock one, but the Greek comedy. It went pretty well, I got a bunch of laughs. A group of my friends were there also, it was really awesome to see them come out and watch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in this play has rebooted my love of theatre. I'm riding on some confidence and want to bring it into more plays at Evergreen. There is no other feeling like being on stage, feeling the laughs of other people charge you up like a battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was joking with my friends about writing or directing my own play. Matt said I should write one about my imagination and what goes on in my head. Even though it sounds really cocky I kind of want to now. A theatrical display of the inside of my head. That's kind of the purpose of my blog but this would be visual. Maybe my ego is getting out of control.&lt;br /&gt;.............Yes, I'd play myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A play I've always wanted to be in is Harvey. Plays at Evergreen are just so full of politics, sex and stuff, which is great too. I just want to do a light hearted fun play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lust of the stage has also prompted me to start going to Improv and Sketch meetings after the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Old Man's coming over for the play Saturday to see my play and hang out. That's cool. He's gonna stay in my dorm, I thought it would be weird leaving him there while I go the cast party, but he's cool with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This play has also made me care a whole lot less about being shirtless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Reef.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-3506380628439116701?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3506380628439116701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=3506380628439116701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3506380628439116701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3506380628439116701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-meant-for-stage.html' title='I was meant for the stage'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-2633504901041407274</id><published>2008-02-16T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T01:43:37.653-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Finding My Balance</title><content type='html'>I don't do well at balancing things. I mean this figuratively and literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going Jr. gymnastics when I was like 6 or 7 with my childhood friend Carson. My favorite thing there was the foam pit because, well all you had to do was jump in it. I could not handle any of those balancing exercises. From then on I was doomed to inherit a clumsy and spazy personality. I'm cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can't balance my time.&lt;br /&gt;Which leads to time spent with friends. Not to sound like Mr. Popular, but I've made a ton of friends at Evergreen. Now, I've been starting to feel the stretch of that. I want to be everywhere at once, I want to explode into the cosmos and be around them all. Not to mention my friends back home from La Conner. Donovan is the only who still is a big part in my life. I've kept contact with Jenny and a few others. All have us have grown into our own worlds. I feel like adulthood is starting to sink its claws into me and I've been on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't balance my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I don't file them away neatly into the caverns of my brain. I don't rationally process them. I act on them in the raw moment. This makes for sticky situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An emotion is born in your stomach, it travels up into your heart where the heart decides how to feel, it then spreads that feeling through your body with each pump. That feeling flows in a wave through the arms to the legs and each toe, sinks in your bones, it crawls up your spin and makes its way into your head. There it explodes like a bomb. Your hair stands up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held you&lt;br /&gt;felt every blood cell&lt;br /&gt;move through you&lt;br /&gt;in your hands&lt;br /&gt;i saw mine&lt;br /&gt;there was an&lt;br /&gt;empty feeling in&lt;br /&gt;my chest&lt;br /&gt;gone&lt;br /&gt;then found&lt;br /&gt;right there&lt;br /&gt;in your gaze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-2633504901041407274?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2633504901041407274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=2633504901041407274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2633504901041407274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2633504901041407274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/finding-my-balance.html' title='Finding My Balance'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-7163234405782266418</id><published>2008-02-14T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:59:28.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring quarter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the diving bell and the butterfly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Decisions &amp; Situations</title><content type='html'>Winter Quarter is gonna come to a close soon. Then I'll have to find a real class to take. After this year I will be halfway done with my Liberal Art's, then two more to be a teacher (if I still wanna do that). So I guess the programs I'm picking have more meaning to them.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;Reality Check: Indian Images and (Mis)representations&lt;br /&gt;    - Most logical choice for my history endorsements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So You Want to be psychologist?&lt;br /&gt;    - I don't want to be a psychologist I just want to learn about it. There's a field trip to California.            $$$ and I'm sure teaching deals a lot with psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning about Learning&lt;br /&gt;    - This is actually kinda for people who want to be teachers. But it kinda looks silly and not fun         at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry New York&lt;br /&gt;    - You go to New York to read, write, live, and breathe poetry. I'd have to turn in a 10 page portfolio. The poetry I write isn't anything special I just like making words sound pretty and make emotions look like something.  I'd be out of my element. It would also expend all my travel savings. Actually I might not even have enough. It would also mean quiting my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to travel. I'm saving, but I don't know how long that stash of money can be saved. I want to do an Independent contract where I drive across the country. That's a year away. I also plan to live of campus and have a normal job next year. And shit always will happen and I'll have to dip in my savings. One thing I can do is keep my social spending down, but oh do I love going to The Reef and seeing movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I'm hoping I'll find some sort of direction in my life. So friends that read this I'm open to  advice via real life or here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been an ass lately. I don't have much for excuses. So I'm sorry, I'm trying to control myself. I'm starting to feel some weight on my shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diving Bell and The Butterfly &lt;/span&gt;tonight. It was a fucking great movie. I suggest it to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye the way, fuck Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe it's to easy to hate on Valentines Day. I'll see what happens, all I know is that I have to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-7163234405782266418?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7163234405782266418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=7163234405782266418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7163234405782266418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/7163234405782266418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/decisions-situations.html' title='Decisions &amp; Situations'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-2548830087430599655</id><published>2008-02-11T01:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:58:14.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donovan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caucus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Conner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delegate'/><title type='text'>Matt Meets La Conner</title><content type='html'>The drive was rainy and gloomy, but we made good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;Matt got to see the views of the valley as we drove through Conway to La Conner. I was a little nervous about how he'd mix with my family and friends. We are Crazy. I introduced him to my Old Man and crazy Great Aunt Mary. Then I took him on a walking tour of La Conner. It rained like a bastard. We were wet, miserable, cold, and hungry. This led to getting some power muffins and bagels at Pioneer Market. Matt discovered his bagel had mold in it. Not a good start. Matt enjoyed the channel and named of a bunch of birds (he could say any name of a bird and I would believe him). He also fantisized about fishing. Had some Mexican food at El Gintano. After our bellies were filled we went to my old working place the Gull Station, I was a gas hop there, it's old school like that. It's also the local video store. We picked out the 5 for 5 for 5 deal: Rocky Balboa, Kevin Smith, Waiting, The Host, and Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Rocky and waited for Donovan to get off work (Safeway). Donovan is one best friend from La Conner and the driving force behind many of the shinanigans we get into. He gets to LC at 10ish and we head out for some urban exploring. We decide to reclaim The Cannery! The Cannery is old, condemned, dark, scary, dangerous, haunted and most importantly abandoned. To much frustration we can't find a way in. Donovan is trying one last attempt and I'm getting that feeling our luck is running out. I see head lights. "Car!" I yell. Donovan and I scramble to the back of a more modern marine building, Matt is having difficulty reacting, I grab him and bring him behind the structure. I take a peak, It's a sheriff car and it pulls up behind my parked Volvo. I tell Donovan, he doesn't believe me at first, but soon trust me upon hearing the panic in my voice. He immediatly disbands his B&amp;amp;E tools. