<?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-4210787628512067204</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:49:03.618-08:00</updated><category term='shows'/><category term='Junior Juxtapose'/><category term='badwords'/><category term='lamesauce'/><category term='movies'/><category term='bob saget'/><category term='mexico'/><category term='wjladjfdal'/><category term='awesomeness'/><category term='DJ Skeet Skeet'/><category term='Twenty Fo Sevin'/><category term='military'/><category term='shitty days'/><category term='A Skylit Drive'/><category term='migrant education'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='Kanye West'/><category term='summer'/><category 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is alright.</title><subtitle type='html'>No need to worry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><generator 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=5299428208260758585&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5299428208260758585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5299428208260758585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-ever-use-this-blog-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-1076681172232032439</id><published>2009-12-10T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:43:27.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands and Feet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This one's been overdue for a few weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went on a mini-vacation with a couple of aunts, cousins and a beautiful girl named Rebekah to Matehuala, San Luis Potosi.  Not a whole lot of words can describe the powerful and liberating experience from that trip.  We definitely did a lot in the four days we were there.  The most interesting things though, were the horseback ride up the mountain trail to explore some ruins and abandoned mines, as well as the December 8th festival at Concepcion to honor the Virgen de San Juan de los Lagos.  This celebration takes place every year in my father's very own birthplace and it truly is amazing the way everyone around gathers around the center plaza for the festivities.  This year they had well over 6 different danzas, plenty of stands setup, a mariachi band, and a giant fireworks finale.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SyHSQXvDn2I/AAAAAAAAASs/BzuX96b5CqE/s1600-h/DSC04910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SyHSQXvDn2I/AAAAAAAAASs/BzuX96b5CqE/s400/DSC04910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413839405767171938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;View of Real de Catorce from near the top of the mountain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One thing's for sure, a trip like this can really make you appreciate the things we take for granted.  Not everyone is as fortunate as us, especially in Mexico.  And that's because we don't even have much.  You should always learn about the way other people live.  That's the experience that matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SyHSPwuN7JI/AAAAAAAAASk/G2NDjnoAttE/s1600-h/14649_357384060407_622335407_9864958_6642892_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SyHSPwuN7JI/AAAAAAAAASk/G2NDjnoAttE/s400/14649_357384060407_622335407_9864958_6642892_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413839395294669970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;The cutest kids ever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/album.php?aid=2045812&amp;amp;id=1269556373"&gt;See more pictures here!(Must have Facebook) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; z-index: 65535; visibility: hidden; position: absolute; color: red; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; top: 273px; left: 143px;" id="tonethis-tab"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; color: red;"&gt;Send To Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; z-index: 65535; visibility: hidden; position: absolute; color: red; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; top: 711px; left: 143px;" id="tonethis-tab"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; color: red;"&gt;Send To Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-1076681172232032439?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/1076681172232032439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=1076681172232032439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/1076681172232032439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/1076681172232032439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/12/hands-and-feet.html' title='Hands and Feet.'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SyHSQXvDn2I/AAAAAAAAASs/BzuX96b5CqE/s72-c/DSC04910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-692941183167706931</id><published>2009-10-18T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:45:52.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Knows I'm Misreable Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not hiding it this time. I'm not the type to smile through and say I have it all together, when in fact I don't.  This is only the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel like shit right now.  Desperation has gotten the best of me, it seems. The one thing that I've been longing for never came.  I never got there.  Sadly, I drifted further away from it.  Home.  What I would've given be there again for at least a day.  Now, I think I've just given up hope of getting there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The other night I had a dream.  I thought I had awoken in the sweet sunshine of the house in Texas I called home.  My mind played a perfect trick on me there. When I awoke up, I felt like tearing up at the fact of still being stuck here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I keep asking my folks when it is that we'll be outta here but I keep getting nowhere with that. I don't want to wake up here anymore.  All the things I love are breaking me down and my mood has been kinda faint lately.  These low temperatures aren't for me. I'd rather be sweating it out back home. They say home is where the heart is. I hope it is, because my heart is dying here slowly.  I'm running out of things to keep me going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-692941183167706931?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/692941183167706931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=692941183167706931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/692941183167706931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/692941183167706931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/10/heaven-knows-im-misreable-now.html' title='Heaven Knows I&apos;m Misreable Now.'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-5192067218415543719</id><published>2009-10-01T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:53:30.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only God Knows Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't heard that song in a long time but it has some truth to it.  Only the big man upstairs knows what's going to happen. I dont mean to preach, but if there's one thing that's shown me the way, it has to be God.  I'll admit, I've made mistakes too. My mouth got me in trouble a few times this summer and almost ruined one of my friendships.  Through my wrongs I found my rights and that's probably the most important thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been so long since I was home and home is what i desire the most right now.  I've let go of all the resentment and the hate I once had for people.  Big O made me realize that I was becoming just like the people who hurt me and hurting myself and those close to me instead.  He was right. But all that's pretty much over and I feel like I can live whole again. You can't change the will of others, and they will be what they choose to be.  You don't have to always respect it, but you shouldnt let it consume your entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do you have to run before you let go of the anger and bitter residue stored up inside?  It's been about 4 months since I left home in May.  Feels like I've just been running away from everything since.  Look where I am now. I've drifted all the way up here and I dont even know why.  I knew I wanted to be with my parents, but at what cost? I dont feel like crushing anyone's throat but I feel guilty in a way.  Did everything fall apart because I neglected the reality of it?  Still some questions with no answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point my feet are sore and my shoulders heavy from everything I've walked.  However, I'm ready to turn around and go back home.  The million dollar question is still yet to be answered:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When are you coming back?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Soon. Hopefully, soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-5192067218415543719?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/5192067218415543719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=5192067218415543719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5192067218415543719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5192067218415543719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-god-knows-why.html' title='Only God Knows Why'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6754775941330953533</id><published>2009-09-24T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:12:58.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new experienced me will be coming back on rusted wheels and bloody knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bayside's the bomb. You should already know that by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to talk about what's up in the Great Lakes State right quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did the next day when I got here was go out and buy a football.  My little sister (though not so little, she's 16) and my younger brothers (15 and 20), have been playing touch football with a few other neighborhood kids here pretty frequently since.  Interacting with others in a sport activity was something that had been lacking in my life lately, so the purchase served its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably wont work. I really dont have to.  But if i do, I'll take the plunge again and get dirty picking grapes or something.  I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's pretty awesome. It hasnt been too cold, just moderate.  But I'm sick, so it's not helping.  However, there's only so much of it I can take.  I wonder if it'll snow before we leave back home. I hope it does, but I also hope it doesnt.  Snow's pretty, but freezing isnt cool (no pun intended).  JS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My momma's cooking is heavenly.  Yesterday she made enchiladas. Today she made banana nut bread and caldo de res in the evening.  Not to mention the fact that her homemade flour tortillas are still the best.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between all that I play some X-box 360 to keep myself from going insane or succombing to boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much my update for you.  This NetZero dialup isnt all that, but at least I can still blog a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6754775941330953533?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6754775941330953533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6754775941330953533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6754775941330953533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6754775941330953533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-experienced-me-will-be-coming-back.html' title='A new experienced me will be coming back on rusted wheels and bloody knees'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6381792821243467155</id><published>2009-09-24T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:53:29.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People like us, we are always misunderstood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter which words I use, it's still hard for some people to comprehend my life.  It's not easy nor always fun. I'm not rich either. And there's no romance in my life, but my heart glows for things other than what's advertised on tv. Make sense? This life wasn't meant to be indulged in sin, but rather in altruism, doing kind things for strangers and helping to make a difference. I can't stop all humanity from tearing itself apart, but I'd like to think that I'm able to lend a hand to those who need guidance.  You'll never see me or get to know me though, because I'm always on a different page. Those who do know me close enough to know my best kept secrets are my allies in life who I can depend on whenever I feel lost.  I'm not trying to be someone else. This is just who I am down to my core. I still believe in values and the virtues that make oneself an honest human being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My only desire is truth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6381792821243467155?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6381792821243467155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6381792821243467155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6381792821243467155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6381792821243467155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-like-us-we-are-always.html' title='People like us, we are always misunderstood...'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-3294015491464773448</id><published>2009-09-22T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:16:06.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm doing it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and it feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sober a little over 2 months now and it feels really awesome.  It feels wierd saying the word "sober", but it's been that long since I last had a drink.  I've fought off all temptation of consuming alcohol and succeeded at making alcohol a very unnecessary and unimportant part of my life.  I can't tell you how happy I am about this.  The streak is not going to stay perfect forever but at least it's not going to be something that will become a vice.  It was never really a vice, but I think I've pointed out before how I made some bad choices because of it.  The party life isnt for me and I actually feel healthier and much more relaxed than if I was drinking.  I hope you can feel my excitement because I really am happy about this. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-3294015491464773448?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/3294015491464773448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=3294015491464773448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3294015491464773448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3294015491464773448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-doing-it.html' title='I&apos;m doing it'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-4782452043481118490</id><published>2009-09-22T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:48:20.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immokalee, USA.</title><content type='html'>Earlier today I was watching the Documentary Channel and there was this film on titled "Immokalee, USA." I clicked on the info button and it read: "The fight of the exploited farmworkers in Southern Florida." I knew I had to watch it, and I did.  I knew I had to blog my thoughts about it, so I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me the film was really empowering to me, especially knowing what some of those workers go through.  At least being an American citizen makes it less painful, but for those who come here seeking the so called, "American Dream" it's a struggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's three things that really stood out in this film. The first was a part about a man from Guatemala. He was trying to call his family members back home, he had no money, and when he finally get in contact, the man burst to tears while telling the recipient on the other end of the hell he's gone through. He said they looked at him in shame and not even his own countrymen would take him in, and there's people out there who try to kill them every night.  It was very sad seeing that because it shows that it's not easy just crossing over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A farmer said it himself. To paraphrase roughly: The American people will not do this, referring to the field labor needed to grow produce.  Without those farmworkers, there would be no food.  And that's what they don't understand.  He's actually right on that. In fact, he hit right on the money.  Without those millions of farmworkers, farmers wouldnt be able to produce as much as they do. In fact, it would be very significantly less than what they would be able grow with hired hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was man. Sitting on the curb outside a soup kitchen. It had been about 15 days since he last ate and he refused to beg or go into the soup kitchen.  Finally, the young woman, one of the filmmakers, I believe, gave him a muffin and a bottle of water. The man didnt want to take it at first, but he eventually did.  It's definitely a sight that you dont see everyday. Or that they won't show you on TV either. But that's the harsh reality of it.  Whether it's here in southwestern Michigan, California or Florida, there's plenty of farmworker communities and it's unfortunates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentially, I had a very similar conversation with my dad earlier at McDonalds. I asked him if he had looked for a job detassling, or picking cucumbers and he said he did, but most large jobs nowadays just hire contracted farmworkers.  That means that it's mainly single men, mostly immigrants, who are hired to do all the labor for them.  Sadly, that puts many migrant families out of jobs that they travel north, west or east in search of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways... I dont want to rant a whole lot on this subject.  I think those three things from the film really focus on what I wanted to talk about.  This is a topic that I'm pretty passionate about because I believe that there needs to be an immigration reform with some type of amnesty as the resolution because the reality is that these people are needed to feed the world.  Having been through it myself, I also believe that there should be more farmworker labor laws, because that line of work definitely deserves some merit. If I ever do finish my degree in political science, I want to go into public service because it's one place where I believe I can make a difference by working for the people and helping educate about rights/healthcare and other things that affect lower class hispanic communities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In order to make a change, there has to be a change in policy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-4782452043481118490?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/4782452043481118490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=4782452043481118490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4782452043481118490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4782452043481118490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/09/immokalee-usa.html' title='Immokalee, USA.'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-7580819483325886333</id><published>2009-09-22T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:16:26.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its the choo choo shoe charlie, the choo choo shoeee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talk about the summer not being what it was supposed to be.  My stay in DFW for the summer was pretty long overdue and I knew it was time to get outta there. So here I am now in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;great lakes state&lt;/span&gt;, otherwise known as Michigan.  Wikipedia it, Michigan comes from the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;michigama&lt;/span&gt;, which means "large water" or "large lake", thats what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting part about all this isn't why I'm here, but rather how I got here.  I'll be honest, Fort Worth just wasn't cutting it anymore.  So I decided to leave and come up here with my parents, but had to figure out how to get to Michigan in the most economical way possible.  Scratch Greyhound out.  Those bus lines are hell. Scratch out flying. That would end up costing me about $400 to fly and the nearest airport here is an hour away.  Luckily, I remembered that Dowagiac had a train station and I found out that Amtrak indeed did run through there.  And it's only about 15 minutes away.  Sure, it would take about a day to get from Texas to Michigan but my fare was only $137. More importantly, no bag fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here for about a week already.  Last Sunday, I boarded in Fort Worth around 2:30pm and got to Chicago around 1:45pm.  That whole ride there was a little bit crazy, but I liked the experience of traveling by train.  It's very relaxing and they have things like a lounge car to sit and enjoy the view or sit at a table to play cards if you have any, and a dining car if you get hungry.  I spent most of my time in my seat reclined back, reading my book and listening to my ipod, and texting and Tweeting when I wasnt reading.  It took about 7 hours to get out of Texas due to train traffic and stops.  We got into St. Louis, Missouri just as the sun was rising and there it was, the Gateway Arch. I had been wanting to see it for myself since I was a kid.  I knew it wasnt long until we got to Chicago and sure enough, by early afternoon the train arrived at Union Station in Chicago, IL.  I ate a delish Chicago style chili dog and waited to connect on the next train going to Michigan.  Awesomely enough, Chi-town is only 2 hours away from here so it wasnt long until I was reunited with my folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a few snapshots with my phone along the way.  They came out pretty alright.  Check 'em.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SrmEfWN_KuI/AAAAAAAAASM/TvSDGRlvyBs/s1600-h/p_00206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SrmEfWN_KuI/AAAAAAAAASM/TvSDGRlvyBs/s400/p_00206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384480503573195490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dallas, Texas on a rainy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SrmEfw-BKNI/AAAAAAAAASU/t775MfW2Jx4/s1600-h/p_00217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SrmEfw-BKNI/AAAAAAAAASU/t775MfW2Jx4/s400/p_00217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384480510753974482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;U.S. Cellular Field. Home of the Chi-Sox &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SrmEgFt1SfI/AAAAAAAAASc/oz8OfpH6s2w/s1600-h/p_00220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SrmEgFt1SfI/AAAAAAAAASc/oz8OfpH6s2w/s400/p_00220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384480516323232242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niles, Michigan.  Next stopp D-town, MI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Definitely had Saylor's Pizza upon arriving around 7pm Eastern time (yeah, different time zone).  Been to a few places so far, and it's nice being able to revisit the places I knew so well about 6 years ago.  The weather's been marvelous and Michigan Wolverines football is in full bloom this season, so life's great. Give it a few weeks and I'll get tired of the cold and flee back south to my beloved&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lone Star State&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For now though, I'll be in Michigan chillin &amp;amp; Ohio State killin'.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; z-index: 65535; visibility: hidden; position: absolute; color: red; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; top: 693px; left: 143px;" id="tonethis-tab"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; color: red;"&gt;Send To Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; z-index: 65535; visibility: hidden; position: absolute; color: red; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; top: 1029px; left: 143px;" id="tonethis-tab"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; color: red;"&gt;Send To Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; z-index: 65535; visibility: hidden; position: absolute; color: red; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; top: 1365px; left: 143px;" id="tonethis-tab"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; color: red;"&gt;Send To Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-7580819483325886333?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/7580819483325886333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=7580819483325886333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7580819483325886333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7580819483325886333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-choo-choo-shoe-charlie-choo-choo.html' title='its the choo choo shoe charlie, the choo choo shoeee!!'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SrmEfWN_KuI/AAAAAAAAASM/TvSDGRlvyBs/s72-c/p_00206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-2122376766326852722</id><published>2009-09-11T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:34:50.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a headache the size of Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh Texas, you will be missed.  But this departure is what's best.  Even though the Detroit Tigers are heading to the playoffs, the Texas Rangers have my heart, post-season or not.  As for my Houston Texans, though I may not be able to catch the games, I'll still be watching out for you my loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow will be my last full day in DFW, so this will be my last blog until I get set up again in Michigan. I depart Sunday afternoon at 2:20pm from Fort Worth Station and arrive at my destination on Monday around 7:00pm EST.  I do get to spend 2 hrs in Chi-town during the layover to board the train to Dowagiac, MI, only about 2 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cool thing about this is being able to watch baseball with my old man like the old days.  It's been forever since we were able to sit down and catch the MLB playoffs in October.  It's also been a while since we've watched a soccer game on TV.  And momma's cooking, I'm definitely looking forward to that too.  