<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:03:58.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For All Of This</title><subtitle type='html'>"Tonight my heart is cold. Lost in your lies. Shallow replies."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-109400985610926546</id><published>2004-08-31T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T20:37:36.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I hoped that you would comeback, it's been a summer...""It's burning up in here, even though the bed is cold on your side. I'd rather die than spend this night here without you..."Yes. Hi.Everyone is gone. Josh is still in Houston. This is not a good development. I made all these new friends this summer, only for them to leave. And all the friends I have had are pretty much gone too. And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109400985610926546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109400985610926546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109400985610926546' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-109164799778870576</id><published>2004-08-04T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T12:33:17.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Tonight won't make a difference..."Guess I'll post about the last...however many days since you last heard from me.Last Friday I got a call from Andy wanting me to go with himself, his g/f Jackie, and a couple other girls to the movies. I agreed not knowing that I was supposed to be one of the girls dates. Her name was Allison. She's going to be a Senior at Westfield. She was really cute, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109164799778870576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109164799778870576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109164799778870576' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-109164679833219430</id><published>2004-08-04T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T12:13:18.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And now for something completely different..."Thanks to Heather.01. TAKING BACK SUNDAY vs. BRAND NEW &gt; DO NOT make me choose...TBS02. ANATOMY OF A GHOST vs. COHEED &amp; CAMBRIA &gt; Coheed &amp; Cambria03. THE USED vs. THRICE &gt; The Used04. THURSDAY vs. MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE &gt; Thursday05. THE MOVIELIFE vs. FAIRWEATHER &gt; Movielife (RIP)06. FALL OUT BOY vs. THE STARTING LINE &gt; Starting Line07. ATREYU</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109164679833219430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109164679833219430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109164679833219430' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-109116752436483476</id><published>2004-07-29T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T23:05:24.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And everything I know about breaking hearts I learned from you..."So it appears that this semester I will be going to Community College with hopes of transferring to A&amp;M in the spring. I'm not incredibly happy about this turn of events. Honestly, right now my life is not all that spectacular. I have no future to speak of, not many friends, and the few I have made this summer will be gone in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109116752436483476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109116752436483476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109116752436483476' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-109087365548263295</id><published>2004-07-26T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T13:27:35.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Cause maybe you're gonna be the the one that saves me..."Guess I'll throw another post up here.It's funny, a friend of mine named Andy who I have known since I was in 3'rd grade randomly showed up at my pool Thursday. I hadn't seen him in about 5 years, and it turns out he lives in my neighborhood. So Friday night I went with his church group to go bowling. Bowled a 94 and an 83. I was proud</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109087365548263295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109087365548263295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109087365548263295' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-109046309144372385</id><published>2004-07-21T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T19:24:51.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so I updated the links...alot. If you have any suggestions for other cool sites/bands, leave a comment, or just let me know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109046309144372385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109046309144372385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109046309144372385' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-109044296757833209</id><published>2004-07-21T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T17:49:01.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so I was bored and stole this from Caleb. FIRSTS: First best friend: David Gladney actually lol. I've known him since first grade. First date: 11'th grade...like a real one. First real kiss: See above. First break-up: Lol, see above again. First screen name: doublehelix14 First funeral: My grandmother. First pets: Snuffy, the cocker/schnauser/poodle mix. First piercing/tattoo: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109044296757833209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109044296757833209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109044296757833209' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-109043707408210964</id><published>2004-07-21T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T12:11:14.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Passed out on the overpass...Sunday best and broken glass..." Bacardi Stingerby Josh KendallAnd this is the one thing I can do nothing aboutYou're leaving and I'm not going to try and stop youFoot's been out my hearts door since the first day you stepped insideI swear to God I'll pretend this doesn't hurtYou'd better get out while the getting is goodAbandoned ship, can't say I blame </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109043707408210964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/109043707408210964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109043707408210964' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-108882029856637207</id><published>2004-07-02T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T19:04:58.