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm screwed." Donovan takes hold of the situation. "Come on lets think this through, walk this way." We move away from the building ninja like. "Okay, lets just say we went for a walk to Hole in the Wall." I reason. "Yeah! Perfect." says Donovan. "You just tell him that you're showing your friend from out of town around. Which is the truth." We loop around and casually walk to the car. To our luck the cop car is driving away. No ticket on my car either, weird. We take it as a sign and head back home to brainstorm our next adventure. We ended up eating cereal and watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;My Dad woke us up. "There's a bunch of kayaks racing in the channel! Wanna come watch?" We stumble out of bed and walk to the channel where the kayaks are, only a couple yards from the cannery where we were last night. The only requirement in the race was muscle power. One guy used his arms to paddle, another guy had one leg! It was epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the caucus. It was held in my old high school. Each area of La Conner was split up in groups according to where you live. Mine was in the gym. My Old Man, Matt, and I sat in the back like cool kids, Tom Robbins took a seat by us, obviously gravitated by our coolness. The leader opened the floor to anyone to speak for Hilary Clinton......nothing. Now for Obama. I looked around, then shot my hand up. I went down in front of the bleachers and explained why I support Obama. "I support Obama for a few simple reasons, I believe in his policy on the Iraq War, I do not believe in this war, my next concerns are health care and education. I come from a working class family and it would be nice to see some health care." I broke the ice, I was followed by a bunch of Obama supporters and a few Clinton ones. The delegate break down came to 7 Obama, 1 Clinton. We split up and nominated people as delegates. My Dad nominated me. All the nominees went up together said there name and what they wanted. I didn't know what the hell I was getting myself into. Anyway I got elected, I looked at the paper, 59 votes more than anybody else. That's pretty cool. So now I'm Delegate for Barack Obama of La Conner, WA. So on April 12th I go back to the County Caucus or something. I'm excited about this, I want to kick ass at it. I was joking with my Dad about starting a career in politics, become mayor of La Conner, then a senator, finally a run for president. Well I can dream can't I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, when Donovan got off work we went back to The Cannery to find his stuff. We were found it without any close calls. Then Donovan had to get a paycheck at the Fire Dept. which is next to a sea cave. The tide happened to be out, our next adventure was upon us. We charged across the beach through the slippery seaweed and sharp barnacles. Matt was falling behind, he's used to his soft sandy beaches in California. He mentioned his worry of "Rouge Waves!" To that I explained our geographic location to ease his fear. We found the cave. Next came the tradition of going to the sea cave, once you get to the end of it you take a pee in it. All three of us made our marks then left the stormy seaside. Anacortes was next on the list. We went to the Donut House, they have French Curlers with pick icing there! The best thing the French ever did. We finished the night off driving around and going to a park by the marina, where Matt found a mysterious can of beer (Coors Light) unopened. Matt and Donovan shared the gift form the heavens. Donovan also managed to hit on a statue that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;The Old Man and I stressfully filled out my FAFSA. Lets hope it went through smoothly. Sometimes it pays to be poor. I hope I get the same help I did this year. I also plan to live off campus which will be tougher money wise.&lt;br /&gt;We drove back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-2548830087430599655?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2548830087430599655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=2548830087430599655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2548830087430599655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2548830087430599655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/matt-meets-la-conner.html' title='Matt Meets La Conner'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-2108470747943119180</id><published>2008-02-08T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T01:26:56.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gatorade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Conner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skate town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>Adventure to Home!</title><content type='html'>Matt and I will be heading to La Conner tomorrow for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;ETA is about 2:30 Friday&lt;br /&gt;ETD sometime Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda:&lt;br /&gt;Fly down I-5 blast' n skate town music and drinking Gatorade.&lt;br /&gt;Park, maybe put in some laundry.&lt;br /&gt;Give him the tour of town.&lt;br /&gt;Eat.&lt;br /&gt;??????????????&lt;br /&gt;Donovan gets off work @ 10ish&lt;br /&gt;Nighttime Urban Exploring&lt;br /&gt;Sleep?? Hot Pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with the Old Man&lt;br /&gt;Caucus for Obama&lt;br /&gt;Figure out my FAFSA................not skate town&lt;br /&gt;make up for un-skate town activities&lt;br /&gt;Shoot guns with Donovan&lt;br /&gt;Anancortes&lt;br /&gt;More Exploring and adventuring fueled by pizza and Gatorade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Evergreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-2108470747943119180?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2108470747943119180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=2108470747943119180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2108470747943119180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/2108470747943119180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/adventure-to-home.html' title='Adventure to Home!'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-333808838403783633</id><published>2008-02-07T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:21:15.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>The Weather.......</title><content type='html'>Is fucking crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-333808838403783633?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/333808838403783633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=333808838403783633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/333808838403783633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/333808838403783633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/weather.html' title='The Weather.......'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-5891596521181708741</id><published>2008-02-04T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:00:54.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Conner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super bowl'/><title type='text'>When Everything Looks to be Gloom, Just Yell</title><content type='html'>The New York Giants won the Super Bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think much of you reading this cares, but this was one of the greatest Super Bowls of all time. What an upset! At the end of the night my voice was almost gone from yelling so much. Every so often I'd look at Jai's face, she just looked at us in awe. Anyway Tasha and I put a cup of coffee at The Reef on the line. A bunch of us went there and I enjoyed my victory cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underdogs. Everything in the world will seemingly be going the other way, but some how, some where, there will be an underdog there to upset the whole balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a play can be fun, but it also bits into my time. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my sisters birthday, better call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Jai's face. It's funny how big a role sports plays in human culture. I grew up with football, the Super Bowl was always like a holiday around my house. This has been passed on to me. At Evergreen the majority of people don't care about it. That's different to me. It was really fun to have those who showed up cheering with me. It sucks how liking a certain sport creates a personality you're supposed to fit. If you like football it means you're a backwards hat wearing bro, soccer/hippie and so on. I kinda lost track with what I was trying to say, you get it. Everyone has there on thing and people should just have fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading to good Old La Conner this weekend. My buddy Matt Louvy Louvitto is probably coming along. It will be fun to so him around my old stomping ground. I feel when I bring my college friends to LC they get a better understanding of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;smoldering on the edge&lt;br /&gt;of his drooped lips&lt;br /&gt;eyes squinted hard&lt;br /&gt;making sure the lines are&lt;br /&gt;straight and even&lt;br /&gt;the hum and idle of&lt;br /&gt;the lawnmower create the&lt;br /&gt;monsters roar&lt;br /&gt;tearing green flesh&lt;br /&gt;onto his New Balance&lt;br /&gt;shoes&lt;br /&gt;a forgotten G.I. Joe&lt;br /&gt;is in impending doom&lt;br /&gt;the roar stops&lt;br /&gt;holds it in&lt;br /&gt;his sweaty hand&lt;br /&gt;he his returned to&lt;br /&gt;his fort at the&lt;br /&gt;base of a tree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-5891596521181708741?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5891596521181708741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=5891596521181708741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5891596521181708741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5891596521181708741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-everything-looks-to-be-gloom-just.html' title='When Everything Looks to be Gloom, Just Yell'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-5054384374570213758</id><published>2008-02-01T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T02:47:41.