And Saylor's Pizza, oh mannn it's been forever! Hmm and I wonder if 5-mile Drive-In is still operating this time of the year?  I will be definitely be reacquainting myself with the new surroundings once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my best friends and my crazies. Believe me, this distance is driving me crazy. It will be soon, I know it will.  Soon being about a month or so. I really miss chillin' with my boys Enrique and Esteban and that crazy fool Edward, who I team up with to create havoc everywhere we go.  Most importantly, my best friends in the world, Gabriel, Marisol and Juan, I really miss hanging with them. I know it's not the same when I'm not around because we usually just hang at my house.  And the girls. I love you so much. Allyssa, Amanda, Vanessa, Lizbeth, Hanna, etc.  I really wish I was around to hang on the weekends and stuff, but like I said, soon.  Until then, just hold it down til I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta add cool tunes to my ipod and start packing already.  I'm just taking my warmer clothes like my jeans and shirts and my jacket cuz its already beginning to get chilly up north.  I dont really have a closing statement, except that I think this will be good for me so wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-2122376766326852722?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/2122376766326852722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=2122376766326852722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2122376766326852722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2122376766326852722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-headache-size-of-texas.html' title='I have a headache the size of Texas'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-2256841949032437238</id><published>2009-09-10T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:32:50.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take This Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is something that I was thinking of just now.  I challenge everyone not to say any type of racial remarks when seeing a person different than themselves.  Whenever you describe a person don't say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;african-american, black, mexican, hispanic, white, anglo, asian&lt;/span&gt;, or anything like that.  Let's get rid of the racial slurs and stereotypes. The only thing words like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;majority &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;minority&lt;/span&gt; do is destroy the goal of reaching unity.  No race is superior than the other and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is just a word that keeps everyone seperated. Sure, we all share different cultures and traditions, but the beauty in that is we're all part of this wonderful mosaic that covers the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling for the end of ignorance.  Go ahead, try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-2256841949032437238?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/2256841949032437238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=2256841949032437238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2256841949032437238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2256841949032437238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-this-challenge.html' title='Take This Challenge'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-1192941206859197256</id><published>2009-09-09T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:15:32.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not really dead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It just feels like I've had the life sucked out of me while being pulled in so many different directions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kind of a long story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined life to be like this when I signed my life away to the open road. In fact, I never imagined my life taking such twist heading down the stretch.  I thought I would just travel a little and get away from life back home but it didnt happen that way.  To be honest, my Vegas trip sucked gorilla tits.  After that, things just fell apart back home and more friendships went up in flames.  And DFW turned out not to be that interesting.  Even that went up in flames, it seems.  There's just so much turmoil that it feels like I'm walking through ruins. The remains of everything that was but now ceases to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My abstinence streak of no alcohol or smoking is still going. It's been about 2 months since I last had a beer and it's probably been over a year since I touched a cigarette.  The no drinking policy isn't going to last forever, I know that.  However the most that it will ever evolve to is 1 or 2 drinks with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;good company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.  No more getting hammered, as it's pointless not knowing what you did the night before.  In addition, I have been practicing on being a good Christian.  All that means is I've put effort into living more honest by practicing good morals and trusting God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as love goes, no more fairy tale stuff.  I'm neither looking or sitting around waiting for it to come around.  It's just another distraction that's not worth getting excited about. And in all reality, it's pretty non-existent for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a question I'm asked pretty much everyday that I seem not able to have answer for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;When are you coming back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  You know, I really don't know.  It's kinda hard to answer that when you can't exactly go home. It's not something I can type in Expedia.com to be able to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things wont ever be the same again, and I accept that.  I'm not the same anymore. I'm sure I'm not the only one either but that's how it has to be.  I'm not begging for it to be same again but I will be choosing how I want it to be for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;And that's really all I can do now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-1192941206859197256?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/1192941206859197256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=1192941206859197256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/1192941206859197256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/1192941206859197256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-really-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not really dead...'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-3234697348824416581</id><published>2009-08-31T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:21:23.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life sucks really bad'/><title type='text'>An Update For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dropped the two online courses I had signed up for a day before classes started.  Decided it wasn't going to be a good idea to take any courses at all if I wasnt going to be able to focus 100% on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Dallas shows.  I dont care who's coming, the hassle isn't worth it anymore.  Plus I have to save up money to go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I dont know what I'm going to do about that.  It's been almost 2 months and no progress has been made yet.  It makes no sense going back home if I dont have anywhere to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum says the only thing we can do is wait.  She's right on that. There's not much I can do at this point.  I don't worry much because I know we'll figure this out together.  We're gonna pull through this, regardless. One thing for sure is that when I get home, I'm calling some of the shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, due to the hard times that have fallen upon my parents, I'm stepping in to help support our family.  It's something that my mom informed me about, but I willingly accepted that burden.  Even if they wouldnt have asked me, I wouldve still helped them out in some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes and dreams are on hold and it really blows being in such a stagnant position right now, but I'm trying my best to hold it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keep a wither eye on the horizon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things may come pretty soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-3234697348824416581?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/3234697348824416581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=3234697348824416581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3234697348824416581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3234697348824416581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-for-you.html' title='An Update For You'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-4159011929918258913</id><published>2009-08-25T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:45:45.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoahhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Totally just gave the definition of love to a very dear friend of mine who needed to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also felt my spirit lifted by the grace of God tonight.  The heavy heart I had earlier is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think I understand life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-4159011929918258913?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/4159011929918258913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=4159011929918258913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4159011929918258913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4159011929918258913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/08/whoahhhh.html' title='Whoahhhh'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-7081044010392407280</id><published>2009-08-18T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:45:03.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i568.photobucket.com/albums/ss123/jonny93s/Madden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 312px;" src="http://i568.photobucket.com/albums/ss123/jonny93s/Madden.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Edward: FUCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Edward: What the fuck is he doing?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Edward: OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Noooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Edward: OHH MY GOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was indeed the text conversation after last night's nail biter that ended in a New England Patriots victory over the Houston Texans, 31-30 on an interception return for a TD while the Houston Texans had a 30-24 lead in the final seconds.  The extra point sent the Patriots off with a victory in the most intense game of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statistics of this matchup were crazy. Texans outgunned the Pat's in total offense 424-119. Texans had 9 interceptions. Brady was sacked 3 times in a row.  Brady also fumbled once.  Patriots had a punt blocked in their own endzone that ended in a safety.  Randy Moss did not catch any passes. But at the end of the day, it was an INT returned for a TD that would steal the victory for the Patriots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a total instant classic. Stick that in your highlight reel, ESPN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; z-index: 65535; visibility: hidden; position: absolute; color: red; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; top: 3px; left: 215px;" id="tonethis-tab"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; color: red;"&gt;Send To Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-7081044010392407280?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/7081044010392407280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=7081044010392407280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7081044010392407280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7081044010392407280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/08/edward-fuck-edward-what-fuck-is-he.html' title=''/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-509102894465203349</id><published>2009-08-13T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:32:39.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got called a double n00b last night.  I kinda deserved it though, since I had no idea what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the "moron" was uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm JS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-509102894465203349?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/509102894465203349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=509102894465203349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/509102894465203349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/509102894465203349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/08/got-called-double-n00b-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-987614812777967597</id><published>2009-08-11T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:35:57.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Your Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apparently some didn't take my whole not drinking thing serious at all. Well it actually is serious, regardless of what anyone thinks.  But here's what I have to clarify:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- I didnt say I was NEVER going to drink again. Saying that would be hypocritical, like most of you.  Actually I never said that. I just said I find it pointless to do so all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- I also said it shouldn't be used as a stress reliever. Using that excuse is just a gateway to alcohol abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- I actually do feel better when I don't drink.  Hangovers are FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- I will probably drink on occasion with people who actually care about other things other than getting hammered.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the bottomline though: I've redrawn all the lines in my life and realized that drinking ain't something that's gonna be of benefit for me. In fact, looking back, I've done some stupid things because of it.  Can't say I regret all those things, but that's just not me anymore, that's all.  And that's the truth about this situation.  K thnx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-987614812777967597?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/987614812777967597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=987614812777967597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/987614812777967597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/987614812777967597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/08/check-your-time.html' title='Check Your Time'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-8233879994325606240</id><published>2009-08-11T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:27:32.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SoIzHLnmryI/AAAAAAAAASA/3URhs2kWUdc/s1600-h/DSC01602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SoIzHLnmryI/AAAAAAAAASA/3URhs2kWUdc/s400/DSC01602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368909904250056482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real de Catorce, SLP, Mexico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What if I would've ventured into Mexico this summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather live at my grandmother's house in a small remote village in SLP.  You do have to work a little to survive, but I'd take that anytime over all this bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it a point to go back next summer for at least a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; z-index: 65535; visibility: hidden; position: absolute; color: red; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; top: 3px; left: 193px;" id="tonethis-tab"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; color: red;"&gt;Send To Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-8233879994325606240?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/8233879994325606240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=8233879994325606240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8233879994325606240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8233879994325606240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-mexico.html' title='Hello Mexico'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SoIzHLnmryI/AAAAAAAAASA/3URhs2kWUdc/s72-c/DSC01602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-5392106798076125136</id><published>2009-08-11T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:05:00.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party like Charles Darwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was about to post something on Twitter, but since it's not working, I'll just post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to finish reading a couple books I bought at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble about a year ago.  The first is titled &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spiritual Brain: A Nueroscientist's Case for the Exisistence of the Soul&lt;/span&gt;, and it asks the question "Did God create the brain, or does the brain create God?" I thought it would be interesting to read up on it and get my $25 worth of knowledge on that subject. The other book is shorter paperback called&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Darwin's Black Box&lt;/span&gt;, and it's about the biochemical challenge to evolution.  The author, Micheal J. Behe attempts to prove Darwin's theory of evolution wrong on the biochemical level.  And if I'm not mistaken, this guy is also defending creationism. So those are two neato books for my brain, dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no Einstein, but I love science. I love learning about cool, scientific things and feeling smarter.  Science is what gets me high.  I love being high on science. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o22/dogbowl_photos/Charles_Darwin_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 445px;" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o22/dogbowl_photos/Charles_Darwin_011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My main man, Charles Darwin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everytime that I think about Darwin, I go back to my middle school days where I first learned about evolution. The first thing that comes to mind is dinosaurs.  Well, I was in 8th grade when the theory of evolution was taught in detail and covered everything from dinosaurs to the evolution of man.  However at the same time my mother was making us attend bible study classes 2x a week. To be honest, I really hated it. I also hated going to church every Sunday.  Luckily I never bent down to what they were saying about creationism.  Never believed it; still don't.  I'm very proud to have been able to make a choice like that at 13 yrs old instead of believing something just because it's in the bible, and that's it, with no evidence backing it up.  And yet there's still some evangelicals out there that don't believe in evolution, even though all the evidence is there. That was my first conflict ever vs catholicism. From then on, most of my personal beliefs conflicted whatever they said, so I never felt like I was part of it, even though my family is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, Darwin's cool, and religion is the opiate of the meek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; z-index: 65535; visibility: hidden; position: absolute; color: red; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; top: 336px; left: 170px;" id="tonethis-tab"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: Tahoma,Arial; color: red;"&gt;Send To Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-5392106798076125136?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/5392106798076125136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=5392106798076125136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5392106798076125136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5392106798076125136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/08/party-like-charles-darwin.html' title='Party like Charles Darwin'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-7789418601044037295</id><published>2009-08-05T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:31:54.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bayside is a CULT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok so I have this wristband right, and it looks something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Snk2mBcX1XI/AAAAAAAAARo/uhUlglAN24M/s1600-h/Photo_51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366380457839023474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Snk2mBcX1XI/AAAAAAAAARo/uhUlglAN24M/s400/Photo_51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the record show that I love this man. JS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a Bayside wristband, and that there is the lead singer, Anthony Raneri. Cost me $5 at the Bayside show in Mcallen this past May. Regardless of the price, it's worth more to me than just five dollars. I wear it everyday to show who I am. I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juniorcult&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and Bayside is my favorite band. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When people out in the streets see the word "CULT" on my wrist they automatically assume it's some sort of paganism, but it's not. Bayside is more than just a band. This CULT isn't about Satan, it's about our way of life. I mark this band as the one with the most influence in my life. I sincerely doubt anything will change that. While I was at one of the lowest points in my life, Bayside was there to get me through the toughest times. I'm greatful for that. They opened up my eyes for me to see what the world has to offer, which isn't much except for what you make of it yourself. There's a common misconception that Bayside is just this "emo" band and makes you want to slice your veins. Well that's bullshit. Listening to Bayside makes me happy everytime that I'm down. I'm sure it does the same for others too. You may think what I say is a lie and that I just did it to be different. Well youre wrong. It isn't a lie. In fact, it's the truth. But you're right. I did it to be different. I did it because I didnt want to be exactly like everyone else out there. I did it so that I could lead a more different,and honest life. And to this day, everything that the majority of the population worships makes me want to throw up. Music, culture, and society is just selling out by the minute and people are buying it. There's only one thing that's not, and it's Bayside. That man, Anthony Raneri, along with Nick Ghanbarian, Jack O'shea and Chris Guglielmo, do what other bands fail to do each time around: Make music that actually means something. And that folks, is what sets them apart, ahead and above any other musical entity. You may not see it on the Billboard charts or on MTV, but it's held dear in our hearts where only they can reach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I can understand why people would initially be concerned about it if they love our band and they understand what we're all about. Our music and lyrics are abrasive and they have a tendency to weed out the shit heads. Bayside is not and will never be casual listening. If you don't get it, you don't get it and that's all. If a 30 year old hardcore guys from Boston or a 20 year old Modest Mouse fan in Seattle or 15 year old teeny bopper from Dallas understands our band, like what we're doing and can relate to it in any way, then that's amazing. That's why I make music, so it can help people and give them something to believe in and smile about. I'm not an elitist. I don't want to alienate anyone and it's got nothing to do with money or popularity. You don't have to be a certain level of cool to listen to Bayside. i just want you to get it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Anthony Raneri of Bayside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've noticed that I get along pretty well with people who like Bayside and constantly battle with those who don't. And it's not because I like Bayside. That has nothing to do with it actually. It's just something I've derived from my observations. Those people actually understand better, are smart, mature, good people, and have great personalities for the most part. We're all different, yet united only by one thing; the CULT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Snk2mes54SI/AAAAAAAAARw/hpeJwT5j9k0/s1600-h/cultt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366380465692991778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Snk2mes54SI/AAAAAAAAARw/hpeJwT5j9k0/s400/cultt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still think we're emo? Well guess what? We're on a first name basis here, bitch. Ant, Nick, Jack and Chris. That's what we call 'em, and that's how we roll.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-7789418601044037295?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/7789418601044037295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=7789418601044037295&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7789418601044037295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7789418601044037295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/08/bayside-is-cult.html' title='Bayside is a CULT'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Snk2mBcX1XI/AAAAAAAAARo/uhUlglAN24M/s72-c/Photo_51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-5433461212756857475</id><published>2009-08-04T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:12:21.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please stop complaining:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About the heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About your sucky job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About your bf/gf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About all the fucking drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About everything else you like to complain about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have the power to change most of these things, so stop yapping and start doing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-5433461212756857475?