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  <title>Natas</title>
  <subtitle>Natas</subtitle>
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    <name>Natas</name>
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  <updated>2007-02-26T01:37:38Z</updated>
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    <title>SWEEEEET!</title>
    <published>2007-02-26T01:37:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-26T01:37:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The brother has returned!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bobbo9:95482</id>
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    <title>bobbo9 @ 2007-02-14T16:07:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-14T20:07:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-14T20:07:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy Valentines day... you special couples out there.  For those single folks... I'm sure you join me in shared annoyance and grievance on this day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well... party time after work tonight.</content>
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    <title>YAY!</title>
    <published>2006-12-25T16:38:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-25T16:38:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Merry Christmass everyone!  &lt;br /&gt;Have a great day/night.  &lt;br /&gt;Hope you all got what you wanted.  &lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Bobby</content>
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    <title>big day!</title>
    <published>2006-11-18T15:04:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-18T15:04:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Go Bucks!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bobbo9:94483</id>
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    <title>LONG POST oh no wait it's short</title>
    <published>2006-11-15T16:20:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-15T16:20:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow, it has been a while since I updated this thingy.  I know most of you that normally follow my life vicariously through this thing are probably past the point of biting nails and pining for my return... well good.  I was hoping this brief interlude would shock you out of it only to reel you back in at the appropriate time.  mwahaha!  &lt;br /&gt;Some interesting little factoids:&lt;br /&gt;* We're number 1 in our bowling league!  &lt;br /&gt;* I got a new job at the Old Bag of Nails Pub in Gahanna and the other waiters have taken on the task of calling me "Crazy Bobby"    &lt;br /&gt;* I got a sweet new car, it's a Pontiac G6 2007&lt;br /&gt;* I am passing my classes, finally!&lt;br /&gt;* Jeffro, Troy, Giselle, Brian and myself play on WOW... It's like a mini family reunion every time we sign on.  &lt;br /&gt;* Going to the Blue Man group Nov 16.  &lt;br /&gt;* Dressed up as a disco man for Halloween this year.  I had an awesome costume.  I tried to do a costume contest, but I did not make it.  JERKS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to karaoke yesterday with two interntions.  The first of course was to sing karaoke.  The second however was to meet-up with a nice young woman there and have some fun.  The first thing was accomplished.  The second thing... was not.  Being stood-up sucks.  BLEH!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go see some movies... who wants to come with me?  Mary... I'm lookin at you.  &lt;br /&gt;=P</content>
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    <title>Solice.</title>
    <published>2006-09-20T07:04:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-20T07:04:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">May to September, that was how long it took.  My little trip out of Ohio and into Florida.  Well, it was really no vacation... it was for a job.  I was very happy to find something with housing and that paid well.  &lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't get mauled or hurt the entire time I was down there.  I should be thankful that it wasn't that bad, and it all could have been worse.  &lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot about the real world and about myself though.  Two good things.  I guess that's what you get when you have nothing to strip away your time and productivity... like television or computers/internet.  &lt;br /&gt;I really did miss the internet though.  I missed my computer.  It has all my music on it and it's a great resource for random learning.  I learned I cannot really go without internet for more than a week.  How fun is that revelation?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida has left me embittered with the world somehow.  Hopefully I can get out of that funk and become happy again with everything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come... this was to wet my whistle... and your appetites for learning.  I'll keep ya'll posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School in the morning, you understand.</content>
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    <title>back</title>
    <published>2006-09-18T20:27:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-18T20:27:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>anything I fucking want</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Made it back home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making an appearance at Scullys tonight, c'mon down if you're interested.  It's free pizza night afterall... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum.</content>
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    <title>12 hours</title>
    <published>2006-09-14T16:39:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-14T16:39:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">12 hours left until Friday... then I am outta here.  G'bye.  Done!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck this place... Ohio I'll be home soon baby.  Monday!</content>