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super bowl'/><title type='text'>Puddle Dancing in February</title><content type='html'>It's February. The craziest month of them all. I mean it's spelled weird and has only 28 or 29 days depending on the year. It's a leap year this year. I also turn 20 on the 25th, there's that stupid holiday about love, Day of Absence, Day of Presence, and the mother Freak'n SUPER BOWL. Every weekend this month is booked for me, which is cool because February also has the most miserable weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling super good lately. Not exactly sure why, I'm should be stressed out about my job and school work, but I'm just not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I'm in a play. It's called The Bird's (not Hitchcock) being but on by the Phron. I play Heracles which is the Greek version of Hercules. For this part I go on stage basically without a shirt on. I am super self conscious when my shirt is off. The play is on 21, 22, 23 of February. The last weekend. I think my old man is coming up to see it. That's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to La Conner next weekend. I need to get some shit in order, and it's away to get out of Oly. It's funny to think I'm going to La Conner to get out. I need to figure out my FAFSA crap. So hopefully my good for nothing employers get my W2 out. It's also the Saturday when the state caucus is. So I get to go to my old high school and yell about how cool Obama is. Some of my friends are coming along to. I love showing people where I grew up. To most of them it's extremely different to their hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to stay away from blogging about much romantic stuff in my life. You know, it just doesn't belong here. Except maybe poetry or something super important. But I think I doubted myself to soon on my "ouch" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a Super Bowl Party on my floor. Tasha's helping put. The Super Bowl is probably my favorite holiday, and it's not even a real holiday. It's the New England Patriots V. New York Giants. I'm rooting for the Giants because I hate the Patriots(cheaters) and I always side with the underdog. Just to make things interesting, Tasha always roots against me. This normally ends in her favor because I root for the underdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Rambo. I was kinda surprised. Yeah it had a whole bunch of outrageous action and violence. But deep in there was a shimmer of a meaning. In a strange sense it brings attention to the genocide in Burma. It also plays on violence and all the fucked up shit in the world and how people can seem so hopeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-5054384374570213758?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5054384374570213758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=5054384374570213758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5054384374570213758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5054384374570213758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/puddle-dancing-in-february.html' title='Puddle Dancing in February'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-6331217699056802285</id><published>2008-01-28T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:32:24.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top ten movies 2007'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Movies 2007</title><content type='html'>1. No Country For Old Men&lt;br /&gt;2. There Will Be Blood&lt;br /&gt;3. Micheal Clayton&lt;br /&gt;4. Juno&lt;br /&gt;5. Darjeeling Limited&lt;br /&gt;6. 3:10 To Yuma&lt;br /&gt;7. Before the Devil Knows You're Dead&lt;br /&gt;8. Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bourne&lt;/span&gt; Ultimatum&lt;br /&gt;10. Knocked Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I haven't seen but I know I will like:&lt;br /&gt;The Savages, Margot at the Wedding, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Control, I'm Not There, Atonement, Ratatouille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame:&lt;br /&gt;American Gangster, The Golden Compass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolest Movies Coming out this Summer:&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight, Iron Man, Indiana Jones  4, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Incredible&lt;/span&gt;  Hulk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-6331217699056802285?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6331217699056802285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=6331217699056802285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6331217699056802285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6331217699056802285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/top-10-movies-2008.html' title='Top 10 Movies 2007'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-681328880073100182</id><published>2008-01-27T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T12:25:58.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the next door neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love is like running into a brick wall'/><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>For reasons a little beyond blog world I don't think she'll call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went dancing last night. I saw The Next Door Neighbors, they were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;After that I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; depressed and angry about stuff. Riley tried to calm me down but I was uncontainable, I was in full asshole mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right about stuff and it made me angry. What happens with a lot of girls I like is that I like them so much I end up making them up in my head. I invest so much o my heart thinking they're the one, and boom, my heart gets broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens often, but not all the time. They are those who have grown to love, for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I slept in, so I better start my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-681328880073100182?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/681328880073100182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=681328880073100182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/681328880073100182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/681328880073100182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-591435844008513886</id><published>2008-01-25T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:35:41.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superpower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='civil war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bosses suck'/><title type='text'>She Makes My Heart Go Beat'n</title><content type='html'>Last night I asked out a girl on a whim. She works at the Greenery and she's super cute. I wrote on a napkin: "would you like to get coffee with me sometime?" followed by my number and name. I got that feeling, like right before I was about to jump off a cliff into a lake last summer. I forced my body to jump even though my mind was screaming NO! I jumped I handed her the folded napkin and went back to my seat. After a couple minutes she came and sat across from me. What I got was kind of mixed response but leaning to the good side.&lt;br /&gt;She said she was very busy and had two jobs and didn't have time for a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I responded, "I just want to have a cup of coffee with you."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," she said. "Well I have your number"&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop smiling and my heart was going crazy. She said bye to me as I left. So I might sound crazy but I kinda have this superpower. My power is extremely accurate "gut feelings." There are some people I can tell I will not like and some that I know I'll get along with greatly. I have been wrong before(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maxime&lt;/span&gt; and Vegan Andy). With greenery girl I have this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt; good feeling about her. Well I hope she calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Barns &amp;amp; Nobel today. I really wanted to get a Batman comic, but resisted. I need to find some more books for my Civil War contract. Suggestions? I got some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bukowski&lt;/span&gt; poetry, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The People Look Like Flowers at Last, &lt;/span&gt;and a map of Washington(Atlas was $22 bucks, lame). This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; for a trip this spring quarter with Hetty. We both want to do something  amazing on a budget. We're thinking of camping in Eastern Washington. I hope I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blood Meridian &lt;/span&gt;during this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also make one o my bosses red in the face last week. That was amazing. It was about them painting over the murals in the dorms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Specifically&lt;/span&gt; the ones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;prospies&lt;/span&gt; and their parents see. Fuck that noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Tasha and Matt are gone, this = lame. They are two corner stones in my circle of friends and fun. What the hell am I supposed to do now! Did they ever think of that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-591435844008513886?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/591435844008513886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=591435844008513886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/591435844008513886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/591435844008513886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/she-makes-my-heart-go-beatn.html' title='She Makes My Heart Go Beat&apos;n'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-6949894798166649127</id><published>2008-01-21T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:38:34.