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/5433461212756857475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=5433461212756857475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5433461212756857475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5433461212756857475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-stop-complaining-about-heat.html' title=''/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-4184624527403347001</id><published>2009-08-03T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:15:30.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWSFLASH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This whole "GREEN" initiative has become another capitalist campaign. Awareness about recycling and using eco-friendly products has been around forever. However now that ppl are in a frenzy because theyre afraid the ozone layers gonna dissapear, it's become the perfect time for companies to sell you "eco-friendly" products which really dont help at all. So forget about all that shit. Here's the deal: The earth ISNT gonna die, humans are. Why worry about the ozone layer anyway? Either way, something's bound to wipeout the human race because Nature is just that good. It's gonna take back what's rightfully hers, no matter the cost. Either that, or God's gonna push the RESET button. EVOLUTION will happen and new species, human or not, will adapt to the new climate and the new arrangement. And that's why you shouldn't put too much interest in that Go Green bullshit. K thnx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And BTW, Yes. You will pay for your destruction.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-4184624527403347001?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/4184624527403347001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=4184624527403347001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4184624527403347001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4184624527403347001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/08/newsflash.html' title='NEWSFLASH'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-4476290786070558991</id><published>2009-08-03T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:22:04.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought about it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But its not gonna happen. I'm sorry to say that I CANNOT baptize my nephew BECAUSE I refuse to go back to have anything to do with the Catholic church. I don't have any of my sacraments and don't plan on getting them either. Perhaps I feel some guilt, but not that much. Those are not my beliefs and I shouldn't be forced to worship what I don't believe in. I choose not to be part of any religion whatsoever and will worship God in my own way. If that doesn't sit well, then that's to bad. I'm gonna end this post because the more I think about Catholics the more I want the church to burn down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-4476290786070558991?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/4476290786070558991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=4476290786070558991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4476290786070558991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4476290786070558991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/08/thought-about-it.html' title='Thought about it.'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6631752530223422449</id><published>2009-07-30T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:06:31.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for Thee Armada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please please please please vote for our homestate boys of Thee Armada to win a recording contract on Myspace Records. They're a super hardworking band and they make such fun music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LETS SHOW THEM HOW WE DO IT WHERE WE COME FROM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDg5ODc2MzcxNzEmcHQ9MTI*ODk4NzcxMjkyMSZwPTYwNTEwMiZkPXV3QlZZa*RGQ*5oUzZRZmQmZz*yJm89YmE5ODkzYWY2ZWVlNDI4NGJlYWZmMzAyZTIzNjM5OTImb2Y9MA==.gif" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;object id="playerLoader" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="300" height="420"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="7937"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="11112"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://farm.sproutmixer.com/load/uwBVYkDFCNhS6Qfd.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://farm.sproutmixer.com/load/uwBVYkDFCNhS6Qfd.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://farm.sproutmixer.com/load/uwBVYkDFCNhS6Qfd.swf" width="300" height="420" name="playerLoader" align="middle" wmode="transparent" play="true" loop="false" quality="best" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6631752530223422449?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6631752530223422449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6631752530223422449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6631752530223422449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6631752530223422449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/07/vote-for-thee-armada.html' title='Vote for Thee Armada!'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-8983658461599406510</id><published>2009-07-26T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:52:59.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Faktion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really miss some of my boys back home and I know I kinda left without warning, and I'm sorry. Enrique (Nerd), Mike (Winter) and Esteban (Steve) have really become some of my very good friends. I've known them for a few years now. In fact, Steve and I used to skip our 12:00pm class every Wednesday to go have a botana at Crucita's. Don't worry I didn't fail that class. I got a B in Chemistry :). What's cool about these guys is that theyre pretty much open to anything. It's like a breath of fresh air to me. We mainly like to go out to eat and chill somewhere, but that's not always the case. Sometimes we roam everywhere. Nobody's forced to drink if they don't want to and it's not that big a deal. Some of my other friends may not think these guys are cool, but to me theyre super chill ppl to be around with. What can I say? Theyre my new brothers and were tight like that now. I hope to see them soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-8983658461599406510?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/8983658461599406510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=8983658461599406510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8983658461599406510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8983658461599406510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-faktion.html' title='The New Faktion'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-4153351093518640422</id><published>2009-07-26T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:28:24.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good and Ready</title><content type='html'>I need to stop doing so much late night thinking. It's very unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been thinking. About home mainly. But no matter how much I desire to go home, it's not for me. It's not my place anymore. There's nothing there for me, except all the hatred and rage that comes from fighting with everyone. It's ugly and I hate being driven to the edge like that all the time. More importantly, it's sad when the people who you thought were your friends bring out the worst in you. I've gotten away from that and I'm putting the mean streak to rest. I made the choice to happy, so dealing with bs is out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss some people, but at the same time I don't. There's only a handful that I'd go back for. Other's can say they miss me, but really they only thing they want is for me to fulfill their selfish ambitions. With them, nothing lies beyond the alcohol. I'm over the bar scene. I'm not in my mid 30s to be stuck in a billiards hall all the dang time. I'm guilty too. I understand that I don't open up too much either, but that's because gossip spreads like wildfire. I should really tell people how I feel, but sometimes I just can't because some people don't understand. They don't understand me or the music I listen to, and just don't really care to learn at all. They only care about getting a fucking blow job or getting shitfaced somewhere. FTS. I walked away from that because I wanted to be happy. I didn't want to feel what it's like to be fucked up everyday with my life going nowhere. That's not me. It's not my time yet. They might be done doing what they were doing, as far as getting a career and all, but I'm not done yet. Despite all the bumps in the road I realized this isn't a race. I'm actually fortunate that I broke that mold. It feels so much better this way. I feel like I've learned way more than if I had just interned myself in a university for 4 years straight, rushing to land some high paying job. I realized the job isn't as important as the lessons I learn. For some reason this makes me inferior. This is what they think of me. Having more money to buy more things doesnt make you smarter. It just makes you a product of the machine that makes puppets like you. They tell me to go home. But for what? To follow them? I'm not anybody's follower. As a matter of fact, I stand here today because I'm calling the shots from here on out. As selfish as it may sound, I am more important and will come before anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all i wanted to say. Ask yourself, do you really want me to be there because you miss me and genuinely enjoy my company? Or is it only to desire your own selfish intentions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the only thing most people learn from the real world is how to be an asshole. It paves the way for you to lie, cheat and steal to get what you want. Survival of the cruelest. However, I think the real lesson from that is not to succomb to those things in order to live an honest life. Perhaps now you understand why I do some of the things I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-4153351093518640422?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/4153351093518640422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=4153351093518640422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4153351093518640422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4153351093518640422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-and-ready.html' title='Good and Ready'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6648823762838182905</id><published>2009-07-25T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T02:39:45.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While I'm At It</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ordered a couple shirts online today. The first was the Tokyo Police Club shirt that looks like the one below. I actually had bought this shirt at the TPC/Ra Ra Riot show in Mcallen, but unfortunately ended up losing it that same night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SmrRo6zzaFI/AAAAAAAAARg/0GZrX_UIu-g/s1600-h/img.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362328807249504338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SmrRo6zzaFI/AAAAAAAAARg/0GZrX_UIu-g/s400/img.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other shirt was a "DOA" or Death of Auto-tune shirt from Roca Wear. Yeah, it's Jay-Z's new single, but its also to support the battle against the growing epidemic of auto-tune in music. There's one thing Jay-Z and Anthony Raneri (Bayside) have in common, besides both being from NYC, and that is fighting auto-tune in their respective scenes. Makes me feel all warm inside. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6648823762838182905?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6648823762838182905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6648823762838182905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6648823762838182905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6648823762838182905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-im-at-it.html' title='While I&apos;m At It'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SmrRo6zzaFI/AAAAAAAAARg/0GZrX_UIu-g/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6740254649979390421</id><published>2009-07-25T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T02:32:59.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got Another Gripe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's really just a small one because I dont agree with it, but I'm happy for these girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tiffany Mink, Warped Tour 09 pit reporter, and Tatiana DeMaria, the lead singer/guitarist of TAT were added to the list of Hot Metal Chicks at :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/hot_metal_chicks"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.myspace.com/hot_metal_chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Real quick, 3 things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. TAT is not a metal band. Theyre a punk band. K thnx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Tiffany Mink probably listens to more punk than metal. JS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Only a handful of those chicks are actually hot. IMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok maybe a 4th issue while im at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. The people who manage that page dont know how to spell for shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK THNX BYE&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/4210787628512067204-6740254649979390421?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6740254649979390421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6740254649979390421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6740254649979390421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6740254649979390421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-another-gripe.html' title='I&apos;ve Got Another Gripe'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-8027423969934685401</id><published>2009-07-25T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T02:25:55.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Read The Dictionary, You N00b!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was reading a blog from Jeffree Star about his new album and tour dates when I saw this in one of the blog comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is crazy ironic. Your CD is coming out the day of my sister's birthday. This is just hilarious." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;from girl named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lollipop1226"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nea Necrophiliac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; on Myspace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's NOT ironic, it's coincidential. It's a coincidence that both of those things are happening on the same day. Nothing in that sentence has anything to do with irony. So little 13 year old pretend emo kid from Eugene, OR, you really need to read a dictionary frequently to figure out what a word means in order to use it in a sentence correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And how is this situation hilarious??  I really dont get it. In fact, that whole comment made no sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So with that said, CHECK YOURSELF, BEFORE YOU BREAK YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-8027423969934685401?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/8027423969934685401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=8027423969934685401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8027423969934685401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8027423969934685401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-read-dictionary-you-n00b.html' title='Go Read The Dictionary, You N00b!'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-4685833545700813459</id><published>2009-07-25T01:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T02:07:06.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG, Shoez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SmrJtjh2y2I/AAAAAAAAARY/WPHQI6QkGdk/s1600-h/181-1002A07-GREY-H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362320090806537058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SmrJtjh2y2I/AAAAAAAAARY/WPHQI6QkGdk/s400/181-1002A07-GREY-H.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bekahrulezd00d.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the beXter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and I recieved our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOMS shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; via UPS the same day. I actually got mine first but waited til hers were delivered so that we could open them at the same time. We were so stoked about it, that we decided to get on Skype and see what we got. I'm totally loving them and I think she is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone should order a pair. Theyre super comfortable and come in plenty of dope styles, but more importantly, for every pair that you buy, TOMS gives one away to a child in need.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah and my bfff Ally Fresh also ordered 3 pairs and now has a total of 6. Jealousss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-4685833545700813459?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/4685833545700813459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=4685833545700813459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4685833545700813459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4685833545700813459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/07/zomg-shoez.html' title='ZOMG, Shoez!'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SmrJtjh2y2I/AAAAAAAAARY/WPHQI6QkGdk/s72-c/181-1002A07-GREY-H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-4487866379996773932</id><published>2009-07-25T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:39:34.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My obsession with Mexico football</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok this one's a little bit overdue. But check it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I had an opportunity to witness two awesome high scoring games in the 2nd leg of the CONCACAF Gold Cup Quarterfinals featuring Guadaloupe vs Costa Rica and Mexico vs Haiti. As predicted, both Latin American teams devoured the itty bitty Caribbean teams in 5-1, and 4-0, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also a part of history that day too. A record sell-out crowd of 82,252 was on hand in what was the first sporting event to ever be hosted at the new Cowboys Stadium in Arlington. The venue itself was super dope as expected and majestic indeed as one approaches to such gargatuan stadium. Despite the crazy traffic jams, it was a pretty swell evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok you're right, it's picture time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Smq41m0PwJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hZJWksREOVY/s1600-h/DSC04809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362301537430257810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Smq41m0PwJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hZJWksREOVY/s400/DSC04809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;CONCACAF Gold Cup Quarterfinals&lt;br /&gt;Game 1: Guadaloupe vs Costa Rica&lt;br /&gt;CR 5, GUA 1 -Final&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Smq7GiwlfuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Qi5R39ecPj0/s1600-h/DSC04818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362304027422195426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Smq7GiwlfuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Qi5R39ecPj0/s400/DSC04818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mexican fans getting ready for tipoff of Game 2: Mexico vs Haiti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Smq8tvAw4oI/AAAAAAAAARA/IUIMIv_ZbIk/s1600-h/DSC04827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362305800237802114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Smq8tvAw4oI/AAAAAAAAARA/IUIMIv_ZbIk/s400/DSC04827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Just so you have an idea of how gigantic this thing is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Smq8uNn5RPI/AAAAAAAAARI/zwFuQvvvRyw/s1600-h/DSC04832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362305808454993138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Smq8uNn5RPI/AAAAAAAAARI/zwFuQvvvRyw/s400/DSC04832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Feel it in your blood.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Smq8ucCHiJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/MPgRanLAbR4/s1600-h/DSC04839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362305812323076242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Smq8ucCHiJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/MPgRanLAbR4/s400/DSC04839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Game Time. Mexico wins 4-0 btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just in case you wanted to know...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mexico defeated Costa Rica in the Gold Cup Semifinals that took place at Soldier Field in Chicago Thursday night.  This match proved to be a classic showdown and heart stopping game that went on for 140 minutes and eventually resolved in shootouts.  Guillermo Franco scored a goal for Mexico in the 88th minute to make it 1-0 with only 2 minutes to go. However that wouldnt be enough to win it, as CR scored in the final seconds of stoppage time.  The game then headed to over time but neither team would score a decisive goal to end the match.  Mexico then dished out the win by making all 5 of their tries and blocking 1 attempt from CR.  It was truly a nerve wrecking moment for me because I almost couldnt bare watching the shootouts.  Mexico now advance to play USA in the Gold Cup Final in East Rutherford, NJ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-4487866379996773932?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/4487866379996773932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=4487866379996773932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4487866379996773932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4487866379996773932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-obsession-with-mexico-football.html' title='My obsession with Mexico football'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Smq41m0PwJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hZJWksREOVY/s72-c/DSC04809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-2568236906284457833</id><published>2009-07-15T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:56:18.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen To The Math</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like this may have been the wrong move for me.  There are tons of people that I miss back home, BUT...there's always a but...but I did this for myself and not for them.  So if I'm feeling the way, in essence it seems logical that I pretty much did this to myself.  I don't really know anyone around here except for my sister. There's no one to go to shows or watch sports with and that sucks.  The reason I decided to come to Fort Worth was to get away from BS and other distractions at home.  Certainly I was right.  My parents home is in turmoil and I feel bad that I'm not there to save it from all that destruction.  I feel like I bailed, but then again being held responsible for other people's actions isn't a burden I was willing to carry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as far as the scene goes. I'm sure all those guys are holding it down pretty well. I've heard great things.  I always know that as long as DGE and Goodbar are there I can go get lost and forget my worries for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, as much as I miss my friends, going back right now is not worth it.  There's no way that I can regain some of that stability that was there before. Why go through all that stress again, anyway? Besides, it's not like I'm really gonna stay there for long either. That's one decision that was made from the start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to suck it up.  Nothing is constant, except sacrifice.  It has always been what makes or breaks me.&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/4210787628512067204-2568236906284457833?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/2568236906284457833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=2568236906284457833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2568236906284457833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2568236906284457833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/07/listen-to-math.html' title='Listen To The Math'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-8698107680951682640</id><published>2009-07-12T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:30:14.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Story I've Ever Heard in my Entire Life, Told to me by Bekah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;montaukorbust (3:11:26 AM): i had a dream you were in the other night&lt;br /&gt;montaukorbust (3:11:30 AM): but we were just chatting&lt;br /&gt;montaukorbust (3:11:31 AM): lol&lt;br /&gt;montaukorbust (3:11:35 AM): like.. here on AIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;juniorisacult (3:11:36 AM): it wasnt a dream&lt;br /&gt;juniorisacult (3:11:41 AM): we were chatting&lt;br /&gt;juniorisacult (3:11:42 AM): lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;montaukorbust (3:11:45 AM): no, lol&lt;br /&gt;montaukorbust (3:11:46 AM): okay well&lt;br /&gt;montaukorbust (3:11:48 AM): the other morning then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;juniorisacult (3:11:56 AM): i see&lt;br /&gt;juniorisacult (3:11:57 AM): and then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;montaukorbust (3:12:38 AM): you told me you liked me, and i said 'lolwut' and you said no wait im sorry over and over&lt;br /&gt;montaukorbust (3:12:49 AM): and then i put on my robe and wizard hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;juniorisacult (3:13:06 AM): =O&lt;br /&gt;juniorisacult (3:13:24 AM): ok what does the robe and wizard hat have to do with that?