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Music makes the people come together..."I would like to address the current state of music in our culture for a moment.I have a very open mind when it comes to music. I will listen to about 99% of what you could throw at my eardrums and won't complain about it. I, however, am a part of a very small (and getting smaller by the day it seems) minority. Most people listen to one specific genre. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108882029856637207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108882029856637207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108882029856637207' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-108862491398069544</id><published>2004-06-30T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T12:48:33.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, Josh... (Guess I'll fit in with the crowd) Act your age? Yeah, sure. "What's my age again?" Born on what day of the week? Friday Chore you hate? Ummm...is work a chore? Dad’s name? Mark Essential makeup item? Mascara! Wait... Favorite actor? John Cusack Gold or silver? Silver Hometown? Houston, TX Instruments you play? Guitar, drums, percussion...I can play </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108862491398069544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108862491398069544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108862491398069544' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-108787017001648419</id><published>2004-06-21T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T19:09:30.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you, goodnight people...Just for Dave.Spoonmanby SoundgardenFeel the rhythm with your handsSteal the rhythm while you canSpoonmanSpeak the rhythm on your ownSpeak the rhythm all aloneSpoonmanSpoonmanCome together with your handsSave meI'm together with your planSave meAll my friends are IndiansAll my friends are brown and redSpoonmanAll my friends are skeletonsThey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108787017001648419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108787017001648419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108787017001648419' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-108778851247728809</id><published>2004-06-20T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T20:28:32.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 cd's you might not own, but I think you should.So this list definetly isn't set in stone, but these are 10 that I definetly think you can't go wrong with having them in your collection.1. "Disintegration" by the Cure. Classics like "Lovesong" and my personal favorite "Pictures of You" are great tunes that make for a great record.2. "Deja Entendu" by Brand New. This entire cd is just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108778851247728809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108778851247728809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108778851247728809' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-108769936056062085</id><published>2004-06-19T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T19:42:40.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*This is for a friend of mine...she's going through alot right now, enough that it makes me step back and realize I really don't have it that bad. But she needs to know she's loved*Your life has been so hardIt's dried up angels that can't keep guardI'm trying to reach your handBut I'm on fireI never planned to fade awayStay with meStop pretending when they say that you're nothingAre you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108769936056062085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108769936056062085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108769936056062085' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-108662128006574160</id><published>2004-06-07T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T08:14:40.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out...wish I knew...Work has officially taken over my life. Here is my schedule for this week:Monday: Pool closed (thank God)Tuesday: 12-8Wednesday: 12-8Thursday: 10-6Friday: 12-8Saturday: 10-8Sunday: 12-8This is getting ridiculous. Like seriously.Yeah, there's a pretty deep post in the works...for now, I'll just leave you with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108662128006574160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108662128006574160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108662128006574160' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-108605845145399278</id><published>2004-05-31T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T19:54:16.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You're just jealous cause we're young and in love..."Yikes. Long time since I've updated. I need to be better about this kinda thing. Oh well. Since I have nothing to post about (hopefully soon) I'll steal ab idea from Amanda. First 20 songs that hit on my random:1. "She's the Blade" by Sugarcult2. "Over the Hills and Far Away" by Led Zeppelin3. "The Stranger" by A Perfect Circle4. "Cold"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108605845145399278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108605845145399278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108605845145399278' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-108318238211682504</id><published>2004-04-28T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T21:00:46.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"God if You're there, there's something You're not telling me..."*All Bible references used in this post will be in the New American Standard version*If you are a Christian person who considers themselves friends with me...I would advise not reading what is going to follow. You'll be shocked, and you'll probably end up preaching to me something that every single other person who reads this is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108318238211682504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108318238211682504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108318238211682504' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-108294317820914829</id><published>2004-04-25T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T18:37:10.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Did you know I miss you...my God I miss you..."*Show up...even if you show up wounded*The guy who put his hands on you has got nothing to do with meAnd the bruises that you feel will healAnd I hope you'll come aroundCause I'm missing youAnd you used to speak so easyNow you're afraid to talk to meIt's like walking with the woundedCarrying that weight way too farConcrete pulled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108294317820914829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108294317820914829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108294317820914829' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-108014951262047743</id><published>2004-03-24T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T09:35:20.