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    <title>tick tock tick tock</title>
    <published>2006-09-12T00:27:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-12T00:27:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">75 hours, 34 minutes, 26 seconds... 25... 24... 23... 22... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting the seconds until I am out of this place.  Until I am done with this job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!</content>
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    <title>Sweet</title>
    <published>2006-09-09T01:10:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-09T01:10:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey ya'll.  Got another week here.  I am so excited.  Only 7 more days!  It's like getting out of school... only school is easier and a lot less time consuming, which is why it feels so awesome to leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, short survey:&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks I should go now and not wait until Sep. 15?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks I should stay until sep 15?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in between?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week has been super amazingly sweet.  I got to go up to Melbourn in Florida and work with the other tech there.  The condo they got is fucking unbelievable.  It's huge!  Vaulted ceilings, wireless internet, cable in every room, individual showers/bathrooms.  Incredible.  I feel so bad for the other girl who will be taking over my place when I leave.  My place is not a dump, but compaired to this place it is like a whirlpool refridgerator cardboard box.  I know that's it's triple corrigated, but still... this place is to the 9's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be missing my Blackeye Bullies kick some ass this Sunday.  But I will wear a blackeye to  promote them, even down here.  I know I'll get a lot of stares, but I don't care.  My girls need to kick some ass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 7 days guys... then I'll be on my way home and be back Monday/Monday night.</content>
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    <title>bobbo9 @ 2006-09-05T22:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-06T02:18:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-06T02:18:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">9 days left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of the double digets.  &lt;br /&gt;It'll be no time now until I'm back home and chillin with my homies.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bobbo9:92716</id>
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    <title>Melbourn</title>
    <published>2006-09-05T03:55:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-05T03:55:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm in Melbourn, FL.  &lt;br /&gt;Steve Irwin died... got stabbed in the heart by a stingray barb!  How wicked is that?!  DAMN!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up to Melbourn because on of the other techs has a family crisis, so I have substituted in her place.  But this place I am staying is awesome.  I'm in this condo... that is fucking decked out to the rims, son! DIZAM!  This place is huge and gorgeous!  I need a camera so I can take picture.  I will share said photos at a later date... but it has the internet and cartoon network.  I am a happy boy!  YAY!  &lt;br /&gt;I only got 10 days left down here, in this job.  How fucking killer is that?  10 bitches!  &lt;br /&gt;You all better be ready when I come back.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bobbo9:92597</id>
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    <title>tropical storm update</title>
    <published>2006-08-31T05:03:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-31T05:03:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well... Ernesto did it's job.  It preformed adaquetly enough to allow me to stay with my brother and his wife for another 3/4 days longer than I had originally expected!  Thank you Ernesto!  &lt;br /&gt;I will be going back to Ft. Myers area tomorrow.  I do not expect this to be fun, or a good thing.  Considering I think my boss is going to have a ton of work for us to do... or we're going to be really rushed to get things done that didn't get done this week because of the storm.  I hope she is not in a foul mood, but I can always hope for the best and prepare for the worst I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completly fair though... I think I have already checked out.  I just feel so out of it.  I think this last week with my bro really just caused me to loosen up for the transition from work to home.  However... I am not done with work yet... and I certainly am not back home.  Which could pose a problem to my boss.  ah well.  I think that when I get back to Ft. Myers I'll be really stressed from the work, but thank goodness I'll have a three day weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 days until school starts.  I look forward to that.  I miss school.  Compaired to this summer of hell working in Florida.  I miss air conditioned rooms with books and no walking/running/carrying heavy animals!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for coming back home involve a couple stops on the way.  first there is the issue of me going to Troys to get all the bugs I have collected over this summer.  Thank god I got outta this crazy state with some cool shit.  Second is going to be a trip to Tallahassee to see some people there.  Plus I'd like to see how people are and socialize with them down here just to get a good idea of the people (at the university/campus).  