&lt;br /&gt;juniorisacult (3:13:31 AM): thats totally random, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;montaukorbust (3:14:01 AM): i cast LVL 3 Eroticism. you turned into a real sexy guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;juniorisacult (3:14:18 AM): arent i already??&lt;br /&gt;juniorisacult (3:14:19 AM): :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;montaukorbust (3:14:22 AM): then i meditated to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 chicken of the Infinite.&lt;br /&gt;montaukorbust (3:14:48 AM): i then spent my mana reserves to cast Mighty F*ck of the Beyondness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;juniorisacult (3:15:01 AM): whats Chicken of the Infinite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;montaukorbust (3:15:13 AM): you said "you are the worst cyber friend EVER!"&lt;br /&gt;montaukorbust (3:15:30 AM): and i said DONT FUCK WITH ME BITCH, IM THE MIGHTIEST SORCERESS OF THE LANDS!&lt;br /&gt;montaukorbust (3:15:46 AM): then, i stole your soul and cast lightning Lvl 1,000,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;juniorisacult (3:15:56 AM): a la chingada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;montaukorbust (3:16:01 AM): your body exploded into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl 2 druid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;juniorisacult (3:16:02 AM): sounds intense, Merlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;montaukorbust (3:16:14 AM): you told me to never talk to you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;juniorisacult (3:16:20 AM): ::lay off the WoW::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;montaukorbust (3:16:35 AM): then robots tried to drill my brain, but my lightning shield inflicted a DOA attack&lt;br /&gt;montaukorbust (3:16:40 AM): leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;juniorisacult (3:17:11 AM): Death of Autotune?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;montaukorbust (3:17:15 AM): King Arthur then congratulated me for destroying Dr Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. the cold war ends. Regan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.&lt;br /&gt;montaukorbust (3:17:52 AM): then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;juniorisacult (3:18:08 AM): hands down&lt;br /&gt;juniorisacult (3:18:13 AM): the best story ive ever heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-8698107680951682640?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/8698107680951682640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=8698107680951682640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8698107680951682640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8698107680951682640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-story-ive-ever-heard-in-my-entire.html' title='The Best Story I&apos;ve Ever Heard in my Entire Life, Told to me by Bekah'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-4166510175178595471</id><published>2009-07-11T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:40:13.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Set It Off Like Napalm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday was a random day. Just hrs before the show started, I decided that I wanted to go see Emarosa in Dallas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmK0UbYkHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/mlhgOlduXo8/s1600-h/l_31bb364e556b4418b85fcd0d9969e91f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357465863175311474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmK0UbYkHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/mlhgOlduXo8/s400/l_31bb364e556b4418b85fcd0d9969e91f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They were headlining the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artery Foundation Across The Nation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tour, that made a stop at The Door in Dallas. Due to a traffic jam outside of Fort Worth, I didnt get there until about 8:15pm. I See Stars was setting up their gear to start their set. They were a good band. The other opening bands I caught were In Fear and Faith, who did their own cover of "Gangster's Paradise" and Our Last Night, who I had seen before on the Saosin tour last December. Emarosa was nothing short of amazing. Jonny Craig's great presence on stage gave him command of the entire place. They opened with "Set It Off Like Napalm" and one of their closing songs was "The Past Should Stay Dead," that made the entire venue erupt. It was off the heezy. Emarosa's set that night was also recorded by the folks at Vimby.com so look for it there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmI190c3cI/AAAAAAAAAPs/m_1Gj-HtLws/s1600-h/DSC04683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357463692442918338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmI190c3cI/AAAAAAAAAPs/m_1Gj-HtLws/s400/DSC04683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Fear and Faith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmI2XcnWyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/hi4GTkvtMrw/s1600-h/DSC04713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357463699322264354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmI2XcnWyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/hi4GTkvtMrw/s400/DSC04713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Last Night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmI22gTI-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/uOjwhaA3WUI/s1600-h/DSC04745.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357463707659215842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmI22gTI-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/uOjwhaA3WUI/s400/DSC04745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emarosa guitarist: Jonas Ladekjaer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmI2vai7iI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3gZJ38SbZKY/s1600-h/DSC04777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357463705756036642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmI2vai7iI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3gZJ38SbZKY/s400/DSC04777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emarosa bassist: Will Sowers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmI3a-f_DI/AAAAAAAAAQM/hcRU07BGdNI/s1600-h/DSC04761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357463717449563186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmI3a-f_DI/AAAAAAAAAQM/hcRU07BGdNI/s400/DSC04761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357464083510159778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmJMuqJaaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/YUXyj5-18ck/s400/DSC04781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmJM07bhyI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kCDjzdd0RHY/s1600-h/DSC04794.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357464085193262882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmJM07bhyI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kCDjzdd0RHY/s400/DSC04794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The epic, Jonny Craig.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I picked up a copy of Emarosa's latest, &lt;em&gt;Relativity&lt;/em&gt;, at the merch table and had Jonny Craig personally sign it for my bfff Allyssa aka Ally Fresh aka Ally Allegory aka All Dayyy, lol. We go way back, and I know she's always wanted to see Jonny Craig, from his days with Dance Gavin Dance and now with his new band Emarosa, which is perhaps the best band on Rise Records. I know how much this means to her, and I ::heart:: her a lot, so I know it's gonna make her really, really happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shake n Bake :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-4166510175178595471?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/4166510175178595471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=4166510175178595471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4166510175178595471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4166510175178595471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/07/set-it-off-like-napalm.html' title='Set It Off Like Napalm'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmK0UbYkHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/mlhgOlduXo8/s72-c/l_31bb364e556b4418b85fcd0d9969e91f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-3311301433479665471</id><published>2009-07-11T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:34:03.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Sinners Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt like this blog was long overdue. But here a little update for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Vegas vacation was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ehhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say the least. I had a good time though, despite some BS that I didnt want to deal with. I didnt really win, so that made it a rough weekend. Next time though, I'll rebound fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get much time to recollect my thoughts and I was off again. This time to Warped Tour 09 in Houston. Met up with my home jeezus Juan, Gabriel, and Marisol. However, my travel day was hell. I decided to take the Greyhound to save money. Worst idea ever. I got stuck next to some douche bag who was bashing the bands I listened to and he never STFU. On top of that, my cab ride to the hotel was 60 bucks. FTS. Not even the bbq i had, or the dip in the pool eased the pain of that day. This was on a thursday, and Warped was on Friday, July 3rd. It was hot as hell out there, and lets just say, Houston aint the prettiest city on the planet. And FML, I forgot my digicam battery at home, so I couldnt take a wee bit of snap shots either. We stood in line since about 9:30am until gates opened at 11am. Gabriel and Marisol only made it til about noon. Juan and I bared out the 110 degree heat until about 5pm, then we bailed. We missed some of the bands we really wanted to see, but I wasnt going to risk heat stroke. Cooled off at the pool, sorta. Water wasnt even that fresh because the sun was just brutal that entire day. Texas Roadhouse, at night and then crashed out. Saturday, July 4th, we headed downtown to the Houston Zoo and killed some time. I wasnt leaving til 5pm and they werent leaving til about 4pm so it worked out. The ride to Dallas was a lot smoother and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's back to reality. Summer online courses started this week on Wednesday, so Ive been studying and doing some work that takes my time during the day. Also, i've gotten the chance to sleep in later. Need to work on my sleeping habits though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures for ya: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmA0ivxGuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/s9Xm6WD3GmM/s1600-h/DSC04436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357454871902624482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmA0ivxGuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/s9Xm6WD3GmM/s400/DSC04436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Planet Hollywood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmA0F9tD2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/bEOXH7-i4zo/s1600-h/DSC04625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357454864176451426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmA0F9tD2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/bEOXH7-i4zo/s400/DSC04625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gondola rides at The Venetian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmAzote6SI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UoU0LuUrKbk/s1600-h/DSC04615.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357454856323787042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmAzote6SI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UoU0LuUrKbk/s400/DSC04615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le Paris.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sll_3FUL88I/AAAAAAAAAPE/_XCpHP7_qok/s1600-h/P7030099.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357453816030294978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sll_3FUL88I/AAAAAAAAAPE/_XCpHP7_qok/s400/P7030099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My peeps, The A.K.A.s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And BTW: This was one of the happiest moments of my life. For once, all the BS was gone for a moment and all that mattered was the music, the bands, and the people I was with. What's cool about this picture, is that maybe about a year and a half ago I met these guys when they played at Smokin' Aces and I was perhaps the solitary fan at the show. So when I when I went up to them at their Warped Tour tent, I told them who I was and they still remembered me. They couldnt believe I was that far away from home just to catch a show or that I would be there for their set. For me, nothing can really beat this feeling or the love I have for music. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-3311301433479665471?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/3311301433479665471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=3311301433479665471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3311301433479665471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3311301433479665471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-sinners-welcome.html' title='All Sinners Welcome'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SlmA0ivxGuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/s9Xm6WD3GmM/s72-c/DSC04436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-3060195925303505493</id><published>2009-07-07T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:28:50.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angel Got His Wings...</title><content type='html'>My thoughts on Micheal Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withouth MJ my childhood years wouldnt mean a thing. If there was one driving force behind growing up in the 90's, it was his music storming out of stereos everywhere. From moonwalks to shouting, every kid tried to imititate him. I still remember the day that I graduated from kindergarten. The entire class sang "We Are The World" to the parents and teachers watching. Since then, I dont think there was anything more permanent than the timeless king of pop. His acts as a humanitarian are what mean the most to me. As famous as he was, he was a very kind soul. It's like Elvis Presley once said, "What's fame and fortune, if you cant share it with your friends?" MJ shared his fortune with the world and helped those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was very touching. The media didnt tell the true story; those who were close to him did. They knew the real story about him. If there's anything more proper that could be said about his death it's, "Maybe now they will leave you alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the DFW airport when I heard the news. All the tv screens were focused on the breaking news about Micheal Jackson's death. While on the Las Vegas strip, the video screen outside Planet Hollywood put his picture up in rememberance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will never be the same without him. He is immortal. He is the king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An angel got his wings,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine.&lt;br /&gt;We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to MJ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CG3UHZQ4sf8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CG3UHZQ4sf8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="390" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-3060195925303505493?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/3060195925303505493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=3060195925303505493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3060195925303505493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3060195925303505493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/07/angel-got-his-wings.html' title='An Angel Got His Wings...'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-8326187296364383052</id><published>2009-06-11T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:34:59.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Newz Kennels Are On The Loose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SjGDhA3qUVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CJWVB54BuYQ/s1600-h/l_e7bc5a0444f3434991ec006e6bcd3fa9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346198835857871186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SjGDhA3qUVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CJWVB54BuYQ/s400/l_e7bc5a0444f3434991ec006e6bcd3fa9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that's gotta be the most legit shit everrrrr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Kennels want you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To go to their party next Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;June 19, 2009 in Edinburg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It wont be like other lame ass parties you may have been to before. This is a Bad Newz Kennels party and this shit is legit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;+5 Kegs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25 gallons of jungle juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bottles a plenty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a pool, for your dipping pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Live DJ playing the latest and the greatest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's just the start of it. Party is open for anyone and everyone so you're invited. Add their myspace page for more info and directions for this great bash happening soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bnk7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.myspace.com/bnk7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let them know if youre attending and be prepared to witness the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Party Of The Year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-8326187296364383052?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/8326187296364383052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=8326187296364383052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8326187296364383052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8326187296364383052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-newz-kennels-are-on-loose.html' title='Bad Newz Kennels Are On The Loose!'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SjGDhA3qUVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CJWVB54BuYQ/s72-c/l_e7bc5a0444f3434991ec006e6bcd3fa9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-2837690820157381034</id><published>2009-06-11T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:11:46.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The mastermind behind DGE is set to FCKSHTUP at SPI this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm15c3BhY2UuY29tL2RvbnRnZXRlbW9kb3Rjb20=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="609" src="http://www.dontgetemo.com/daydream-shwayze.jpg" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyz bring your hoez. Girlz bring your toyz. Mooncussers is hosting the most legendary daytime party to ever hit South Padre Island. Starts at noon and ends at 2:00am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very awesome Shwayze &amp;amp; Cisco will be permorming, along with a couple of other great acts like B-E-A-R-D-O and Chris Young the rapper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As listed on the flyer, there will be plenty of activities for everyone. So take it from my main man Zar who said, "There's definitely going to be watersports, jet skis, boating, slip and slides, full kitchen, booze and bitches."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember, June 27th, 2009, Daydream at Mooncussers SPI!&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/4210787628512067204-2837690820157381034?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/2837690820157381034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=2837690820157381034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2837690820157381034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2837690820157381034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/06/daydream.html' title='Daydream.'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6458526126529546665</id><published>2009-06-04T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:04:04.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dontgetemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emery'/><title type='text'>Dontgetemo Offers You More Than Fireworks in July</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This blog has more uses to it than just posting things no one actually cares about. That I know of anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next month is going to be one of the coolest month of shows DGE has ever offered you. There's something for everyone and features some of the hottest national acts of the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dontgetemo.com/everyavenue.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 623px" alt="" src="http://www.dontgetemo.com/everyavenue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DGE is sure to get you dancing (as is customary tradition) with the likes of Every Avenue, Cash Cash, &amp;amp; Valencia in an awesome showcase sponsored by Glamour Kills Clothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dontgetemo.com/heymonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 615px" alt="" src="http://www.dontgetemo.com/heymonday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The guys also managed to nab up and coming Decaydance/FueledByRamen sensation Hey Monday! and current label mates this Providence for another cool show at the Mcallen Incubator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dontgetemo.com/emery.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 623px" alt="" src="http://www.dontgetemo.com/emery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And last but never least, DGE closes July with a BANG! combined with a SHAZAM! and a big KABLOOIE! when they bring Thee Summer Bailout Tour featuring the very great and super spiritual band, Emery, and their friends Maylene and the Sons of Disaster. Joining them will be Closure in Moscow (who made their RGV debut last March at NSN) along with Secret &amp;amp; Whisper, and special guests, Kiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All tickets run for $14 and under, great deals which are sure to add more sizzle to your summer with these great shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6458526126529546665?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6458526126529546665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6458526126529546665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6458526126529546665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6458526126529546665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/06/dontgetemo-offers-you-more-than.html' title='Dontgetemo Offers You More Than Fireworks in July'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-7608885741561639719</id><published>2009-06-04T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:26:26.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night I saw this crazy movie. It's a little bit lame, but still kinda fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinemarx.ro/poze/filme-mari/2008/12/Spring_Breakdown_1229603042_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 429px" alt="" src="http://www.cinemarx.ro/poze/filme-mari/2008/12/Spring_Breakdown_1229603042_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since I usually watch random movies at night, I ran into this title last night. I looked it up to see what it was about, and then saw the cast. It features a lot of current/past SNL stars, along with Amber Tamblyn and comedian/actress Jane Lynch. If you're wondering why you haven't seen previews on TV for this movie, the reason is because it was released straight to DVD just this month.  The film was shown at the 2009 Sundance Film Festival but did not hit theatres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is about 3 older women in their mid 30's who go to South Padre Island for Spring Break as well as search for and keep an eye on a senator's daughter to secure her presidential bid. It's not actually filmed at South Padre, all the Washington DC - Virginia and Texas scenes were shot in Los Angeles. But what do you expect from a spin off of a SNL skit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film was written by Rachel Dracht and directed by Ryan Shiraki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-7608885741561639719?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/7608885741561639719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=7608885741561639719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7608885741561639719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7608885741561639719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/06/spring-breakdown.html' title='Spring Breakdown'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-2591600163642664802</id><published>2009-06-04T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:45:46.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My freaking back hurts like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emusclor.com/img/3d/anatomy-muscle-back.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 660px" alt="" src="http://www.emusclor.com/img/3d/anatomy-muscle-back.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;It hurts at the #4 &amp;amp; #6 spots there. Mainly at #4 though. Turns out its the terres minor and major muscles, which control the width and thickness of the muscles. It really feels like if that part of my back was duck taped so i can't move it too much without it hurting. I hope I didnt tear something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;It really sucks when you pull a muscle while getting out of bed too fast. I think that's what may have happened, but I'm not sure. Might have also been while picking up something super fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Somebody please take the pain awayyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-2591600163642664802?