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Diving into the Deep Unknown</title><content type='html'>As most people who read this would know, I've never been drunk before. That changed last night. Sure I've had a beer here or there in the past but I have never wanted to make that step into the drunken sea. To many o my friends I can see how you think this act is hypocritical of me. I have been hard on those who do drink in the past, and have built strength to not drink off of those who have shard my views or experiences. This was a personal step in trying to understand. This doesn't mean I will become a social drinker, but it doesn't mean I will claim to be straight edge anymore. In actuality I hope this will help make me a less bitter person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been harsh with people's mistakes. I'm working  on this.&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I ask you to forgive me as I make mine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-6949894798166649127?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6949894798166649127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=6949894798166649127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6949894798166649127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6949894798166649127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/diving-into-deep-unknown.html' title='Diving into the Deep Unknown'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-181129671426709843</id><published>2008-01-18T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:46:44.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universal health care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teeth'/><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>Sucks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dentist appointment. My whole life I never had the same dentist or doctor. This is mostly do to a rocky financial and health care situation. Last week I was feeling some pain from my wisdom teeth coming in so I decided to find a dentist. I found a good review of this Jeff Hamilton guy, I mean he does share a name with a former president so that's a good sign. Anyway the whole experience was large dose of adulthood. I had to set an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt;, find the place, fill out forms. Dentists also scare the fuck out o me. I always think they're gonna drop one of those damn pointy tools down my throat. For humans being the top animal on this planet we sure need help taking care of our mouths. I also think they're trying to get every dollar out of you. It's like going to the mechanic. "Oh boy! You need this, this and this done." Not only does he have to take care of some new cavities but he has to fix my old fillings that my economy line dentists tried to do back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this dentist experience has made me reflect on my beloved views of capitalism. I'm sure most of you know how fucked the health care system is, so I won't vent too much. It sucks, there is the incentive of private health care so we have quality work right? There are private insurance companies to help us with these bumps in the road we face. The people with great coverage normally have less money worries so when wisdom teeth comes along it's just another expense. I don't really now what I'm talking about anymore so I'm going to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to keep crying about being a down and out lower-middle class. I am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt;, in my day to day life I am not reminded of my class. But, when health and dental issues come around it's a big reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this, my dentist just gave my a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;referral&lt;/span&gt; to an oral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surgeon&lt;/span&gt; for my wisdom teeth. The scary part is I have know idea how this will be paid for. Any hope to travel could go down the drain because of some damn teeth. At least I still have awhile before I have to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-181129671426709843?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/181129671426709843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=181129671426709843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/181129671426709843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/181129671426709843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-4013040174257188776</id><published>2008-01-14T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T00:31:43.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love is like running into a brick wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat power'/><title type='text'>The Sea of Love</title><content type='html'>There once was a girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With red hair in Mrs. Olsen's class&lt;br /&gt;Who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dissected&lt;/span&gt; a chicken leg with me&lt;br /&gt;Who picked me to dance, then I wrote a love letter&lt;br /&gt;That never liked coffee&lt;br /&gt;Who worked at Preschool with me&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed me on stage&lt;br /&gt;With eyes that changed colors&lt;br /&gt;That drew me pictures and  loved pink&lt;br /&gt;Who was interested in someone else&lt;br /&gt;That could never make up her mind&lt;br /&gt;That had Dinosaur ear rings&lt;br /&gt;Who went away, across the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ..........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we hold hands&lt;br /&gt;I bet you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do&lt;br /&gt;We can even wear gloves&lt;br /&gt;in the cold&lt;br /&gt;But it won't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;Our hands will stay warm&lt;br /&gt;......................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I wrote that, I'm not much of a poet.  Just a way to make feelings look pretty I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into big blue mail box today, among other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-4013040174257188776?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4013040174257188776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=4013040174257188776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4013040174257188776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4013040174257188776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/sea-of-love.html' title='The Sea of Love'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-707551275972216044</id><published>2008-01-12T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:51:52.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the reef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the blow'/><title type='text'>The Blow</title><content type='html'>has changed my life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Khaela&lt;/span&gt; rocks my world in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a show at the Art something or other on 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and Washington. I came there for The Blow, but i tried to show some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt; for the opening bands. Still, not my thing. The Blow was great and I don't really want to talk about it that is was so good. I wish she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; played longer. This band called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gummar&lt;/span&gt; and his mini band, they were wacky and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dancey&lt;/span&gt; but the whole time I kept on thinking the blow should be up there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that I was hanging out with Amanda. It was her birthday we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;batfart&lt;/span&gt; and Bronson's and got some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mochas&lt;/span&gt;. Then we hung out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Maxime&lt;/span&gt; and Hetty. We went to Quality Burrito, first time there, I had a grilled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cadillac&lt;/span&gt;, and yeah it was full of quality. Yet still The Reef was right across the street and it was hard to stay away from its  warm glow. I met Tasha and Carley there and had some coffee. Yummy as Matt would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to work out and eat healthy. I gotta say it's tough but when I do stuff right I feel fantastic. I went grocery shopping and bought a bunch of good-for-you stuff. But my basket was defeated by two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;glistening&lt;/span&gt; donuts. Shame. I'm trying though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-707551275972216044?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/707551275972216044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=707551275972216044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/707551275972216044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/707551275972216044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/blow.html' title='The Blow'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-1090692843658234522</id><published>2008-01-10T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:23:03.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aloe vera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowball fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting fired'/><title type='text'>That Snowball is Made of Fire and Death!