I mean, the entire time here pretty much has been spent with one other person, my boss.  She is not all that fun and sociable.  &lt;br /&gt;It's too bad though that one of the other techs... her grandfather is sick and she is going to go see him and spend time with him.  I hope he gets better, but at least it frees me up for some quality time with another friendly face.  However... it'll be in Central Florida... where there are massive numbers of ticks.  So many ticks that you see them, just by walking through one bush.  At least in Ft. Myers the ticks were few and far between.  Now they will be everywhere.  &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I took a job involving ticks... even though I have a problem with ticks, so sue me.  I am also allergic to bees and at some point I WILL own a bee hive.  Oh yes... I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... last day is Friday the 15th.  Which means I'll probably be back home Monday or Sunday.  We'll see.  I can't believe it's only another 16 days.  Well 15 if you count today as Thursday.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I just had Thai food... man it was good!</content>
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    <title>Go Ernesto go!</title>
    <published>2006-08-28T06:09:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-28T06:09:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Boss calls me up today.  She said that if Hurricane Ernesto gets worse or continues on its path then I might as well stay in Jupiter with my brother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Go Ernesto, go go Ernesto!  C'mon Hurricane!  I just want it to be a threat, but not an actually bad hurricane.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go... Ernesto.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should all be cheering for this too.  It means I get almost a week off!  &lt;br /&gt;WOO!</content>
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    <title>20 days!</title>
    <published>2006-08-27T03:33:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-27T03:33:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cats meow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Finally time is passing.  Slowly, but surely.  &lt;br /&gt;I am at my brother house right now, since I might be seeing some friends who have plans for a roadtrip to come see me next weekend.  This would prevent me from seeing my brother over that weekend so I have bumped it ahead to this weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;I love it here.  This place is like my Fortress of Solitude.  I am no superman by any streach of the word, but I feel super being here.  It's really great to socialize and talk.  &lt;br /&gt;TOday is my brothers mom's burthday, so we went out to dinner.  EXCELLENT dinner.  However I feel like I dominated the conversation with talk of my work, school, and life in general.  However it was a good time.  People laughed (I cried), not really, but it's fun to say that.  &lt;br /&gt;This weekend has given me more motivation to do well in school and get things done.  It was really a compliment when Ron said "It would not suprise me if one day... maybe five or six years from now, that I turn on the TV and see him on it talking about science."  &lt;br /&gt;And my brother, Troy, without missing a beat said "I could see that since he was really little".  GREAT FAMILY!  I love my family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone reading this... thanks for your support and listening to me gripe about how much I hate it here and my job.  I don't mean to be a whiner, but I am.  I'll be back home soon, and can't wait to hang out and tell you all the stories, and perhaps impress you with my dramatic farmers tan.  Yes... it's almost a 100% color contrast from my forearm to my bicep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I want to discuss:&lt;br /&gt;The gene for breaking down lactose primarily resides in individuals of European descent, which is where you would find animals that produce milk (cows, goats, etc).  However... there is a gene for breaking down asparagus and it it typically only found in people of Swedish descent.  Could this be because asparagus is from Sweden?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I have surrendured myself to the fact that animals do not love you... like a dog or a cat.  They love that you provide them with food or a reward because they show signs of affection that is propogated through operant behavior and conditioning.  If this is the case, and animals don't love... is it fair to say they don't have a personality... and instead a set of behavioral responses all cued to human reactions?  Or do they really have personality... and actually do love you?  Could my beliefs be in conflict?</content>
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    <title>Tuesday.</title>
    <published>2006-08-22T15:47:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-22T15:47:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Day 2... If I make it to tomorrow I will know that the week is almost over.  Then movies, and fun times to be had by all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by all... I mean me.</content>
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    <title>Sweet...s</title>
    <published>2006-08-21T23:16:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-21T23:16:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kill Hanna</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My mommy came to visit.  First thing she did upon entering the condo was clean up the house.  It was already cleaned... crazy mom!  But good... because she then proiceeded to bake so much food it filled the fridge.  I am happy.  Content.  I know that if I can get through this week then I'll be able to make it to Sep 15.  This week is going to be hell!  UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for moms cooking to comfort me.  &lt;br /&gt;=)</content>