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/2591600163642664802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=2591600163642664802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2591600163642664802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2591600163642664802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/06/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-7053430513599601669</id><published>2009-06-01T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:04:56.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i693.photobucket.com/albums/vv291/mister_e_bucket/motivational%20posters/CONTRADICTION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px" alt="" src="http://i693.photobucket.com/albums/vv291/mister_e_bucket/motivational%20posters/CONTRADICTION.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well said my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;You know what I was just thinking of just now? It's how the word heaven and hell are used in the wrong sense. Like, isn't something good supposed to be associated with heaven and something bad associated with hell? It's kind of retarded how sayings that include these words are flipped around to mean the opposite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;For example: "Heaven no." or "God no!" or "For Christ's sake!" or "Jesus!" etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Hell yes!" or "Holy Shit!" or "God damn!" etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And this comes from people who should know the bible enough to know that Heaven = good and Hell = bad. Yet it still happens. Quit this habit people, or you will burn in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-7053430513599601669?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/7053430513599601669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=7053430513599601669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7053430513599601669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7053430513599601669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/06/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i693.photobucket.com/albums/vv291/mister_e_bucket/motivational%20posters/th_CONTRADICTION.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-9217763362478918149</id><published>2009-05-30T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:46:46.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enchiladas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexican stores'/><title type='text'>FIESTA tiene un cachito de todo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So a couple nights ago, the peeps (Monika, Robert, Robby Jr) and I went out to dinner and a tour of Fort Worth afterwards. Downtown is pretty incredible, btw. Earlier that day my sister mentioned that she wanted to make some enchiladas potosinas for dinner, so we made a stop at one of the local mexican grocery stores, called FIESTA. And just to make sure it was down right Mexican, outside it said, "salchichoneria, tortilleria, panaderia..." and whatever else you can add -ia to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of their signs had a typo that made me LMFAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SiI4kqzH2kI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xgaOlBpxgfY/s1600-h/p_00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341894310629988930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SiI4kqzH2kI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xgaOlBpxgfY/s400/p_00117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maxican...hahaha; Spelling FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah and they sold a bunch of fresh herbs you normally find in a Mexicans backyard, such as maguey, aloe vera (savila), mint, kelite, and culantro??? idk that must've been another typo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went there to find little red corn tortillas and queso fresco to make the enchiladas. These arent your typical enchiladas,though. Theyre called enchiladas potosinas and the way you make them is by putting the queso inside the red tortilla, folding it like an enchilada but frying it a bit. Then you put sauted carrots, cabbage, and potatoes diced into little pieces on top, with a little bit of grated cheese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SiI_0rtjHlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/aQi6WXumc_E/s1600-h/30836807_a712a11058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341902282334346834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SiI_0rtjHlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/aQi6WXumc_E/s400/30836807_a712a11058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They're supposed to look something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Theyre mighty good. The first time I tried them was when I was 13 years old and my dad took us to Real de Catorce in San Luis Potosi, Mexico. We had them for a little stand on the street. They were super delicious. Since then that's been one of my favorite foods. I've tried to recreate them but its not the same. I actually had some last summer when I visited that same place in Mexico, and they were gooood. We're making some for dinner today. I hope theyre just as yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-9217763362478918149?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/9217763362478918149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=9217763362478918149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/9217763362478918149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/9217763362478918149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/fiesta.html' title='FIESTA tiene un cachito de todo!'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SiI4kqzH2kI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xgaOlBpxgfY/s72-c/p_00117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-5898136522826080558</id><published>2009-05-30T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:02:02.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hamlet 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wjladjfdal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kicking the dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badwords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob saget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badasses'/><title type='text'>Rock Me Sexy Jesus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I normally don't go to theatres much or keep up with the latest movies, so it takes me a while to get to some movies. I'm also not too crazy about renting movies, so you wont find me at the Red Box trying to check out a movie. Lately I've been watching movies late at night before I go to sleep. I usually just go to &lt;a href="http://www.quicksilverscreen.com/"&gt;http://www.quicksilverscreen.com/&lt;/a&gt; and stream movies. They have tons and tons of old and new movies, mostly in great quality, so I like to hit up the site at night and watch a good movie before I go to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I recently saw two indie films that were pretty both came out sometime in 2008 and are great movies. One of them is called, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kicking The Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the other &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hamlet 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. You just have to be into comedy with intense vulgarity to enjoy these types of movies. I know I'm always into shock treatment to deliver a few laughs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 452px" alt="" src="http://i345.photobucket.com/albums/p398/BaBy_ShOpGiRL/Movies/KickingTheDog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z8/josephjuliansoria/serveImagesashx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z8/josephjuliansoria/serveImagesashx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 508px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="296" width="508"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uLVlvpuh9FM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uLVlvpuh9FM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Speaking of shock treatment, have you all seen Bob Saget do standup? Youtube that shit, you'd be shocked at the things he says. It's incredible. It's like, "WTF happened to Mr. Tanner?!" lol. He's not the same guy you saw on Full House almost 20 years ago.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-5898136522826080558?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/5898136522826080558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=5898136522826080558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5898136522826080558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5898136522826080558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/rock-me-sexy-jesus.html' title='Rock Me Sexy Jesus!'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i345.photobucket.com/albums/p398/BaBy_ShOpGiRL/Movies/th_KickingTheDog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-8387814352662181183</id><published>2009-05-28T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:56:21.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rangers, Take Back Your Ballpark!</title><content type='html'>On some days I'm a sports analyst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Rey, Fidel and I spent the day at the Rangers Ballpark in Arlington for game 2 of the Yankees-Rangers series.  The day before when we were in the area, we were listening to a sports radio talk show on a local station where the two hosts were bashing the heck outta the Yankees.  The same two guys were broadcasting live on tuesday from outside the home plate gate at the stadium.  Well the main topic besides hating the New York players for being arrogant sell-outs and fake for using steroids, seemed to be the fact that there was a boat load of Yankee fans at the stadium.  The two hosts would call out anyone walking by with a yankees jersey.  It was pretty intense.  I'm sure yesterday it was the same thing, as the they wrapped up the series in Arlington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I think about the situation.  The guys have a point.  However, they shouldn't be saying some of those things about Roger Clemens, A-Rod, and Mark Teixeira because they signed huge deals to join the Yankees.  MLB is a business, so there's nothing wrong with handing out a few multi-million dollar deals to improve a team.  There's no salary cap in baseball, so everyone's free to sign whoever they want for as much as they want. Managing player salaries is another whole different thing to itself.  MLB has also not put their foot down on the steroids policy.  This isn't something new here. It just came to everyone's attention when player scandals uncovered this whole thing. I also don't believe that the United States Supreme Court should intervene in this issue because of the lack of control MLB has shown with this situation.  So let's get past that. It's not the first time Major League Baseball has been tainted with cheaters anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I also agree with the talk show hosts about the Yankee fans at the Ballpark.  I was amazed at how many Yankee fans were there. I kid you not it was like a 60:40 percent ratio.  It was a whole mob of them. My friend Rey is also a Yankee fan, BTW. He was the one who purchased the tix 3 months before the game.  Ok, so does the Rangers organization not care about its fans enough to get them to fill the stadium? Seriously, Yankees fans are like a plague around here.  When the Yankees made some good plays, their crowd noise was just as loud as the home crowd.  It's insane and this shouldnt be happening.  The Rangers need to find a quick fix to this problem ASAP because it's ridiculous.  I hear the same thing happens when the Red Sox are in town.  The Majestic Gift Shop at the Ballpark even sells Yankees memorabilia.  Is making money all the Rangers care about?? They need to start reaching out to their fans and device some sort of marketing scheme to get them to buy as many tickets as possible to fill up the stadium with the majority of their fans and leave as less tickets as possible for Yanks fans. That way Rangers fans will overwhelm the number of Yankees or Red Sox fans and not show up in mediocre numbers as they did this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the heck to do they come from anyways?  I noticed this one man and his son walk into the ballpark wearing opposite team gear. The dad was wearing his Rangers merch and his son had a Yankees cap and jersey on.  Also, older people and families went into the stadium with their Yankee gear on.  I'm sure not all of them are from New York and mostly live around the area.  Why are there so many of them?? It should be just like President Obama said and parents should have a responsibility to instill some tradition on their children to follow the home team.  They should take them out to some ball games, let them wear Rangers t-shirts, caps, and jerseys, so that they can learn to love the team.  It kinda drove me insane because, I mean even during the 2hr delay, yankees fans started their "lets go yankees" chant and it could be heard throughout the stadium.  That's BS.  I'm glad the Rangers won Tuesday's game so that Yankee fans could shutup for just a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Yankees, but the home state prevails.  The Rangers are doing great this season so far and that's why I decided to root for them.  I think I'm going to go to one of the games vs Boston in July, so hopefully it's not the case there as well.  I really despise the Red Sox, so I don't want to see another infestation of their fans outnumber the home crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is juniorcult. If you are listening to this, you are the resistance. So come on now Rangers, take back your ballpark!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-8387814352662181183?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/8387814352662181183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=8387814352662181183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8387814352662181183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8387814352662181183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/rangers-take-back-your-ballpark.html' title='Rangers, Take Back Your Ballpark!'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-7895673292452676218</id><published>2009-05-28T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:50:20.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Sold My Soul To The Open Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dudeeeeeeeeee. I think I'm gonna love DFW. Monday morning, Rey, Fidel and I took off from the RGV to embark on a roadtrip to Dallas/Arlington. We made it to San Antonio in about 3 1/2 hrs, made a stop at Hooters in Selma, and then headed off again. Got into Dallas around 6:3opm due to the heavy traffic that started outside of San Antonio and didnt end til we were near the DFW area. Had reservations at the Hyatt Regency downtown, so I stayed there one night and hung around down town. Tuesday we spent the entire day at the Ballpark at Arlington and then headed to my destination in Fort Worth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sh8DyPlZ9qI/AAAAAAAAAOE/M3LCHc54WLw/s1600-h/DSC04320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340991844796462754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sh8DyPlZ9qI/AAAAAAAAAOE/M3LCHc54WLw/s400/DSC04320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;View of downtown Dallas from our hotel room on the 21st floor of the Hyatt Regency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sh8DyYI3TrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Kc0jFO8hxKI/s1600-h/DSC04335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340991847092670130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sh8DyYI3TrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Kc0jFO8hxKI/s400/DSC04335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Ballpark at Arlington.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sh8DygXjv0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/pzVX6ujJELk/s1600-h/DSC04329.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340991849301786434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sh8DygXjv0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/pzVX6ujJELk/s400/DSC04329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The new Cowboys Stadium is pretty legittt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sh8DzK2IZ0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/MpQhGDQ-IUw/s1600-h/DSC04386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340991860704307010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sh8DzK2IZ0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/MpQhGDQ-IUw/s400/DSC04386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Upper level, behind home plate.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sh8DzTfOk1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Y2A95KtwqR4/s1600-h/DSC04397.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340991863024161618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sh8DzTfOk1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Y2A95KtwqR4/s400/DSC04397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lower level behind home plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'm gonna go to a few Ranger games this season, as well as some shows in Dallas, so this summer should be fun, guaranteed.  It's so quiet around here and very peaceful during the day, which is just what I needed.  I have no clue when I'll go back to Edinburg, but I don't really want to.  We'll just have to see how well these next few months go.  What's everyone else doing this summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-7895673292452676218?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/7895673292452676218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=7895673292452676218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7895673292452676218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7895673292452676218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-sold-my-soul-to-open-road.html' title='I Sold My Soul To The Open Road'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sh8DyPlZ9qI/AAAAAAAAAOE/M3LCHc54WLw/s72-c/DSC04320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-5432001605694647234</id><published>2009-05-23T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:15:02.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In This Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So like I wanna try something cool. It might just end up being super lame though, lol. I'm gonna post a video and you guys have to click play. Don't watch the video, just let it play and continue to read what I have to say. Ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK PLAY AND READ THE REST OF MY BLOG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=937242"&gt;In This Diary - The Ataris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=937242,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=937242,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Butterflies in my stomach. Heavy heart. Intense stress. Adrenaline build up. .&lt;/em&gt; All the things I feel right now. Getting ready to close one immense chapter of my life and open yet another. It feels right. Didn't realize my roots ran this deep. Although some were cut off, new ones grew in their place. Heres to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Relleny - Rell's always first and you know it. If I meet any girls, you'll be the first to pass judgement on them, cuz our friendship allows you to do that without me having a major BF lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Big "O" - You're my only friend still stuck in the 90's and still trying to adjust in the current decade while it's almost over lol. I love you man. Sure gonna miss those random conversations about the most retarded things. I will more than welcome your drunk dialing calls late night. Take care man, and road trip it somewhere this summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ally Allegory - You know how we do. Shake n Bake dawg. All Dayyy. Go to some shows for me this summer, like Emery; that should be a good one. Keep it real. Stickam fo sho. (fosholol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zar &amp;amp; Geo - Keep it up guys. My favorite thing this year is NSN, a day I'll never forget. Zar, you're awesome and I'm glad that you're one of my peers who I can learn from and have a good time while doing so. And Geo, I'm gonna miss ya man, save a spot on the scene for me, will ya? Summer's already gonna be big for DGE, hope that pours over into the fall when I return. Much success to you both.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Monikapolitan - Drink some 'ritas for me this summer. I'll spread the word about Monikapolitan.com like swine flu up there in the DFW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aberazzi - We rarely speak, but your shots are amazing and you're a pretty cool dude. Hold it down for the underground playa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marisol - While some of my old friendships have crumbled to the ground, yours was one that grew pretty strong. Thank you for everything. Have fun being with Gabriel all the time ;) buahahahaha. lol j/k. Hope you enjoy this summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gabriel - You're kind of a douche, and a big wierdo. But we've been friends since like 6th grade and have been holdin' it down since. Stay safe and enjoy the summer. Try not to miss me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Luci Lovegood - I don't know where you'll be this summer. Probably ATX i presume. Congratulations on your college graduation, that means you dont have to hide in the 2nd floor of the library, lol. Be jealous of me and ill be jealous of you, kthnx :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sam and Patrick of Goodbar - You guys brought Bayside and you do so much for music here in the area. Keep it real dudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Osiris - We may be totally different, but in some ways we're very much the same. Hope you have a good summer. Look to conversing with you more in the future about interesting subjects that come up. Take care you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;David - I probably saw you only like twice this whole year, but it's all good. If it's true that Texas State is calling my name, then destiny will take me there. Good luck with your summer internship. We'll keep in touch fo sho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Enrique, Mike Winter, Esteban - You guys are my boys now. It's clear there's a new faction on the rise to wreak havoc in this city. When I come back we're gonna roll hard, and own this town one more time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Smallchalet - You always bring out the best in me. You will always have a special place in my heart. It's not everyday that one meets interesting and extraordinary individuals like yourself. Take care of yourself Kit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rawrdaniel - Atlantic City sometime in the near future. New Jersey show me some loveeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesenia Reyes - Thank god we're not related lol j/k. Take care and have a good summer. Hope u find an internship so that u can finish ur degree. Laterzzz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rosemary Trevino - Keep a hard grip on those boys. I know theyre all out of control right now, but theyre good kids. Just gotta show em who's boss. Stay in touch, see you soon hopefully.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fidel &amp;amp; Rey - The only remaining members of "La Bola" that I actually get along with. While some of the others have turned into real douche bags, you guys still hold it down. This is gonna be a badass roadtrip and I'm gonna miss you guys once you leave. Take care guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And to those who I forgot to mention, goodbye and take care this summer. This is just goodbye for now, but it's something big for me. Thanks for everything. You all have helped made me who I am today, and for that I am greatful. Fellas let's roll.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShpHrn4zFwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/O_ZMWLHlF30/s1600-h/Picture+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339659122968303362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShpHrn4zFwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/O_ZMWLHlF30/s400/Picture+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up. These are the best days of our lives. The only thing that matters is just following your heart, and eventually you'll finally get it right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-5432001605694647234?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/5432001605694647234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=5432001605694647234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5432001605694647234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5432001605694647234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-this-diary.html' title='In This Diary'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShpHrn4zFwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/O_ZMWLHlF30/s72-c/Picture+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-3363864385922222756</id><published>2009-05-22T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:09:07.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holdin' It Down For The Underground</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh69/ZGileau13/homesick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh69/ZGileau13/homesick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's kinda crazy that lately this is the only thing I've been listening to. It's a pretty epic album, but more than that, I really connect with everything it says.  If these current moments of my life were put in a movie, there's no doubt that Homesick would be the soundtrack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been having a lot of mixed feelings about leaving to Fort Worth. These types of decisions are normally easier for me because I usually don't spend too much time away from home. However this is different and I'm pretty much uprooting to a new place.  I'm sad about leaving, but also glad to get away. It's been an emotional rollercoaster thus far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-3363864385922222756?