</title><content type='html'>Hilary won the New Hampshire Primary, DAMN. McCain's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alright&lt;/span&gt; for a Republican, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night I was waken up to my window neighbor. "Charlie it's snowing!" I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jai&lt;/span&gt; thinking she'd want to know, she already did but came out to watch on the balcony with me. Suddenly we were bombarded by snowballs. I used the snowball shrapnel to fight back, but soon ran out of arsenal. Therefore I bundled up and headed to war on their own ground. The attackers were none other than my fellow RA comrades Colin, Julian, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tez&lt;/span&gt;. I came out of the back exit, fashioned some snowballs and made my move. I managed to break their team and turn it into a wild west shootout, every greener for themselves. As I took aim at Colin's face I saw several of my residents coming out, but instead of standing at their fearless leaders side they attempted to pummel me with snowballs of icy death. I used matrix bullet time moves and flung snowballs at Randy Johnston speed. At the end of the night I, along with everyone else involved was soaking and cold. I made peace and celebrated with my 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor comrades over hot cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to my avail all wasn't well in RAD services land. One RA was upset, and turned into a dragon because their beauty sleep was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; by our happiness. My boss got wind of this and wanted to show what little crap shit people we are for "getting caught up in the moment." Of course she dropped the "I should fire you" bomb that she always tosses around way to easy. Fuck that noise! I have had all sorts of jobs in my 2 decades. Dish washing, fast food,  landscaping, gas station, working for a boat company. I understand doing work and doing it well for my earn. With this job there is no clock in and out then go on with your life. It follows you to every action. Well god damn it if i want to have a snowball fight at midnight, then I'm gonna do it. Life is to short to think about some worthless job. I'm gonna try to hang in there this year, mostly so I don't end up in Camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Quixote&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that left me in a bad mood. I suck at taking care of living things. So far this year I've frozen a fish, killed half and cactus and torture an aloe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vera&lt;/span&gt; plant. I decided to give it up to someone with more of a green thumb then I. One parent left it and another tried to care for it then gave it back. I picked off a dead chunk and without thinking kind of lung it. In all my luck it made a one in a million shot and hit her in the face. I could see the disbelief in her eyes. I felt horrible. I tried to mumble out an apology but the elevator doors closed. Fuck, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; handled that so much better. How do I always get in these situations? I feel like a walking disaster so much! Master Of Disaster is what they should call me. I guess it keeps a blog interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing an Independent Learning Contract this quarter. This means I don't have class or much structure of any kind.  This scares  me because I am a chronic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;procrastinator&lt;/span&gt;. So I really want to travel. I always win the who's traveled the least contest. I thought I would have the chance to do this, because of a stroke of luck on financial aid, but it looks like I'm getting less than expected. I've had several travel dreams floating around my head....&lt;br /&gt;Europe - Do it all, problem unrealistic in funds&lt;br /&gt;Ireland/UK - go back to my roots, problem $$$&lt;br /&gt;Costa Rica - sun, beaches, jungles, speaking Spanish. I could do this WOOFING thing and with the exchange rate it would be easier on the $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Roadtrip&lt;/span&gt; Across America, it's easy to find people excited to do this with me(Tasha, Donovan) so there could be shared funds, I could also turn this into a contact. Problem! I have plenty of credit in U.S. History, it would be great to see America, but I really have an itching for international travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back from the Reef tonight I found stretchy dinosaurs in front of my door. This made me super happy. So if who ever did it is a reader I thank you so much and want to give you a huge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-1090692843658234522?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1090692843658234522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=1090692843658234522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/1090692843658234522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/1090692843658234522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/that-snowball-is-made-of-fire-and-death.html' title='That Snowball is Made of Fire and Death!'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-5914960305939081005</id><published>2008-01-04T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:57:31.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind storm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too much music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><title type='text'>Obama Oh Mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; won the Iowa Caucus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;last night. That's cool. My Old Man and I actually got caught watching politics and not football. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; my man so I'm pretty excited. If a politician's speech can give you goose bumps they've got my vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;neurotic&lt;/span&gt; personality got me stranded at home another day. I kept on putting off leaving and then a big ass storm with 90 mph winds rolled in. Oh well it probably wasn't a great idea to drive the midnight express home. I'm getting itchy feet, I mean i love my family and friends, but it's time to leave. I miss Evergreen. I am a little tired of the rain though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;My buddy Donovan talked about getting a house with me in Olympia next year. That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;badass&lt;/span&gt;, best of both worlds. He goes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Skagit&lt;/span&gt;, doing the whole EMT/fire fighter thing. I wonder how he's adapt to Olympia. Being an RA is a pretty sweet deal, but I CANNOT wait until I get a house or apartment. Some of the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor kids and I talk about living in a big house together, that would be amazing, but unrealistic to pull off. I just want a kitchen to cook in. I joke about becoming a stay at home Dad, honestly I wouldn't mind this. I took a quiz and you had to pick what would be your dream job. It was between Artist and Entertainer/actor, I'm still not sure about my decision but I picked the entertainer/actor. None of these is a teacher. Again I am doubting my future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I reorganized my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt;. It's to small(2GB), so have to pick and choose my songs which is a tedious process. My music taste have grown more and more happy/upbeat since high school. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; officially has Jay-Z on it(thanks Corbin). I also try yo keep my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; more upbeat because I plan on working out with it more, also improvised dance parties. I keep my record collection pretty mellow.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-5914960305939081005?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5914960305939081005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=5914960305939081005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5914960305939081005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5914960305939081005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/obama-oh-mama.html' title='Obama Oh Mama!'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-4968221731198055209</id><published>2008-01-03T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:19:56.601-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conan o&apos;brien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american gladiators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work out'/><title type='text'>Beards</title><content type='html'>Last night I was watching Late Night with Conan O'Brien. He and Jay Leno went on air with out writers. I saw the red headed funny man come out with something on his face, it was a beard! I thought it was fake at first, but sure enough it was as real as mine or any other proud bearded person. This made me so happy. Conan was representing the same red Irish beard I rock. It's genius, he had the time during the writers strike to grow, so he never had that awkward growing stage for everyone to see on TV. Also on my winter beak TV binge I saw a commercial for a new American Gladiators, I almost wet my pants when i saw this. I loved this show when i was kid. I've also discovered the channel Chiller. It's a channel on Direct TV dedicated to freaky, horror, and cult shows and movies. Among these it plays Twin Peaks my favorite show ever. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to American Gladiators. I'm a chubby kid, always kinda have, I've grown to be comfortable with that. I lost a bunch when I played football back in high school. Since then its fluctuated greatly. I noticed I was putting it on over break. My Mom, bless her heart just gets so excited when I'm home that she'll cook all my favorite foods. My favorite foods are not good for you.(homemade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carmel&lt;/span&gt; corn, pumpkin bars, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snikerdoodles&lt;/span&gt;, tacos, pancakes,). I mainly want to work out and whatnot for the heath reasons. The old Man has diabetes among other problems, and i have the dame blood. So I'll take his problems as advanced warning signs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plan is pretty simple. Eat better and work out. Easier said, than done. I am an incredibly impulsive person. This leads to buying and eating junk. So urge my close friends to keep me in check on this. For real real, not for play play. Another reason for this is American Gladiators. I always told myself I would try to do it when I was older. Well I'm older and the show is back, I take it as a sign. To even have a snowballs chance in hell to get on the show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; have to be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; physical shape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm strapping on the running shoes and munching on a god damn carrot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugar cereal will be my toughest vice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves Charlie   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-4968221731198055209?