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Though I love you, but my body it leaks like a sieve..."Uh...yeah. No updates b/c my computer has been shot for awhile now. Stupid piece of crap. Even now I'm on the Paki computer, just thought I'd let y'all know I'm not dead or anything. If you want to talk to me, AIM probably isn't gonna be workin' for awhile, so give me a call on my cell *which thank God works now* 713-775-7188*peace*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108014951262047743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/108014951262047743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108014951262047743' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107832977359625821</id><published>2004-03-03T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T08:05:52.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"When I'm back from the road and you're out on it...""...I'm tired of this distance, and I believe it's overrated..."Yeah. So sorry about the long time in between posts. It's not that I forget, it's just that things really haven't changed, nothing too exciting has happened, and everything I want to post about it too personal anyway. So sorry for the lack of updates all 3 of y'all who read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107832977359625821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107832977359625821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832977359625821' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107718536161447592</id><published>2004-02-19T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T02:12:02.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Not long now...I'm so scared...*It's an empty night hereThe air is still and so am IDid you know I miss you?And without you here I just might dieThat once we walked down your street and I even held your handYou kissed me softly but told me I might never understandI'm a million miles from youDriving the interstate late at nightI'm thinking of youAnd without you here things don't feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107718536161447592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107718536161447592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107718536161447592' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107683479236361333</id><published>2004-02-15T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T00:49:17.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You and I cold February night, it's been half an hour..."Valentines day sucks.And what's with this "Singles Awareness Day" crap? I swear, everytime today someone would say that I wanted to smack them. That is so much more depressing then a simple Valentines Day. Thank you, I am quite aware that I'm single, I don't need a freakin' day to remind of such. Thanks, but the fact that like every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107683479236361333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107683479236361333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107683479236361333' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107621171718448860</id><published>2004-02-07T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T19:44:21.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Breathing deeply, walking backwards. Finding strength to call and ask her..."OK, it's been awhile...a really long while. I don't know what to post...but let's just see what Blink has to say about some things shall we? Oh, we shall.Everytime I Look For YouI never found out why you left himBut this answer begs that questionToo blind to see tomorrowToo broke to beg or borrowYoung and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107621171718448860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107621171718448860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107621171718448860' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107527679501361280</id><published>2004-01-27T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T00:02:04.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I want you to know that I miss you, I miss you so..."Yeah, so about that one post, ignore it...a song sparked my memory that I thought I had long since gotten rid of. Apparently memories are a bit more resiliant then I thought. I removed the post, and it's not a problem anymore.I'm pretty sure my heart has thrown up it's hands in surrender about this time. Poor thing, being pulled in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107527679501361280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107527679501361280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107527679501361280' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107497272737094189</id><published>2004-01-24T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T11:34:12.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Convince yourself that everything is alright...cause it already is..."Oh man. It's Saturday, and there is absolutely nothing to do. Not good. So what do I do? Blog about my boredom. Of course.Classes are pretty easy this semester. My logic prof is quite a character. I'm sure I'll be posting about him many times this semester. Just picture Albert Einstein, A.D.D., and with a fascination for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107497272737094189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107497272737094189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107497272737094189' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107490517125201992</id><published>2004-01-23T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:50:06.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's no one in town I knowYou gave me some place to goI never said thank you for thatI thought I might get one more chanceWhat would you think of me now?So lucky, so strong, so proudI never said thank you for thatNow I'll never have a chanceMay angels lead you inHear you me my friendOn sleepless roads the sleepless goMay angels lead you inSo what would you think of me now?So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107490517125201992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107490517125201992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107490517125201992' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107463802709941827</id><published>2004-01-20T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T14:35:46.