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/3363864385922222756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=3363864385922222756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3363864385922222756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3363864385922222756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/holdin-it-down-for-underground.html' title='Holdin&apos; It Down For The Underground'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-2938583801803574327</id><published>2009-05-18T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:56:30.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday Stacy and Mike (Winter) planned a surprise gathering at Buffalo Wild Wings for Enrique's 22nd birthday. We enjoyed some drinks and delicious mango habanero and honey barbecue buffalo wings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some funny photos of us taken by Stacy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShJTNztwz_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/yoz02kuEUGI/s1600-h/l_152a084e526942eba91774593c433800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337420005073014770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShJTNztwz_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/yoz02kuEUGI/s400/l_152a084e526942eba91774593c433800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smallville's Lex Luthor and Clark Kent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShJTqnR-vSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/oGdtORsHDNE/s1600-h/l_c5da603a307f4974a057f9d09525c54e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337420499951467810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShJTqnR-vSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/oGdtORsHDNE/s400/l_c5da603a307f4974a057f9d09525c54e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kike and I caught by surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337420498344897810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShJTqhS8bRI/AAAAAAAAANs/CtUo5K8uFjY/s400/l_e8b017b81048496a8c55e75e482bffe6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShJTqoGEaJI/AAAAAAAAANk/qCNDkAcvhCg/s1600-h/l_e8618e27c23d42a69330f33293e2c7f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337420500169943186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShJTqoGEaJI/AAAAAAAAANk/qCNDkAcvhCg/s400/l_e8618e27c23d42a69330f33293e2c7f3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stacy and Enrique making uber retarded faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShJTObXSlgI/AAAAAAAAANc/gLXLqUvCsu4/s1600-h/l_01390bd0ac4b4720a569f874d7250bab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337420015716177410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShJTObXSlgI/AAAAAAAAANc/gLXLqUvCsu4/s400/l_01390bd0ac4b4720a569f874d7250bab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The broskies: Enrique, me, Red, Winter, and Esteban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShJTOH7eYWI/AAAAAAAAANM/deGd9kPIJf0/s1600-h/l_072e4b9ee9684ca083213cf7cbdf9a80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337420010499236194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShJTOH7eYWI/AAAAAAAAANM/deGd9kPIJf0/s400/l_072e4b9ee9684ca083213cf7cbdf9a80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheers. Let's hear it for the b-day boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShJTOEwuHHI/AAAAAAAAANE/qCX13kmlW4c/s1600-h/l_8d20bca5f289464aab6bbc228aee1625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337420009648823410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShJTOEwuHHI/AAAAAAAAANE/qCX13kmlW4c/s400/l_8d20bca5f289464aab6bbc228aee1625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Party hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Despite the small complication where the server misprinted our tickets, we had a really good time there. We bounced and hit up Margarita Streets for some of their $2 margaritas, FTW. woot woot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-2938583801803574327?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/2938583801803574327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=2938583801803574327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2938583801803574327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2938583801803574327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-surprises.html' title='Birthday Surprises'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShJTNztwz_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/yoz02kuEUGI/s72-c/l_152a084e526942eba91774593c433800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-2520992561016081271</id><published>2009-05-18T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:48:16.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Rewind</title><content type='html'>So I think it was time that I was due for another one of these. Let's talk about the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk170/Ivan2423/incredible_hulk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk170/Ivan2423/incredible_hulk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh yeah so like the night before, I had gone to see Bayside at the Incubator. It was a pretty rad show as they played a ton of songs, both old and new. Well I still had one more final to go and a 6 page paper due. I pulled an all nighter for it and didnt finish the paper til about 5:30 in the morning. I slept for about 5 hrs, and woke up at 10:30am to finish editing and typing up the works cited page and all that. Went to class at 1pm, professor wasnt there. Instead it was his wife who substituted for the class. Since she didnt know what was going on and we didnt know what was going on, we ended up using our notes and our books for the final. And she also reviewed with us before the final. I hadnt really studied for the test, so I think that saved my tail. I sold that literature book from hell afterwards and just came home. Took a nap for a few hrs. I just relaxed and watched TV and stuff. Oh yea, the rockets beat the lakers to push a game 7. After that I saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Incredible Hulk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (the new one, not the one from 2003 with Eric Banna) and I have to say, I'm excited for The Avengers movie due in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisol, Gabriel and I had dinner at Mesquite Grill. I had a Commodore Cheese Burger w/ bacon and jalapenos added. Trust me, CCB + B + J = FTW. Later that evening I went bar hopping downtown with Big O, Yesenia, David, Priscilla, Saul, Philip, and Efrain. Hung out at El Patio for a while then moved down to the other end to Speakeasy. Took the after party to Big O's house where he had bottles of Crown and Patron. I took it easy though and only had myself a couple drinks of Crown and Coke. The girls had gone inside but the rest of stayed outside and hung out for the rest of the night til about 5:30 am. Saul and I stayed at Big O's. You know I never mind staying over at Onesimo's house as I do staying over at other places. Its so wierd how I feel very comfortable there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShHHkdMLryI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yAsF-99LqEk/s1600-h/l_0364a74ab70eac99e9380a6182270ef5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337266462535692066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShHHkdMLryI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yAsF-99LqEk/s400/l_0364a74ab70eac99e9380a6182270ef5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;These are mah friennzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShHHkLStFsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/socoD9eWBbQ/s1600-h/l_556c2d78328e907ab973c4cbbe9d1199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337266457731208898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShHHkLStFsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/socoD9eWBbQ/s400/l_556c2d78328e907ab973c4cbbe9d1199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shoe Power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So the next afternoon, David, Priscilla, Saul, One and I had brunch at Alamo Restaurant in ::hold your breath:: Alamo. It was some small little local place. I had me some cheese enchiladas, FTW. Say it with meee. For The Win. Again, again...For The Winnnn! One stole a piece and David stole my beans lol. Got home and took a nap because I was still very sleepy. Chilled for a while then headed to DGE's show at The Incubator w/ Thee Armada. It was a very fun show and I hung out with Zar, Aberazzi, Geo, and Monikapolitan. BTW, Thee Armada's new songs "La La" and "Train To Tokyo" are killer. Other pretty killer bands were Thrash Unreal and Select Start, they really played well. The bands stayed over at the DGE house and they had a beer pong tourney. I wasnt able to make it because I live on the other side of the planet. I heard that party was rockin til about 7am. Danggg. Aberazzi should be posting up a photo blog soon. I went home and just watched some TV and saw yet another movie before I went to bed. This time it was, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShHMXsOkWPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/R-xkn4tHqpA/s1600-h/DSC04301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337271740792068338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShHMXsOkWPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/R-xkn4tHqpA/s400/DSC04301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thee Armada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well Sunday was actually pretty boring. I didnt even entirely watch Game 7 of the Rockets-Lakers series because it was pretty dissapointing. I baked a chocolate cake lol. I swear, whoever invented cake, invented tasty destruction. Wrastling PPV was on so I streamed that shit online, cuz thats how I do. Judgement Day was pretty entertaining to say the least. After that I just chilled and saw yet another movie before bed. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was last night's feature film and it's pretty hilarious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been pretty much chillin all day. There's not much to do and I'm just waiting to leave on Monday. I just have to clean my room, do some laundry and get my stuff ready to be ready to go. Today is my friend Enrique's birthday and I got invited to go have dinner with him and other friends at Buffalo Wild Wings. It looks like I'll have to catch up on the new episode of Greek and the season finale of How I Met Your Mother tommorow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-2520992561016081271?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/2520992561016081271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=2520992561016081271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2520992561016081271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2520992561016081271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-rewind.html' title='Weekend Rewind'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ShHHkdMLryI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yAsF-99LqEk/s72-c/l_0364a74ab70eac99e9380a6182270ef5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-4465919536990968875</id><published>2009-05-13T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:34:13.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wish we could hang like we did back then but that's pretty impossible now. We're all grown up and life's pulled us apart. I miss you my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-4465919536990968875?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/4465919536990968875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=4465919536990968875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4465919536990968875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4465919536990968875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish-we-could-hang-like-we-did-back.html' title=''/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-2780535767273102320</id><published>2009-05-08T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:47:02.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So yea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm super bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgUjdnM94GI/AAAAAAAAAMM/36m8ZSp-PdE/s1600-h/l_e01956bd8b7fb37188d060f68acfa998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333708325336768610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgUjdnM94GI/AAAAAAAAAMM/36m8ZSp-PdE/s400/l_e01956bd8b7fb37188d060f68acfa998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I miss these kids. R.I.P, Parade The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgUjdSuFplI/AAAAAAAAAME/VPcN9EGv6ds/s1600-h/8008623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333708319838545490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgUjdSuFplI/AAAAAAAAAME/VPcN9EGv6ds/s400/8008623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is by far the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. JS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Played with the webcam a little bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgUkTwq-_BI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AO9KbhEFuDg/s1600-h/Picture+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333709255591525394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgUkTwq-_BI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AO9KbhEFuDg/s400/Picture+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octo-flats from Monikapolitan.com, how do they look?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgUkUA1warI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GxoF3-ZEm4U/s1600-h/Picture+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333709259931675314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgUkUA1warI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GxoF3-ZEm4U/s400/Picture+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Super Aviator sunglasses also from Monikapolitan.com. Me gustan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Check it. It's how I roll, because Dolce &amp;amp; Gabana is for pussies.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-2780535767273102320?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/2780535767273102320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=2780535767273102320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2780535767273102320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2780535767273102320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-super-bored.html' title='So yea...'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgUjdnM94GI/AAAAAAAAAMM/36m8ZSp-PdE/s72-c/l_e01956bd8b7fb37188d060f68acfa998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6818734788942990905</id><published>2009-05-07T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:43:23.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight With Tools</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t42/marves_cousin/Motivational%20Posters/Juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 452px" alt="" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t42/marves_cousin/Motivational%20Posters/Juice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today in my Social &amp;amp; Political Philosophy class we had student presentations, yet again. The first one was on Ghandi, the second one was about Isreal, Right or Wrong. and then we had 3 others on death penalty, womens rights, and animal rights, that were cut short. I have to say, all of these were rather interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;First of all, if everyone's against imperalism, communism, or equal rights, why do they always kill the good guy? These stories have always ended in tragedy. MLK, is yet another example of that. It's insane right? There's something really wrong in human nature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The more interesting part of the class was when Maria, punk rock enthusiast/activist, began talking about Isreal. If you all know the history of Isreal, the land of Palestine was taken to put these people there right after WWII. Since then theyve been a power trip with their Zionist theories, thinking the "holy land" belongs to them. And it's true, Right or Wrong. That only means, you're either with us or against them. And the President of Iran is crazy? IMO, he's only standing up for the Muslims that are being oppressed in Ghaza. I wouldn't be surprised if these little shits cause the brink of another world war. This is one of the principles of why I don't do religion. Who knew such a book would cause so much chaos. And before you start judging me, there's a difference between spiritualism and religion. With me, the bible, has no real value. I understand the meaning of the stories, it's so that you can be a moral person, but I dont believe in it as a prophecy, a rule book, or a historical reference. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Factory farming: the cause of most diseases in this country because people don't know how to eat healthy. Yes people, in addition to stealing money from local economies by putting small farms out of business, factory farming produces plenty of environmental and health hazards. Cest pools from hog farms pollute water supplies and the soil when they overflow. The cows at the feed lots produce methane gas that pollutes the ozone layer. Chickens arent any healthier, both egg laying hens and fryers are kept in horrible conditions as well. All of these factory farming environments not only mistreat animals, but they are petri dishes where viruses and diseases easily breed. And all of that is cut up and packaged and sent to your local grocery store. Then you eat it, and you die. Did i mention all the hormones and anti-biotics that are added? You eat all of that and its hazardous to your health. I'm not saying not to eat meat, but come on people, be aware of where your shit comes from. That's why I don't smoke, tobacco itself is not all that harmful, but after they mix in cyanide and pesticides and other crap, well then theyre deadly. Which makes marijuana safer than cigarretes. Although right now I think sometimes they have pesticides, but anways my point is that most of it or part of the supply is organic, and doesnt contain all those other toxins. Which is the reason, hamburgers, and other packaged meats are pretty much like buying cigarretes. Too much of it will kill you. And if it doesnt kill you, it will probably give you a brain tumor, cancer, diabetes or something else that eventually will. And that's the reality of factory farming. Meat is good, just not that kind, because just like everything else, it has additives, and its been genetically "modified" and we know how well that goes. So that's just my take on that. Luckily for me, I mainly keep it vegetarian, organic, and low fat. Yea i know that's not gonna keep me from dying, but it will help me live longer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6818734788942990905?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6818734788942990905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6818734788942990905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6818734788942990905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6818734788942990905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/fight-with-tools.html' title='Fight With Tools'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t42/marves_cousin/Motivational%20Posters/th_Juice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-2066527356441524692</id><published>2009-05-05T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:08:54.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold The Future of Art....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey Everyone,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My very good friend and art major, Rell, will be holding an awesome art show this weekend, along with some of her peers from UTB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Check out the flyer below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c226/thepunkybunnie/editedflyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 616px" alt="" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c226/thepunkybunnie/editedflyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center presents 2009 Emerging Artists exhibition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;SAN BENITO—The Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center is proud to host Emerging Artists 2009, an exhibition featuring seven up-and-coming artists from the University of Texas Brownsville and Texas Southmost College. The artists, students of Art Education, will show a range of artwork from paintings to photographs and sculptures. An opening reception will be held at the Cultural Arts Center at 225 E. Stenger on Saturday, May 9, 2009 from 6:30 to 8:30 p.m.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The works include examples of art forms studied in Dr. Lefler’s Senior Experience course for graduating Art Education seniors. The students were asked to not only create an exhibition, but also secure a venue, generate publicity, and handle all other aspects of the event. The artists featured are Vanessa Cortinas, Frank Barrera, Lourdes Garcia de Alba, Rellenny Munguia, Elizabeth Moreno, Jessica Arriaga, and Christian Wilcox.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;“Traditionally, when we have senior shows, everything is provided for them and all they have to do is generate work. We decided to take it one step further and get (the students) out in the real world and learn to do the legwork themselves,” Lefler said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Student and artist Rellenny Munguia said the exhibition will highlight the group’s varied style and point of view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;“We all have different styles considering that we have had almost all the same professors guiding us,” Munguia said. “There wasn’t a common ground in our artwork to work, so the title of the show evidently became 2009 Emerging Artists.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For Brownsville native Vanessa Cortinas, this will be her first exhibition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;“It’s cool because we get to have the experience of setting up our own show and it means a lot more because it’s all done together,” Cortinas said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lourdes Garcia, who returned to college 40 years after graduating high school said she hopes to showcase how art reflects history, culture and religion. She also plans to use this experience in the classroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;“As future teacher, I feel privileged to be able to transmit the significance of art to students in the classroom and through my art work,” Garcia said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Many art forms and styles were studied in Dr. Lefler’s class including surrealism, abstract, pointillism and pop art.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;“I think when it all comes together, it will be a pleasant surprise,” Lefler said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-2066527356441524692?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/2066527356441524692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=2066527356441524692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2066527356441524692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2066527356441524692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/behold-future-of-art.html' title='Behold The Future of Art....'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-5805349174783930096</id><published>2009-05-05T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:33:06.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trippin' Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yea I just found out my 6 page literary research critique paper is due Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I need to book a flight and figure out what day i'm gonna leave to DFW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I need to redo my financial aid stuff before i go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have 2 finals on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My parents are leaving this weekend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Totally stressing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-5805349174783930096?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/5805349174783930096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=5805349174783930096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5805349174783930096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5805349174783930096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/trippin-balls.html' title='Trippin&apos; Balls'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6343517663562167769</id><published>2009-05-05T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:10:43.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Girls That Wear Abercrombie and Fitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;25% off all sunglasses at monikapolitan.com!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgCpn5rGQmI/AAAAAAAAALM/b3oI57h82fc/s1600-h/summerhomead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332448461768245858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgCpn5rGQmI/AAAAAAAAALM/b3oI57h82fc/s400/summerhomead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In addition to the new store launch recently, Monikapolitan is also having a summer sale! 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Get yours today before they go out of stock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just scored myself a couple of cool pairs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgCrZWx4c1I/AAAAAAAAALU/OhCQzJAku9M/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332450410906547026" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgCrZWx4c1I/AAAAAAAAALU/OhCQzJAku9M/s400/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DJ Turbo Aviator Sunglasses only $9 right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgCrZUzfNBI/AAAAAAAAALc/DG0Cb1oLDlo/s1600-h/thumbnail2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332450410376410130" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgCrZUzfNBI/AAAAAAAAALc/DG0Cb1oLDlo/s400/thumbnail2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Octo Flat Top Sunglasses also only $9 right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ships local, out of state, and international.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can follow Monikapolitan on twitter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/monikapolitan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.twitter.com/monikapolitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about the latest news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.monikapolitan.