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    <title>Thank you!</title>
    <published>2006-08-15T23:33:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-15T23:33:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>101</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Whatever higher power... or chemical malfunctioned in my bosses head... I got off work at 4:30 today.  I'm done.  I don't have to do anymore.  No returning to rebait.  There was only this one night of trapping.  It's amazing.  I am so happy.  I could poop a racehorse!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I got 30 more days.  This is exciting!  Plus, my mommy comes in 3 days!  SWEET!  I miss her a lot, and I think she misses me, but she knows I'm going to enjoy her company more because I have had practically no interactions with family or friends this entire time I have been in Florida.  &lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that if you move somewhere.  Make sure you work with a lot of people to make friends fast.  Since I work with just one (my boss)... it sucks.  Because I have no time to meet new people.  I mean... seriously no one wants to be friends with a person you'll probably never see or hear from again simply because he is a transient here.  It blows!  But... I am taking it in stride now.  I only have 30 more days.  The worst of it is over now... thank god! &lt;br /&gt;I will have to come up with a list of all the things I have learned on this trip, and all the things I appriciate... and have taken for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... tell me about your weekend and I'll tell you more about mine.  &lt;br /&gt;leave a message.</content>
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    <title>Complete 180</title>
    <published>2006-08-11T21:37:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-11T21:37:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>CD101</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey... remember how I was griping about how it sucked down here, and how my boss was mean and such.  Well... all that is still true.  It's just that I'm not as bad as I once was.  &lt;br /&gt;Work has become a lot easier after speaking with my bosses boss.  So... I get out after maybe 10 hours instead of 14.  Also, my boss has lightened up a lot.  She is laughing at my jokes and she tells some of her own.  Smiles and laughter are not a lot more prolific in our day.  Which makes me very happy.  I like making people laugh and smile... no I am not from McDonalds.  &lt;br /&gt;My mom is coming an one week to stay the weekend.  So that is something I have to look forward to.  &lt;br /&gt;Took my car to get a new battrery and new brakes installed.  Turned out I didn't need them.  WOW!  Just saved like 300 bucks there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a new bar out here.  It's a Dueling piano bar!  I love Dueling Pianos!!!!  WOO.  I am going to go there tonight instead of going to the indigo room.  We'll see how things go there.  Maybe I should be a little less like a wallflower, and more like a panther... on a hunt!  A futile effort I am sure, but at least I'll have fun.  I went to the bar Wednesday and met this 63 yr old guy... he leaned over to me when there were 5 women around him talking with him, and said... "I'm a pussy magnet"  &lt;br /&gt;I could not stop laughing.  It was something like my Dad would say.  Plus he drives a harley... so it really reminded me of him.  &lt;br /&gt;I got Lorens phone number, so I'll be giving him a call soon to see how he is.  I heard from his mom that he just had his wisdom teeth taken out.  CRAZY!  &lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to CD101.  I love it!  &lt;br /&gt;I have been having really crazy dreams.  I am going to get a new little journal thing so I can write all my dreams in it.  THey're really weird.  Yesterday People turned into monkeys... then they turned into cans of paint... then from the paint up rose clocks.  weird.  I felt like Dali.  &lt;br /&gt;Time for me to go now.  I only got like 37 more days here.  I'm thrilled!!!! YAY!  Almost a month left.</content>
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    <title>bobbo9 @ 2006-08-04T17:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-04T21:22:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-04T21:22:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am entertained.... &lt;br /&gt;the people to my left are looking up arrests and bookings since 1997.  There are many many mug shots.  They all look like they're strung out and they could have been taken by the camera that only gets your bad side.  Although I suppose that if you're arrested pretty much every side is your bad side.  Ohh... except if you go to prison... then your back-side is your best looking feature.  &lt;br /&gt;The person to my left is conversing with someone online in french.  COOL!  &lt;br /&gt;I like the person to the right... the people on the left are annoying because they're talking all the time... shut up fuckers!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want a mugshot of me to be on that list of arrested people so that I could look over all evil like and smile.  &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be arrested for eating people... and they're pets.  &lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha... goes better with sauce.  Which... by-the-way.  I found the best hot sauce.  I'm bringing it home when I leave here so I can order more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap the skinniest person just walked in.  SHE looks creepy.  Eat something... I have hot sauce.</content>
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    <title>WHOA!</title>