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Should I go back? I feel alone and tired..."And I'm back in Galveston...much to my chagrin. Today was the first day of classes, they all seem pretty easy, grades shouldn't be a huge problem at least.But I have to get a job. Suck.Sorry about all the emotional rantings as of late. But sadly, I can't tell you when they're gonna stop. I'm still thinking over a whole lot of things, and there's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107463802709941827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107463802709941827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107463802709941827' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107422483046153804</id><published>2004-01-15T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T07:54:16.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*If someday for some reason you need me, you know right where I'll be*Could you believe itThose sapphire eyesThe brilliant girl with the famous thighsThen the cameras click and we are starsLaughing in the back of chauffeured carsPhone call rings and your voice is desireThen winter moves into summer firesI promised you what's ours is oursSomewhere backstage with Sean and LarsI go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107422483046153804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107422483046153804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107422483046153804' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107414403693915038</id><published>2004-01-14T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T21:22:29.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Can we get the chemicals in? Cause' anything's better then this..."And the days drone on...and on...and on. I'm going back to Galveston in 2 days, and sadly, I'm kinda looking forward to it. This break wasn't exactly what I was expecting it to be. I expected to hang out with all my friends from high school, and sit around and reminisce about the good old times, and go to people houses, tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107414403693915038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107414403693915038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107414403693915038' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107395975429783624</id><published>2004-01-12T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T18:09:35.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...instead of a post about how I'm feeling about things right now that will probably give more questions then answers, I'll just go ahead and let this song speak for me.Stare at the Sunby ThriceI sit here clutching useless listsAnd keys for doors that don't existI crack my teeth on pearlsI tear into the historyJust show me what it means to me in this worldYeah in this world'Cause</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107395975429783624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107395975429783624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107395975429783624' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107353333101909555</id><published>2004-01-07T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T19:42:30.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the winner's are:OK, so I'm gonna copy Manders and do the top 100 favorite songs. These are in no particular order, and there is probably about 500 more I could put on this list, but we'll just go ahead and say these are the 100 best.1. "Motorcycle Drive-by" by Third Eye Blind2. "Flavor of the Weak" by American Hi-Fi3. "Miss America" by Something Corporate4. "I Miss You" by Incubus5. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107353333101909555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107353333101909555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107353333101909555' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107324772823773334</id><published>2004-01-04T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T12:22:27.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Still I come for you tonight. Choke my faith, stab my pride. Tell myself that this is the last time I'll bleed for you..."It's the same old storyShe smiled at me, but she seems nervousI'm falling and she's watchingI wish she would say somethingWhile I stare into the exit signAnd slowly fade awayI know she remembers just like meBut she doesn't seem to careAnd I can't let her goLet her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107324772823773334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107324772823773334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107324772823773334' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107298808612212341</id><published>2004-01-01T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T12:15:04.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Your hands didn't move, but neither did mine. New years will bring me to you..."Yes, well, about the lack of updates. I apologize. Christmas came and I was fairly busy, and then the day after Christmas I began working at a fireworks stand, where for 5 days I was without a computer. Terribly sorry, I'll try and be better about it.So, how was everyones New Years? Mine was pretty crazy cool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107298808612212341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107298808612212341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107298808612212341' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-1072038503667063</id><published>2003-12-21T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T12:33:48.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm coming home, I'm coming home. But I'm still along way off..."Well, here we are. First semester of college is over and done, faded into it's own overrated virtue. Nothing special, just another season that's a bit too cold for a heart who's thermostat is broken. *Sigh*After that lovely little bit, it's almost Christmas, and once again, I couldn't think of a single thing to ask anybody for.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/1072038503667063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/1072038503667063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#1072038503667063' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107182055209437649</id><published>2003-12-18T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T23:56:06.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Official Return of the King PostSorry kids, but it must be done.OK, so I admit that after reading what they left out of the movie (from the book that is) I was a little bit sceptical going in to the movie. I mean, the battle for the Shire is pretty important. And while that part was cut out, after seeing the movie, I'm happy to report that it's still one of the greatest films I've ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107182055209437649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107182055209437649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107182055209437649' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107164346989948886</id><published>2003-12-16T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T22:44:43.