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://blog.monikapolitan.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6343517663562167769?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6343517663562167769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6343517663562167769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6343517663562167769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6343517663562167769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like-girls-that-wear-abercrombie-and.html' title='I Like Girls That Wear Abercrombie and Fitch'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SgCpn5rGQmI/AAAAAAAAALM/b3oI57h82fc/s72-c/summerhomead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-3234347666700966160</id><published>2009-05-02T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:55:42.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh Hayley Williams...</title><content type='html'>I'm totally addicted to this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=56332527"&gt;PARAMORE: Decoy (LIVE)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="290"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=56332527,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=56332527,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" width="390" height="300" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my favorite video from The Final RIOT! DVD/CD. I have a thing for redheads, especially little tough ones who can kick Taylor Swift's butt. Why Swift? Her sun dress, cowboy boots, and anorexic physique make her an easy target, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore is currently on tour with No Doubt and they have a stop in Dallas, TX on 5/30/09. I kinda wanna hit that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you know Hayley, tell her i said wassuppp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-3234347666700966160?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/3234347666700966160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=3234347666700966160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3234347666700966160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3234347666700966160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohh-hayley-williams.html' title='Ohh Hayley Williams...'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6207915814764611950</id><published>2009-05-01T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:26:58.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Rather Be In A Mosh Pit, Where I'm Most Comfortable</title><content type='html'>Dude, I am BAF. I read a little bit of Stephen Crane's "The Open Boat" because I have a class presentation on it. So yea, I literaly had my head in a book. For a while I joined Fidel and Rey at Applebee's but I didnt eat or drink, just chill. Yankees game was on, TG they came back to win. I was beginning to think the New Yankee Stadium was FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e33/starbright1301/Dallas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e33/starbright1301/Dallas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dallas, Texas CRUNK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So like Imma go chill in DFW for a while. Fort Worth actually, but I know I'll be spending tons of time in D-town for Warped Tour and other shows I wanna hit up. I'm gonna spend most, if not the entire summer at my sister's. That's cool because I get to spend time with Robby CuLT, and I really need to get out of here for a while. The only question is how and when am i getting there. Rey and Fidel are hitting up the Rangers-Yankees game in Arlington later this month, and want me to road trip with them on the way there. That's my least expensive option, but the game isnt til a week after finals. I was thinking of flying or taking a bus the weekend after finals, that way I can catch Bayside and Thee Armada before I go. Flying is about 100 bucks and the bus is 1/2 that but takes forever. Decisions, decisions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I can't sit still right now, so I'm gonna go catch some fresh air outside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6207915814764611950?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6207915814764611950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6207915814764611950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6207915814764611950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6207915814764611950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/id-rather-be-in-mosh-pit-where-im-most.html' title='I&apos;d Rather Be In A Mosh Pit, Where I&apos;m Most Comfortable'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-4205010108258124409</id><published>2009-05-01T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:00:12.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday the customized skin for my cellphone came in. Today, my LG Lotus replacement came in via UPS and I dropped everything I was doing to customize my shiit. It looks pimpin' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sft85w3pckI/AAAAAAAAALE/kyJaH4Z-gek/s1600-h/263169038341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330991915735806530" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sft85w3pckI/AAAAAAAAALE/kyJaH4Z-gek/s400/263169038341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Customized at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skinit.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;www.skinit.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you look closely on the bottom of the back side it has my blogger URL. Represent yo hood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My boy Edward came up with a badass URL for me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juniorisacultandlimbetterthanusoucansuckadick.net_cause.orgisforbitches/"&gt;www.juniorisacultandlimbetterthanUsoucansuckadick.net_cause.orgisforbitches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-4205010108258124409?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/4205010108258124409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=4205010108258124409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4205010108258124409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4205010108258124409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/05/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sft85w3pckI/AAAAAAAAALE/kyJaH4Z-gek/s72-c/263169038341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-181616114453746297</id><published>2009-04-29T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:25:33.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you having a ceasar??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So I've mentioned that I like to get on Stickam sometimes because its tons of fun. Well here's another instance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;joeyumm: Why are you like shaking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AllyFresh.: i LOVEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;joeyumm: and or having a ceasar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;jeremy_arevalo: u like emarosa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AllyFresh.: Emarosa lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.daniel: ceaser&lt;br /&gt;.daniel: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;.daniel: CEASER&lt;br /&gt;.daniel: omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AllyFresh.: hahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jrjuxtapose: a ceaser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.daniel: lmfao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jrjuxtapose: ceaser salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;alexrognholt: salad fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.daniel: im gona diee&lt;br /&gt;.daniel: lmfao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;joeyumm: got em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.daniel: lmfao omg lmao hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;joeyumm: you are ROFLing IRL right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jrjuxtapose: lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.daniel: brbr peeing my pantss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AllyFresh.: lmao, me toooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;jrjuxtapose: im dying in my iron man mask&lt;br /&gt;jrjuxtapose: with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AllyFresh.: hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.daniel: i can breathhh&lt;br /&gt;.daniel: I HAS PAIN IN CHEEESSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jeremy_arevalo: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.daniel: AND I CAN BREEAFFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AllyFresh.: my eyes are all watery lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.daniel: ok deep breathh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;alexrognholt: that was stupid in like 16 ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.daniel: mine too lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a little later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;joeyumm: She's ceasaring again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. We had no idea who that was, all I know is that Daniel kicked him. It was indeed the laugh of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-181616114453746297?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/181616114453746297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=181616114453746297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/181616114453746297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/181616114453746297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-having-ceasar.html' title='Are you having a ceasar??'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-2554707841617668094</id><published>2009-04-23T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:20:44.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck I'm Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The STC Library only has so many computers at the reference section and theyre all taken. Nobody even does work on them, they just check their myspace. Buncha turds...ok yes I wanted to check my myspace. I had to settle for the next best thing: the learning center. This lab is racist and wont let me get on myspace, so I can only blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's nothing interesting in the news today. One subject that has risen to many people's concern is gun control laws. Do we need them? I don't carry a gun, and go through each knowing the chances that I'll be shot to death are pretty minimal, so I have no big opinion. Some people however, feel that more laws will take away their 2nd Ammendment rights. If it were up to me, Id just enforce the laws that already exist instead of creating new ones all the time. Also, what are guns without bullets? Just a piece of junk metal or a club, really. So dont you think ammunition control is what they ought to do? If someones gonna buy ammo to kill someone else, then that nigga musta done something way wrong or the person buying bullets is just out of their minds. That's enough to get someone's attention isnt it? What do you guys think about protecting 2nd ammendment rights and gun control laws, do we need the laws and/or our 2nd ammendment right? I'm throwing comp with Jack Cafferty, so tell me what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Vitamin Water is delish. Too bad its the only thing I get to eat until I go pick up my card at Heavyweights. Last night I forgot to close my tab and I didnt realize it til I was home. The bar is all the way in mission and i live in edinburg. FML. Im closer to the area now, so thats good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanna be a DJ. What should my name be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Follow me on twitter biotch: www.twitter.com/juniorcult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-2554707841617668094?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/2554707841617668094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=2554707841617668094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2554707841617668094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2554707841617668094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-im-bored.html' title='Fuck I&apos;m Bored'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-7463675457928008513</id><published>2009-04-21T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:41:27.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shazam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w328/charder_2008/woahbjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w328/charder_2008/woahbjk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The single greatest force in all the NBA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm going to continue to talk about things nobody cares about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Theory of a Deadman's song "I Hate My Life" is the shittiest song I've ever heard in my life. It's practically a Nickelback ripoff. It's because of this I stopped listening to radio. The video sucks as well. I just saw it a while ago on MTV2. Fuck that shit. JS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Lakers are looking to repeat as Western Conference Champions. The Spurs-Mavs matchup is a load of suckage and the winner of the New Orleans/Denver matchup is unlikely to beat them. The only ones who have a good chance are the stronger Houston Rockets team and the young and wreckless (for other opponents that is) Portland Trailblazers. JS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough baseball. I go to my nephews games and watch it on TV. My favorite teams to watch are the NY Yankees and Astros. I really really really really and I do mean REALLY, HATE Boston. Seriously, baseball has become my favorite sport right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I doubt I'll be going to Dashboard Confessional this weekend afterall. I'm not in the mood for that gay shit right now, plus I would prefer a DGE or GoodBar event that's more upbeat and intimate. Ya heard meee. Bayside 5/13 &amp;amp; Thee Armada 5/16 @ The Mcallen Incubator. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Did you know it was Earth Day? I was gonna make a tye dye shirt today, but then I remembered, I'M NOT GAY. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(10 pts for using the word "gay" in back to back paragraphs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Also in today's events; My professor asked the class "What is a creed? Other than just a crappy band..." lmao,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Robert Andreisen FTW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Make sure to visit the new Monikapolitan webstore. Sweet shades, hand made accessories, and one of a kind fashionable items for less at &lt;a href="http://www.monikapolitan.com/"&gt;http://www.monikapolitan.com/&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-7463675457928008513?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/7463675457928008513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=7463675457928008513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7463675457928008513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7463675457928008513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/04/shazam.html' title='Shazam!'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-9187797117495982794</id><published>2009-04-21T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:36:03.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starts With One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/MFKRfuck/noreligion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/MFKRfuck/noreligion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There's a few things that I don't understand completely so I must ask questions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Seriously, what is the point of religion? I know its a guide to morality, but what's the point of gathering or conforming to such central ideas? If you know me, you know I'm a good person for the most part, but have totally different beliefs, especially when it comes to faith and religion. That's not to say I don't believe in God, because I totally do. But this whole attachment to an institution that tells you to fear god or you will burn in hell isn't my thing. Some people go as far as to say that they have a "calling", or whatever, but how? I know the explanation for it, but where's the proof? I'm a lost soul, but there's still a chance of saving me. If you can provide proof and a reasonable and NOT rational explanation, then consider me converted. Maybe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The other thing is, why are people afraid of being informed? Like with politics, society, and religious beliefs. Are they afraid theyre gonna flake? There's nothing wrong in coming to a realization and learning you were wrong. At least you've come to your senses and become more in touch with the world and gotten rid of that ignorance you kept carrying in your pockets. I know some people that I talk to on a regular basis dont like it when I criticize music for being corporate or talk about politics and how much of a fail this capitalist system and goverment is. Most people just say they dont care. But they should, because that's the kind of attitude that enables capitalists to run the economy to the ground. So my question again, why don't people like to learn or be informed of the things that will make them uncomfortable? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's the year 2009 and we live in America. It's not mandatory to walk in a straight line.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-9187797117495982794?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/9187797117495982794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=9187797117495982794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/9187797117495982794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/9187797117495982794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/04/starts-with-one.html' title='Starts With One'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-8455417794122072907</id><published>2009-04-13T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:12:14.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Your Only Friends Are Hotel Rooms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeQk5qMYJwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eKTil6NBI_s/s1600-h/Copy+of+54c7d6a77d7b39d97595f6b663aac8ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324421232456115970" style="WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeQk5qMYJwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eKTil6NBI_s/s400/Copy+of+54c7d6a77d7b39d97595f6b663aac8ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit juniorcult.blogspot.com!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I'd do something to get more publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel wierd today and it doesnt even feel like a Monday. I started listening to some Anberlin, well more of them actually, these past few days. It truly is some soothing stuff. FTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's episode of Greek was really good. I can't wait to see whats gonna happen next because the end was all dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda sore from running at the beach, swimming or trying to swim in the pool at the hotel, moshing at Silverstein, and running around and throwing a football around at the park Sunday. I guess its good though, feel the burn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My vocal chords are also a bit sore from singing my lungs out with Silvertein. I have sinus allergies too, FML. It was an awesome show under the stars and Shane Told is kinda like the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ate like a pig, probably ate like 7 times. Some pozole around noon, cake, cookies, more pozole, and then all late night some fries and fried chicken tenders. Gdamn, i ate like a pig. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister left back home today. Kinda sad Robby had to leave, but its all good. I'll see them in a month when i go stay over there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas baby! June 25-29th. The closer it gets, the more i get wet. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be free. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-8455417794122072907?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/8455417794122072907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=8455417794122072907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8455417794122072907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8455417794122072907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-your-only-friends-are-hotel-rooms.html' title='When Your Only Friends Are Hotel Rooms...'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeQk5qMYJwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eKTil6NBI_s/s72-c/Copy+of+54c7d6a77d7b39d97595f6b663aac8ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-4127366197224654297</id><published>2009-04-13T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:40:52.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Make The Best Of The Easter Weekend In 3 Easy Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Pick up a friend from the airport, grab some Mexican beer and rent a hotel room at the beach.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My friend Juan flew in from New Mexico this weekend, making the perfect time to runaway to the beach. Picked him up at 10am in Mcallen, and were on our way. We stopped in Port Isabel for some Wing Stop and some other necessities like a football, sand castle molds, and an ice chest to fill with Corona and Tecate. Mission accomplished.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOKtcZdy7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/iJCPFzzPjok/s1600-h/DSC04159.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324251697803807666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOKtcZdy7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/iJCPFzzPjok/s400/DSC04159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Oh hell yea, I wanna be a sea turtle!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOLXlldn8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/TNL3QkJ1DCk/s1600-h/DSC04161.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324252421824552898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOLXlldn8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/TNL3QkJ1DCk/s400/DSC04161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My turn to be the seahorse now."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeONs62rt3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/YnjIZJHictA/s1600-h/DSC04163.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324254987334432626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeONs62rt3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/YnjIZJHictA/s400/DSC04163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tecate + limon y sal + SPI = FTW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeONtNlyYvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lqOLKtbCwpg/s1600-h/DSC04179.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324254992363840242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeONtNlyYvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lqOLKtbCwpg/s400/DSC04179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Juan relaxing under the &lt;s&gt;sun&lt;/s&gt; clouds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeONtb4inZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/B8_MYfVkC4Y/s1600-h/DSC04185.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324254996200594834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeONtb4inZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/B8_MYfVkC4Y/s400/DSC04185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Diving. Just Drinking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeONth4GrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZzS9fdat64Y/s1600-h/DSC04192.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324254997809376578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeONth4GrUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZzS9fdat64Y/s400/DSC04192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon leaving or entering, always take a photo with the classic sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have a little bit of bbq and then head to a DGE show.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got home Saturday afternoon, and just dropped my bags at the door and crashed on the couch. A few hours later I went to my brother's apt for a little bbq/celebration for my nephews b-day. After that was over, Juan and I headed over to Las Palmas Race Track in Mission to catch the Silverstein show. I was running late already but Silverstein and Bless The Fall were of more importance to me. When I got there, A Static Lullaby was on their last song, which happened to be their cover of "Toxic" by Britney Spears. Bless the Fall was totally awesome, and Silverstein was off the heezy fo sho. I don't think i've ever moshed, jumped and sang my lungs out this much at a show before. And get this, Juan was tying his shoe and the Silverstein drumstick fell right in front of him, so he picked it up, that lucky fck. This show was FTW, most def.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOZWYkwaAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/c6qdZJMCM2Y/s1600-h/DSC04197.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324267794314848258" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOZWYkwaAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/c6qdZJMCM2Y/s400/DSC04197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This kiddo was in town and I heart him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOX_jICveI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9uP9Oz6gqDs/s1600-h/DSC04216.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324266302498586082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOX_jICveI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9uP9Oz6gqDs/s400/DSC04216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BTF - FTW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOX_2umM_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/QPyNy0IvrUM/s1600-h/DSC04218_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324266307760567282" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOX_2umM_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/QPyNy0IvrUM/s400/DSC04218_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beau Bokan welcome to Mission, TX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOYAAxf7pI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3rLR-7JgeL8/s1600-h/DSC04224.