    <published>2006-08-04T21:04:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-04T21:04:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the 101</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Crazy week.  This has been the best week in terms of work here.  Oh my gosh!  It was great.  The first day was all office work.  Next day I didn't need to go to work until 5:00PM.  How awesome is that?  &lt;br /&gt;I wish that every week were like this... except that I got all the office work done on Monday, so I pretty much screwed myself from getting into the office any time soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm going to go see Telladega Nights tonight!  YEA!  I can't wait.  I hope, however, my car does not break down like it did Wednesday!  That would totally suck.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might also meet some radio personalities while there too.  That is if I get there in time.  Which I think I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got another 2 weeks until mom gets here!  YES!  2 weeks and then I will have mashed potatoes.  That's what I need... mashed potatoes... the way it can be squeezed into any crevace in my mouth and then pushed out of my teeth (nasty I know), but hey... I miss it so much I should play with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my plan to meet with some Florida people out here has kinda failed.  The weeks I have free are not good for the people I'd be meeting.  How stupid is that?  Retarded!  I might as well just change one of my weeks then so I can meet up with those people and drink copious amounts of beer.  &lt;br /&gt;COPIOUS!  I like that word.  It takes the place of two words... a and lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you people up North complaining about how hot it is.  I work outside for 14 hours... and it's no cake walk here either!  &lt;br /&gt;Mmmm cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, well, get in touch with me somehow this weekend if you wanna.  &lt;br /&gt;Later all</content>
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    <title>YAY!</title>
    <published>2006-08-01T17:22:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-01T17:22:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the great CD 101!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yesterday rocked!  I was in the office all day doing paperwork.  I loved it.  I was so happy to be out of the sun and the heat.  I did EVERYTHING!  We were backed up on 2 months of data entry.  I entered it all in 8 hours.  (I got a lot faster at entering data into access)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my boss is suprised... because the other girls I work with (but don't because they're on the other side of the state) were amazed I entered all that data.  I entered their data in 4 hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I got out of the office early because there was nothing else to do... and I got to have fun last night with beer and bars and karaoke!  AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my niche.</content>
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    <title>Angst</title>
    <published>2006-07-28T21:31:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-28T21:31:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The journal has turned to angst.  I never thought I could have so much anger for one person, but I do.  I hate my boss with every tired muscle in my body.  Which must mean I have a lot of tired muscles because I hate her a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;Today she tried to make it so that I look like a whiner/whistle blower about how many hours I work.  I work 14 hours a day basically.  Just to get that out... today we both cleaned trucks.  It took us about 45-an hour.  Then she said that it hsould not take me 5 hours to clean trucks if it takes us both an hour together.  At the most it should take 2 hours.  &lt;br /&gt;Ok... first off... she needs to lay off the methamphetamine.  I don't have any energy because the heat is unrelenting and oh so exhausting.  Plus it took me 5 hours because I was doing every step in everything on both trucks... not cutting corners like she was.  So that pissed me off.  Oh and to top it off... we were not even done and she was like... ok DONE.  WE'RE NOT DONE!  YOU BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;How many people have a boss like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really kills me is that she is basing all this on other people being fast... but the other girls I work with are just as slow as me.  They are spending 14 hours out at night as well.  So... How is it I'm slow when I am going just as fast as two girls?  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... so yea, today is going to be filled with more of me drinking at a local bar.  Not talking to anyone, and going home late.  I think I should change it up.  Maybe I should see a movie, or go bowling.  YEA!  Bowling.  I should do that... I miss rollin' my ball.  Plus I can get some anger out on those pins by imagining they're my boss... hehe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does dog food have to come with gravy?  There is no mashed potatoes.  Everyone knows that gravy and mashed potatoes is where it's at.  Not meat and gravy.  Why is it called a gravy boat?  There are no sails... and all the liquid is on the inside... not the outside... which is completly opposite of a boat.  Maybe it should be a taob... that's boat spelled backwards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Troy just went on their backpacking trip that I wanted to go on.  I missed the trip again this year.  Next year I will not miss the trip.  I will save up enough money to do the trip and to have a lot of fun with everyone.  Perhaps do some collecting while there too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my time is running out here.  It's almost time to go.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all having a good time.  I'm headin' out.</content>