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Cause' I'm waiting for tonight, then waiting for tommorow. And I'm somewhere in between..."It's almost over...First semester of college will be in the books tommorow. Two finals, and I'm done. I have to say that as far as expectations go, college was a major letdown. I mean, there's not alot to do, the work isn't nearly as hard as you're told it's gonna be for your whole life. So overrated. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107164346989948886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107164346989948886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107164346989948886' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107145921154602631</id><published>2003-12-14T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T19:39:57.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I always thought I wanted so much more. Now I'm not so sure..."Well, another day, another post for your reading enjoyment.Today Ashley K and my beautiful loving wife Amy came to visit. We watched "Scrooged" and "The Wizard of Oz" and went to IHOP. And now my snookums can play guitar thanks to my lessons! *Love*We got the Paki a Santa hat, and dyed his beard white. Now he's the Paki Santa. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107145921154602631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107145921154602631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107145921154602631' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107142425446696068</id><published>2003-12-14T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T09:51:08.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Got Saddam!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107142425446696068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107142425446696068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107142425446696068' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107138364067114187</id><published>2003-12-13T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T22:34:13.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cheesyguy 85: hmmcheesyguy 85: there are two things i want toocheesyguy 85: ...cheesyguy 85: a penguin and a barstoolchosen044: PENGUIN! i want a penguin! if you get one can we share?cheesyguy 85: no...i'll get you your ownchosen044: wow. i feel so special:-)chosen044: a penguin of my very own! how ever will i thank you?cheesyguy 85: i don't know...a car?chosen044: sure. i'll get you a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107138364067114187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107138364067114187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107138364067114187' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107134755964079477</id><published>2003-12-13T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T12:32:52.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The drops of rain they fall all over. This awkward silence makes me crazy..."OK. I've officially lost sense of all time. I stayed up all night before one of my finals, took it at 8, then came back and slept til like 5 last night. I have had trouble remembering what day it even is.Congratulations to Amanda B! She made it a whole day without tripping on anything, so she recieved her first ever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107134755964079477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107134755964079477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107134755964079477' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107117930070804767</id><published>2003-12-11T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T13:48:32.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So take a shower, shine your shoes. You've got no time to lose. You're a young man you must be livin'..."Hello. How are you? Good? Glad to hear it.And again Josh wakes up about the time that most highschoolers would be headed to their last class of the day. What's sad is, I have roughly a month and a half before I'm going to have to start waking up before 12 on a regular basis. Such is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107117930070804767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107117930070804767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107117930070804767' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107108711386742011</id><published>2003-12-10T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T17:10:53.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Loneliness doesn't tell you what you lost, only that something's missing..."^A good quote indeed. And incredibly true.So it's 2 in the afternoon, and about half an hour ago I had the drive to actually get out of bed. This is what college has done to me. My motivation factor is at zero, and quickly falling into the negative. I'm afraid of what's going to happen if something comes up that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107108711386742011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107108711386742011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107108711386742011' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107099603803867324</id><published>2003-12-09T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T10:54:09.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I wish it didn't have to be so bad"Yeah, so I'm listening to "Wendy Clear" by Blink 182. Probably one of my top 5 of theirs. "I'd play with fire to break the ice." Great stuff.So, school is incredibly boring. I've got 3 finals, one of them is comprehensive, and even that one is in my easiest class. I had a 4 day weekend last weekend, and I think it's fair to say that Aaron and I accomplished</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107099603803867324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107099603803867324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107099603803867324' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183548.post-107094437386947131</id><published>2003-12-08T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T20:33:05.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yep, one more time, Josh is starting up a blog. But I'm incredibly bored usually. So I promise to post regularly...really...I will...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107094437386947131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183548/posts/default/107094437386947131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightmyheartiscold.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107094437386947131' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11494209902256328578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