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4968221731198055209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=4968221731198055209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4968221731198055209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4968221731198055209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/beards.html' title='Beards'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-8818487073841773300</id><published>2008-01-02T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:43:59.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinny dipping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth or dare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 fingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urban exploring'/><title type='text'>Truth or Dare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Last night started out with some urban exploring with Carley and Donovan. I remembered an abandoned house my old man and I found on a trail. It was located on a beach between Anacortes and the oil refinery. It was further than expected, it was about 2 miles away. Donovan showed his frustration with this every time we passed a road I could have parked the car at and been closer. There wasn't much to the house, a creepy basement with a stove and freezer. It was one of those chest freezers, perfect size for body parts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;After that we headed for Jenny's house where movie night was being held. The movie was over when we got there. The group tried to think of something to do. "Lets break the round about record." "I'm not driving." "My tanks on empty." "My license expired." "No insurance." We are hopeless. He ended up sitting around and talking. Some one came up with the bright idea to play 10 fingers. I hate this game, I always win this game and I'm not sure how good of a thing that is. Then truth or dare. I don't mind this, I never played it in high school. My first dare is to go through my phone book and call a random person and talk to them for at least a minute and a half, Matt Louv's number comes up, I leave him a 2 minute message, mostly singing and then my I'm a fox and I like apple cider routine. Giving a banana a Bj was my grand finale of dares. Carley was dared to go streaking and she did it, nothing but shoes. Then she dared Donovan to go skinny dipping in the bay. He doesn't back down, so sure enough we drive down to the bay and the next thing we know Donovan's pasty butt is running down the dock and into the water. He shrills from the cold and makes his way out holding his junk in the most grace full manner. I stand ready with towels. He tells Carley she needs to do it. Alright she says. Jenny follows her to the dock with a blanket ready. Carley strips and now her little bum is racing down the dock, she makes a leap at the end. She out did Donovan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Oh small town life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I'm coming back to Evergreen soon. Pretty much ready to come back. Matt Louv and I were talking about starting a frat. So sk8 town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-8818487073841773300?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8818487073841773300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=8818487073841773300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/8818487073841773300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/8818487073841773300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/truth-or-dare.html' title='Truth or Dare'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-3338873192411417450</id><published>2008-01-01T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:05:52.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the station agent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elephant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Ohhh Eight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I actually had a good New Years! It started out hanging out with Donovan. We hung out at my Dad's and made Spider-man Mac&amp;amp;Cheese and set off fireworks. Then throw old bananas at cars. After that we went to Hannah's house and played a board game called Battle of the Sexes. This is possible the stupidest board game ever created. We left 20 minutes till midnight and went to Michelle's house just in time to watch the space needle and count down. I gathered everybody together with pots and pans for a noise parade around town. We screamed and sang and banged things together in a lap around town. It was a fantastic time! When we got back we realized that the space needle fireworks malfunctioned, ha, so we didn't miss any of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I wanted to bake a cake for 2008, cause it sounded so cool. We went to Jenny's to do this, but we had hot cocoa and got to tired. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Donovan went back to my house and had microwave mini pizzas(cancer) while watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Station Agent &lt;/span&gt;on IFC. IFC is the coolest channel ever. A couple days ago i saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elephant &lt;/span&gt;a Gus Van Sant film. That film was so fucking depressing and disturbing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Okay thats all. Happy New Year kiddos!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-3338873192411417450?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3338873192411417450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=3338873192411417450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3338873192411417450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/3338873192411417450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/ohhh-eight.html' title='Ohhh Eight!'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-6652686018747729741</id><published>2007-12-30T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T02:31:23.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new england patriots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york giants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack in the box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underdog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pushing daisies'/><title type='text'>Crazy Lady at Jack in the Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Leon and I were a sit'n and watch'n the Giants Pats games. The New England Patriots are now 16-0, first time a time has done that since the Dolphins way back in the 60's. The Giants almost had them, god i hate the Patriots. Yes i always root for the underdog, but the Patriots are more than a good football team their cheaters. Nobody remembers they cheated way back when. Fuck that noise. I wonder if it's some weird reflection of my personality that i always root for the underdog. I only enjoy victory in the least likely form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;So we get a aching for cheese burgers. Wendy's? Nah, square burgers. Fuck that shit. We opt for the only fast food I find acceptable in these situations. Jack in the Crack. We get there and order our burgers. Leon is whistling the Moldy Peaches i was playing in the car. Then this old lady yells, "No whistling!" Leon smiles awkwardly and stops his tune. My cRaZy lady alarm is going off. See looks like a Mrs. Claus on crack. I grab our burgers and sit down. I'm about to bite in and the lady yells to Leon "Get me some Ketchup!" I look at him in horror. He smiles and says please and thank you goes a long way. I want out, people don't talk to people in fast food joints. She asks us were we're from. I say Twin Peaks, and smile at leon so she doesn't see me. She continues to babel on about snow and her blue truck. I'm 3/4 on the burger. A ketchup packet wizzies past my ear and lands on the table. Leon has nothing left, he just looks around. Let's get the hell out of here. He nods and we leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;New Years is my least favorite holiday ever. Its right up with Valentines Day. But Valentines at least brought me joy as a kid. New Years sucks. If your a student the real "new year" is in the fall, that's when have some sort of fresh start. New years have just always been crappy for me. What's with that whole bring in the new year with a kiss and get totally wasted....... Maybe it has to do with that witch that cursed me back when i was 9. More on that later...... If anyone has ideas on how to have a good New Years let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I've been watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pushing Daisies, &lt;/span&gt;good show.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-6652686018747729741?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6652686018747729741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=6652686018747729741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6652686018747729741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6652686018747729741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2007/12/crazy-lady-at-jack-in-box.html' title='Crazy Lady at Jack in the Box'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-8689788671677207376</id><published>2007-12-28T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T17:13:03.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrested'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the blow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urban exploring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kimya dawson'/><title type='text'>Almost Getting Arrested</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I almost got arrested today. I was hanging out with Katherine Paul, she rocks. We were on our way to The Business* in Annacortes. On the way we saw a bunch of old junk on this beach in Summit Park. We decided to go check it out and take some pictures. We found an old transit bus that was so badass! Even more Badass was finding an old rusty sign that said explosives on it. I set it to the side and continued to explore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;As we left i took the sign with me. I broke rule 2 of Urban Exploring, "Do not take property, at least in an obvious way." I should've at least waited until night but this sign was so badass that i couldn't wait. DUMB! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;After going to The Business and having pizza at Village I got a call from my old man. He was angry, he said the Sheriff was there looking for me, something about an explosives sign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Fuck! I tell Kathy we have to go. I was calm at first but she started to get me freaked out. Crap who saw us, the owner, oh god the owner is gonna be some crazy old man. I'm going to jail, I'm gonna hand cuffed, court, lawyers, fines, I ain't got the goozalas for this shit. I dropped Katherine off and drove to my impeding doom. Canada then Cuba, start a new life. Oh shut up. I rolled up and saw my Old Man red faced in the driveway. Then the silver Sheriff car. Why the fuck is Sheriff car silver, fuck that shit I bet this hooptie wagon has rims. "Charlie, can I see the sign," Sure i say, i know this cop, he's aight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Long story short he said i could get arrested for trespassing and theft. Lucky me, the owner was cool and didn't press charges he just wanted his sign back. Cool Beans. The sheriff told me to stay out of trouble while i was in town. My Old Man said it was cool sign but i was a fucking idiot. This is true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I got a $25 itunes card for xmas. I got some stuff I'm into so tell me if you approve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Juno soundtrack, includes Kimya Dawson, Moldy Peaches, Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian, The Kinks some: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Lily Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Feist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;The Blow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;CSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Peaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Tokyo Police Club &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;The National &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Landon Pigg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Portishead   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-8689788671677207376?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8689788671677207376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=8689788671677207376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/8689788671677207376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/8689788671677207376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2007/12/almost-getting-arrested.html' title='Almost Getting Arrested'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-4144274408405808297</id><published>2007-12-27T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:01:00.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;So I haven't updated in awhile, I got caught up in all that holiday cheer and whatnot. Christmas was cool, I was at my Mom's house then went to my Dads girlfriends. My sister got me Apples to Apples, the greatest game ever. I played it late christmas night with my Dad and Gaye's (girlfriend) friends and family. Gaye has two sons Eric and Ross, they both rock. Ross is probably the nicest person ever, although he made me sing, which normally wouldn't be a problem but I get real embarrassed around my family. I'll have to put up a link to Ross's blog, it's fantastic.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Prank calls suck. It wasn't that I am sad about what they said to me, it's more that I'm sad people would say things like they did. I miss the Evergreen bubble. I'm going to remember this feeling if I'm about to make assumptions about people. Anyway it's weird.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;You know Blackwater, that private army group. What a creepy organization. Their name cracks me up. You think they could come up with a better name for shady mercenary organization hired by the government. It sounds like something from a movie. Like maybe if they named it Pink Fuzzy Bunnies, people wouldn't notice them so much. Blackwater, come on! How fucking evil do you want to sound. At least it fits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;On a good not i saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juno &lt;/span&gt;last night. It was so sweet. Kimya Dawson and Moldy Peaches soundtrack was FANTASTIC. Once i see Atonement and There Will Be Blood I'll make a top 5 or 10 list. Stay tuned kiddos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-4144274408405808297?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4144274408405808297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=4144274408405808297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4144274408405808297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/4144274408405808297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-break.html' title='Winter Break'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-1313218382453132696</id><published>2007-12-19T16:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:07:37.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am legend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dark knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batman'/><title type='text'>Batman Nerd</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Am Legend. &lt;/span&gt;This was a pretty good flick. Often, when talking with my movie nerd friends I bring up that Will Smith is the last movie star. Key word, movie star, the mere fact that he is in a movie will mean that the film will have success. I can't think of a movie he was in that wasn't at least successful in box office. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Am Legend &lt;/span&gt;made more money in a opening week for the month of December in movie history. Case closed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit, the most exciting part for me was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight (next Batman film) &lt;/span&gt;trailer that played. I just about shit my pants when I saw this preview. For real, real. I grabbed my friend next to me, I knew what was in the first nanosecond. If that's not proof of my nerdom, I don't know what is. Christopher Nolan gave the Batman franchise its balls back with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman Begins &lt;/span&gt;and I've been waiting for the next one since. Nolan has been the first director to actually make a film that pays tribute to Batman's true badassness. Also during &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Am Legend &lt;/span&gt;there is a giant billboard in the background with a Batman logo and a Superman logo. Cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can find the new Batman trailer on youtube, just search "the dark knight" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-1313218382453132696?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1313218382453132696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=1313218382453132696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/1313218382453132696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/1313218382453132696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2007/12/batman-nerd.html' title='Batman Nerd'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-5001435204491319899</id><published>2007-12-15T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T20:08:13.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallon'/><title type='text'>Nothing to do on a Saturday Night? Chug Milk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;It's my second night home and I'm at Donovan and Ari's apartment in Mount Vernon. We're bored. This happens a lot in Skagit Valley because nothing is open after 10. Only Haggen, Denny's, and Shari's. We decide to go to Haggen, a 24 hour grocery store, to get candy and donuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;We sample much of the bulk candy and I get a christmas colored donut. Next would come milk. Donovan dares Mike to drink a gallon of milk in an hour. He backs out and I but in, "I can do it on 25 minutes no problem." What was i thinking. Donovan takes my offer, i have to buy the milk if i can't drink it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;We go back to the apartment, i eat some of my donut and start to chug the milk. This is easy i think. I keep chugging then set it down and look, I've barley made a dent. I keep going at it. My stomach surges, I'm running out of room. My sides start to ache, I can feel my liver and kidneys working overtime. The pain brings me to my knees and my head stings all over. I'm ready to throw up. Ask anyone who knows me, I don't throw up, I haven't since sixth grade. I want to throw up but i can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Donovan shows me "two girls and a cup" on his computer. I DO NOT want to explain what this is, and i urge you all never to see this. This video prompts me to throw up. Milky cottage cheese in all its glory. I still didn't get much out and felt like shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Long story short being bored leads to stupid ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;And apparently you can overdose on dairy.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-5001435204491319899?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5001435204491319899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=5001435204491319899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5001435204491319899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/5001435204491319899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothing-to-do-on-saturday-night-chug.html' title='Nothing to do on a Saturday Night? Chug Milk.'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-6453160302293944022</id><published>2007-12-09T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:35:30.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the reef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rootbeer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee shop'/><title type='text'>End of Quarter Parties, ADHD, and Star Wars</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to my classes end-of-the quarter party. I actually had fun. So what! You might think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what happens at parties, you have fun. For me that's not really the case. I'm not a drinker, not that a have some rule or code, I just don't choose to drink. I've had a hard time with this in the past. And by hard time I mean I'm an asshole. Recently I have been trying to wrestle my "asshole daemon" by respecting peoples  decisions in life, that mine are not righter than others in the least bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to the party with a 12 pack of root beer and joined in a drinking game that was beyond me. I was called a vagina at one point(which was more silly than offensive) but for the most part my peers respected my choice. I punched my judgments in the face and decided to have fun. I danced to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;outkast&lt;/span&gt; and played go fish. What a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up to Riley screaming at my balcony. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CHARRLLLIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;! Come out here there's snow!" I look outside, then go back to bed. I wake up it's half melted. I realize &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; out of cereal. Reef, I'll go to the Reef, eat, and work on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eval&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the bus, this was a nice change to driving. I sat in a both and got out my notepad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-wrote, looking like such a cool sexy college student. I ordered a coffee, 1 pancake, and 1 egg.&lt;br /&gt;I do this think where O put the egg under my pancake, pour on syrup, and stab it with my fork. The yellow yoke bleeds out of the pancake like it got shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really proud of myself for this. When I do to town or run errands by myself I feel uncomfortable, I feel like an adult, I'm more comfortable surrounded by people talking. I've also been working on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conquering&lt;/span&gt; this.  Also I've discovered I work well in  public areas, it's not that i just want to look sexy reading and writing in a coffee shop, it actually helps me concentrate. I think it has something to with my obvious hyper activity and attention span problem. If my parents weren't as cool as they are I'd probably by on medication for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt; or ADD since middle school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! A couple of nights ago some friends and I were walking through Macy's. Matt and I found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gemmed&lt;/span&gt; Star Wars &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hoodies&lt;/span&gt;. Darth Vader, Yoda, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Boba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Fett&lt;/span&gt;, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Stormtrooper&lt;/span&gt;. Now as proud Start Wars nerd I find this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;blasphemous&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Boba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Fett&lt;/span&gt; is NOT allowed to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gemmed&lt;/span&gt; GOD DAMN IT! Why George Lucas Why? Doesn't he know he's hurting his dearest fans? What demographic are they aiming for? Paris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hiltons&lt;/span&gt; that love stormtroopers!!??!! What is the world coming to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-6453160302293944022?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6453160302293944022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=6453160302293944022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6453160302293944022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/6453160302293944022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-quarter-parties-adhd-and-star.html' title='End of Quarter Parties, ADHD, and Star Wars'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-8474020208863777144</id><published>2007-12-08T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T14:00:04.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gas powered blender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabela&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Cabela's &amp; The American Dream</title><content type='html'>I live in Olympia, north of Olympia is a city called Lacy. Olympia has a coffee shop, tattoo parlor, and book store on every corner. Lacy has a Super Wal-Mart, Sizzlers, and lastly Cabela's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not familiar Cabela's is the worlds foremost  outfitter in hunting, fishing,  and outdoor gear. It started as a mail order magazine, and now they are building "showrooms" across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, Riley, Julien, and I a packed in my Volvo. I guys night out in a sense. I'm looking do some sort of American culture experience out of this. Like Hunter S. Thompson in Las Vegas before me. Most people at Evergreen would not  understand why I'm so excited for this. As i drive up the parkway the illuminated gold letters of Cabela's rise out of the ground. It is a castle in log cabin formation, gigantic. The parking lot is packed, primarily the stereotypical vehicles that shoppers at  Cabela's would own, trucks and SUV's complete with firefighter and Bush decals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we enter the doors we are greeted by a mountain display full of every type of animal imagined, all stuffed and placed in epic positions. It is a tribute to anything and everything in North America that can be hunted. Above the mountain is yellow pieper airplane hanging in the air. My eyes dodge around uncontrollable. This is the vortex of the American dream, where do I start? Thats question answered when we ind a tunnel inside the mountain, the tunnel leads us to an aquarium, blue gills and bass on one side, trout on the other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt is quickly swifted into the fishing section while Julien, Riley and I head up stairs and find the guns. And guns we find, a wall of guns. I've never seen anything like this before, so many guns a small war could erupt. I hold a rifle, it makes me feel powerful yes, but badass, not in the least bit. At the end of the gun wall is a shooting gallery. Kids and families take take shots at a howling wolf behind a barrel of whiskey. Little cute killers, how wonderful. I find Riley yelling in the camping section. "Look guys a gas powered blender. Can you believe it?" Oddly I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to make assumptions about these people. Write them off as redneck scum. I'm not here to do that. I'm a beast splashing about in a sea of culture. We all get hung up on how people are supposed to live. This is right, this is wrong and really most of the time we forget that people don't all think the same. It's funny how i can drive 15 minutes and find my self in Evergreen's bizzarro  world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about getting some wool socks but it was time to leave. Riley had enough of this place when he saw the stuffed elephant in the Africa display.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-8474020208863777144?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8474020208863777144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=8474020208863777144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/8474020208863777144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/8474020208863777144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2007/12/cabelas-american-dream.html' title='Cabela&apos;s &amp; The American Dream'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221586753823392890.post-8534290520207115359</id><published>2007-12-08T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T01:22:35.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cormac mccarthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polar bear fights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the road'/><title type='text'>The Road</title><content type='html'>So right now I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Road &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cormac&lt;/span&gt; McCarthy, the guy who wrote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Country for Old Men&lt;/span&gt;. Which is a kick ass movie by the way. Anyway, its fucking good. When I really get into a book or movie I have a habit of living them out in my real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Road &lt;/span&gt;takes place in an ash ridden post-apocalyptic America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does everybody want when the world goes to shit or zombies become a reality?&lt;br /&gt;Guns, food, and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This led me to offhandedly say to a friend that I wanted a gun. My friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Riley&lt;/span&gt;, although completely wrong on his zombie philosophy, (He thinks a bow and arrow would make the best weapon.) was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disgusted&lt;/span&gt; at my remark. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Secretly&lt;/span&gt; i was too. No way would i admit this, so I went full steam into my reasoning. (read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Road&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to own a gun. Just the fact that I would have one is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; enough to want one. Also my strange fantasies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;paranoia&lt;/span&gt; would to fulfilled almost to well. More on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Golden Compass &lt;/span&gt;tonight, pretty much same old crap. But, there was one hell of a polar bear fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221586753823392890-8534290520207115359?l=roarofcharlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8534290520207115359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5221586753823392890&amp;postID=8534290520207115359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/8534290520207115359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221586753823392890/posts/default/8534290520207115359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roarofcharlie.blogspot.com/2007/12/road.html' title='The Road'/><author><name>Charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12642008142655924422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB0M3gfwLrk/R1snlRPaKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XvvmVJmtA9E/S220/n82301687_30287299_3397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