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    <title>Check this...</title>
    <published>2006-07-27T23:41:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-27T23:41:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>computer CD101</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ok... so I hashed it out with the boss today.&lt;br /&gt;This is where you all can leanr how much of a bitch she is...&lt;br /&gt;Well... it started with her asking me to extend my stay in the condo I am leasing until instead of the third of September... until the seventeenth.  I told her that I didn't want to renew my lease and that I wanted out of the condo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the condo.  It smells like old people (I mean OLD people), my bedroom is all pink even the covers on the bed.  I hate that I have signed a contract which pretty much ties me here until it's up.  (I hate the contract!)  But one of the worst things I am doing without in the place is that they do not offer Cartoon Network on their lineup of channels.  I have been without toonami for almost a month and it's getting really bad.  =(  &lt;br /&gt;I miss my cartoons... I don't want to smell old people, see pink sheets, and have my name tied to a contract anymore.  I don't care if it is half as expencive as the alternatives.  &lt;br /&gt;She was like... "Is your safety compromised?"  &lt;br /&gt;"no" I said.  &lt;br /&gt;"Then I don't see the problem here.  I think you should just tough it out and stay the last two weeks there."&lt;br /&gt;I was really pissed... so... I brought up that I was leaving early.  That really pissed her off.  Then she got all annoyed and said that I made a commitment to this job and I should see it through.  That I said I would work until September 30.  I tried to explain to her that my education is more important than a previous commitment.  She didn't understand and in-fact became even more upset.  &lt;br /&gt;To which point I made things worse by asking about what kind of compensation I get from working 60 hours a week.  She said I get none.  I get no overtime and I get no comptime.  I asked her to cite me the law saying that... she could not and instead said it was an understood law.  Call me crazy... I don't believe her.  &lt;br /&gt;The best part was when she got all self-rightious on me and started telling me I have it easy in this job.  Easy easy EASY!  Then she said that her first job was only for housing... no pay.  The job after that was for housing and 15 dollars a day.  &lt;br /&gt;Now... it was at this point my mind went blank and I began laughing inside because she is trying to tell me that this job is easy only because I have made better life choices than her simply because I don't work for housing and I sure as hell am not working for 15 dollars a day.  So... I have this crazy self-rightious boss whom is telling me how easy I have it.  It almost reminds me of old people telling young people we got it easy because they had to walk 50 miles, in the snow, uphill, bothways to go to school.  Get over yourself lady.  &lt;br /&gt;But... the difficult stuff is behind me.  I'm getting out before school.  I have put the issue on the table that I want either comp-time, overtime, or to not work as much because 60 hours is too much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the best part is that her boss called me.  He seems like a really nice guy.  I like him just from a phone conversation.  He understood 100% that my education was more important than that stupid job.  And he said that if I was going to stay there he would fire me early so I could not stay and would have to go to school.  Plus he is on my side about working 60 hours.  He said that he does not want me to remember this experience as a negative one, and that I should not be miserable and exhausted all the time.  So we're all going to work together to see what I can do differently and what my boss can do differently to reduce those hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that suff up there I wanted to tell you all I came across some really cool stuff at this last park.  I came across a pygmy rattlesnake!  YEA!  I could have died... it was neat.  Oh and the last thing was I came across a 6 ft. alligator.  HOLY SHIT!  It was like 15 ft. away from me.  It was massive.  You people in Ohio don't know what it's like to see an animal that big just walkin' around.  Contemplating on whom to eat next.  =P  &lt;br /&gt;SCARY!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you are all having a great day/week.  Mine is shaping up well.  I will have to get a stuff drink this wekend to make-up for it all.</content>
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    <title>WOO!</title>
    <published>2006-07-27T00:42:22Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So I got five minutes here.  But I am glad to have any time in front of the cathode ray tube of goodness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working this week I came across a pygmy rattlesnake.  YEA... deadly!  &lt;br /&gt;Oh... and today I came across a 6ft. alligator!  It came up to the truck and was about to eat the baby opossum I had placed outside.  It was HUGE.  MY GOD!  I would have never known it was there if I had not turned around in time.  &lt;br /&gt;It was so quiet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right... so time to go... just wanted to let you all know I have been working upwards of 60 hours a week and I'm going to ask my boss about comp or overtime this friday... and hopefully I get one or the other.  If not... then I'm going to throw a fit.  Because... c'mon, 60 hours!  &lt;br /&gt;DAMN!</content>
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