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324266310457093778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOYAAxf7pI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3rLR-7JgeL8/s400/DSC04224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silverstein!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOYAQTxUiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-3tRnThsVC8/s1600-h/DSC04237.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324266314627371554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOYAQTxUiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-3tRnThsVC8/s400/DSC04237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Danggg Shane, you're kinda like the mann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have a gathering of sorts with plenty of food and plenty of easter eggs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Easter is always fun when you have lots of easter eggs and family and friends around. What's not fun though, is the mess left afterwards. We had a family get together at Memorial Park in Edinburg and cooked plenty of food. I'm not into bbq that much so I usually just have potato salad, rice and pico de gallo w/ tortilla chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Conditions for an Easter egg war were perfect. When you have sunny skies in the evening and boat loads of easter eggs, you know its gonna go down. The number one rule in easter egg warfare is to always have an adequate supply of easter eggs for your arsenal and never get caught off guard. Those are the worse. Sure enough, it got durrtayy. We all know mexicans always have put flour in their easter eggs to get someone good. No mames guey, there were cartons upon cartons of these nukes and everyone was covered in harina. That's not it though, after those finished, some personal battles broke out and they started loading their easter eggs with whatever food they could find. Beans, pico de gallo, rice, cake frosting, baby formula, and melted chocolate candies all found their way into egg shells. If you think thats hardcore, the matches escalated with real eggs! Whoah nelly! Hardcore egg fights broke out. Luckily I was not involved in any of that, so I was almost as clean as a button. Crazyyyy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOgKpZK9FI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lE2DYSTNxs8/s1600-h/DSC04239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324275289252623442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOgKpZK9FI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lE2DYSTNxs8/s400/DSC04239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christian and J.T. on the offensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOgKeN2cjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3--kOhGYyHE/s1600-h/DSC04238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324275286252352050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOgKeN2cjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3--kOhGYyHE/s400/DSC04238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh snap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So this was my weekend folks. Relaxation at the beach, hardcoreness at a show, and feast and frenzy with family on Easter. It was totally good, how was yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-4127366197224654297?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/4127366197224654297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=4127366197224654297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4127366197224654297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4127366197224654297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-make-best-of-easter-weekend-in-3.html' title='How To Make The Best Of The Easter Weekend In 3 Easy Steps'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SeOKtcZdy7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/iJCPFzzPjok/s72-c/DSC04159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6561166174744034627</id><published>2009-04-11T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:52:15.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather burn than fall...</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a few days. Tuesday was the only day I had class this week because there were no classes held on Thursday due to the Easter holiday. What is the point of easter anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much at all during the week until yesterday when I hit up the beach with a few friends. Seperate blog for that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Silverstein and I'm totally stokedddd. It's gonna get down and dirty at Las Palmas tonight fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is in town and theyre using my penthouse, so I'm out of a room til Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take a break from all this drama that surrounds me. Personally I think it's pretty stupid. April is FCKSHTUP Month, not CRY2MEBOUTURPROBLMS Month. Fuck that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, expect new blogs next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6561166174744034627?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6561166174744034627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6561166174744034627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6561166174744034627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6561166174744034627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/04/id-rather-burn-than-fall.html' title='I&apos;d rather burn than fall...'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-2236862015933404148</id><published>2009-04-07T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:57:30.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discover The Unseen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u294/jcphenom/invisible_children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u294/jcphenom/invisible_children.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every War Has A Chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was super nervous this morning when I went to class because I had to do my presentation today. My topic was Invisible Children. It's a non-profit organization dedicated to stop the child soldier crisis in northern Uganda. I totally nailed it though, initiated class discussion and my nervousness quickly went away. It was only supposed to be about 10 mins long but went on for more than that. I feel proud of myself, because people we're really interested in it. I encourage you to visit &lt;a href="http://www.invisiblechildren.com/"&gt;www.invisiblechildren.com&lt;/a&gt; to find out more, and watch the documentary &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Invisible Children: Rough Cut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, that started this whole movement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Also on a side note, this is something that's really important to me. I feel like I have a connection with the world through music, politics, science, and philosophy.  I always have my head stuck in those things, and if ever I can make a difference through awareness, I'll be glad to. There's a lot more happening in the world than what you see on CNN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have no iPod today and it's killing me! Turns out it's been running since the last two days when I took the headphones off, i forgot to turn it off and lock it. I'm gonna be totally bored for the rest of the day until I get home. I was gonna use it to calm me down before my presentation, but I didnt have it, so I had to dish it out. Thankfully, everything turned out fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gonna get some Vitamin Water, because I've been craving one. I dont know what to eat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;There's no classes Thursday, so that makes me a lucky dawg. I have the rest of the week off starting after my next class. Fuck yesss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-2236862015933404148?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/2236862015933404148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=2236862015933404148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2236862015933404148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2236862015933404148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/04/discover-unseen.html' title='Discover The Unseen'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-8731402506821276181</id><published>2009-04-04T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:21:27.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In This City</title><content type='html'>Esteban and I went to the McAllen Art Walk yesterday. We checked out some of the galleries early on and then went to get some grub. Afterwards we came back again and met up with Lorena and Karina. We also met up with our friends Enrique and Mike who were with Stacy and Omar. Omar was being a total douchebag and just wanted to drink so they didnt stick with us very long and went somewhere else. So the rest of us checked out the other galleries and then headed downtown to hang at the bars downtown. We hit up Boileroom first and then headed over to Shine. We did go to Thirsty Monkey's and and Flesh but it turned out to be a FAIL, so we just headed back to Shine for a while longer and then went over to El Patio after we had met up with another one of Lore's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdebqVGbfsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eqBh2AWGq8k/s1600-h/DSC04142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320892636282453698" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdebqVGbfsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eqBh2AWGq8k/s400/DSC04142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rockin some Calvin Klein, DKNY &amp;amp; 310's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sdeb5bwsX-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/gldGQMa2VB8/s1600-h/DSC04149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320892895768371170" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sdeb5bwsX-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/gldGQMa2VB8/s400/DSC04149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The beatiful Lore at the Nuevo Santander gallery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdecZJGu3OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Th3Qc9_vR6w/s1600-h/DSC04150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320893440516349154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdecZJGu3OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Th3Qc9_vR6w/s400/DSC04150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lorena &amp;amp; Esteban at the Boileroom terrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdecqW_m55I/AAAAAAAAAJE/_EXuYDbicqo/s1600-h/DSC04151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320893736302339986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdecqW_m55I/AAAAAAAAAJE/_EXuYDbicqo/s400/DSC04151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forgot her name, Esteban, Lore, &amp;amp; Me at SHINE terrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sdec6m00D8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/sK3Ple-EWfM/s1600-h/DSC04153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320894015429939138" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sdec6m00D8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/sK3Ple-EWfM/s400/DSC04153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maria and Lorena getting down at El Patio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Steve and I for some reason were horribly non-photogenic yesterday and that's cuz we weren't drinking. Weird. So those are the best photos we could get. So like I totally had a blast last night, even though I was sober. It actually feels nice not drinking sometimes. The cover band at Shine totally butchered a ton of songs, to put it mildy, and not say that they totally sucked. The bouncer at Shine is also a dang douchebag for not wanting to let us in again after we had paid and been stamped. I know that guy from somewhere else and he's a total dickhead, so fuck him. All the girls we were with were pretty hot and it was like a 7:2 ratio. Total WIN. It was a pretty good night, I'll say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When I got home last night, I got a horrible pain in my side, I thought I was splitting into 2 people, just like in mitosis. I'm glad it went away during the night and I'm ok now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-8731402506821276181?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/8731402506821276181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=8731402506821276181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8731402506821276181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8731402506821276181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-this-city.html' title='In This City'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdebqVGbfsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eqBh2AWGq8k/s72-c/DSC04142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6448869841569962959</id><published>2009-04-02T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:07:54.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids.</title><content type='html'>No pictures, just words in colored fonts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I almost cant refuse the offer to go with Luci Lovegood to ATX for Death Cab &amp;amp; Ra Ra Riot, yet again. You can never have enough of the beautiful girls from RRR and Death Cab is just Death Cab man, like who would pass that up? BTW, Luci is the queen of indie music, and I'm totally jealous of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I missed my first class today for staying up late again. Good thing we were only supposed to go to like the Cooper Center for a presentation at the Global Sex Slavery conference going on there. No you can't buy prostitutes there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The STC Pecan Campus feels small now. Or maybe I'm just turning into the flash. Its not a gigantic campus like UTPA, but I swear, last year it would take me forever to walk from building to building. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I played some Rilo Kiley while I was walking around earlier. Totally felt like I was in SoCal. I also played some Ramones, and I want to go to Blitzburg now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All of this should be on twitter, but i'm so bad at keeping up with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm hungry, so Imma go get some grub. That should be on twitter too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6448869841569962959?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6448869841569962959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6448869841569962959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6448869841569962959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6448869841569962959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids.html' title='Kids.'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-8766706620670570531</id><published>2009-04-02T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:54:15.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ally was totally LHAO and Daniel was all like OMG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is why its so damn fun being on Stickam:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AllyFresh.: i bite my nails like they're going to finish :/&lt;br /&gt;AllyFresh.: lmao.&lt;br /&gt;AllyFresh.: i should stop lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jrjuxtapose: me too ally&lt;br /&gt;jrjuxtapose: im already at the joint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AllyFresh.: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AllyFresh.: i hate when you bite too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rawrdaniel: i have no fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AllyFresh.: and it burns for like 2-3 days.&lt;br /&gt;AllyFresh.: lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jrjuxtapose: and it picas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rawrdaniel: picas ftwwwww hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jrjuxtapose: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AllyFresh.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:hahahahah@picas"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahahahah@picas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AllyFresh.: LMAOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rawrdaniel: hahahahahaahha thats what i thought lmfao&lt;br /&gt;rawrdaniel: i was like holy shittt picaaa&lt;br /&gt;rawrdaniel: fuckinggg hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AllyFresh.: lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jrjuxtapose: ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rawrdaniel: its the same word in portugese as well so i waslike omgg haah&lt;br /&gt;rawrdaniel: fucking junior ftw&lt;br /&gt;rawrdaniel: and it picas&lt;br /&gt;rawrdaniel: hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Something hilarious always happens at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stickam.com/fosholol"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;www.stickam.com/fosholol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-8766706620670570531?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/8766706620670570531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=8766706620670570531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8766706620670570531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8766706620670570531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/04/ally-was-totally-lhao-and-daniel-was.html' title='Ally was totally LHAO and Daniel was all like OMG!!'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-5967629790925961562</id><published>2009-03-31T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:23:14.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FTW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stickam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamesauce'/><title type='text'>For The Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdL3NN2hh8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/syRKQDL2Pm8/s1600-h/DSC04128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319585916306687938" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdL3NN2hh8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/syRKQDL2Pm8/s320/DSC04128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J.T. ftw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went to my nephew's baseball game today. He plays for the Padres in the Edinburg little leagues. They pretty much pwned the other team big time like 13-1 or something like that. It was pretty massive. They were about to get a shutout, but the Yankees scored 1. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today was total lamesauce. I had to wake up at 9am and get to class at 10am and then take a test at 1pm but then the prof said we had to use turn it in and get to him by 6pm. Make sense? Yea i thought so. The entire day I've been sleepy. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FML&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had to make an alternate stickam account because yesterday some asshole kicked me out and i was banned for 24 hrs. Talk about total addiction. At least i was able to get back into Ally's live. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juxtapose FTW.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I recieved my first hater comment today. Anonymous hate posters can suck whale tits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fucking want wings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-5967629790925961562?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/5967629790925961562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=5967629790925961562&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5967629790925961562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5967629790925961562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-win.html' title='For The Win'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdL3NN2hh8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/syRKQDL2Pm8/s72-c/DSC04128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6176188970434600027</id><published>2009-03-31T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:24:51.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migrant education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cesar Chavez'/><title type='text'>The Fight is Never About Grapes or Lettuce. It is Always About People.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdJQsEBl7SI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SiKg_1GumwI/s1600-h/Cesar_Chavez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319402827802864930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdJQsEBl7SI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SiKg_1GumwI/s320/Cesar_Chavez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Viva la causa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The end of all education should surely be service to others."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cesar Chavez &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today is Cesar Chavez Day and I wouldn't have remembered that if it wasn't for the slideshow in the student activities building. I can't tell you just how great I think this man is. Being a farm worker at one point in my life and coming from a family who for generations before has been, everything he accomplished as a civil rights activist really means a lot to me and makes him one of my personal heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a related note, some people here in the Valley have an angry sentiment for migrant students because they recieve financial aid or opportunities regular students dont. But that's the common misconception. They wouldn't understand that being displaced from home constantly makes it hard to recieve a decent education. It's a battle trying to catch up in classes after starting school somewhere away from home and then coming back mid fall, then leaving again in the spring. It's very hard. Half the time, students who go through this don't even graduate high school. Organizations who provide the help and opportunities for migrant students know what it's like and choose to make an effort to help these kids get ahead and not live the life their parents do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with another famous quote from Cesar Chavez;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Once social change begins, it cannot be reversed. You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride. You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore. We have seen the future, and the future is ours."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6176188970434600027?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6176188970434600027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6176188970434600027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6176188970434600027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6176188970434600027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/viva-la-causa-end-of-all-education.html' title='The Fight is Never About Grapes or Lettuce. It is Always About People.'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdJQsEBl7SI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SiKg_1GumwI/s72-c/Cesar_Chavez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-1138801128945790064</id><published>2009-03-30T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:45:47.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stickam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior Juxtapose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRESH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twenty Fo Sevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fo Shiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ally Allegory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Err Day'/><title type='text'>Stickam To Your Guns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdG8dVu8RLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZXGTcl1Gkng/s1600-h/stickam.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319239847137526962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdG8dVu8RLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZXGTcl1Gkng/s400/stickam.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My new favorite cyber hangout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I found a new way to waste time. Ally linked me to her Stickam page and when she's on we "lol" with all the funny things that we say in the chatroom. Reminds me of the AOL days. I heart Ally Allegory with all my heart. Kinda redundant, but true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We're also gonna come out with something FRESH and NEW, so watchouttttt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-1138801128945790064?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/1138801128945790064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=1138801128945790064&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/1138801128945790064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/1138801128945790064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/stickam-to-your-guns.html' title='Stickam To Your Guns!'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SdG8dVu8RLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZXGTcl1Gkng/s72-c/stickam.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-3943532681109488785</id><published>2009-03-28T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:31:35.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grunge Is Dead</title><content type='html'>"Grunge Is Dead" is the caption from a t-shirt Kurt Cobaine would wear, in case you wanted to know why I started off with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think about grunge and 90's rock, I always think about this now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What is Sublime? Other than some crappy band..."&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Andreisen, my American Literature professor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the subjects we covered in that class was the supernatural. First of all, just so you know. I hate aliens or ghosts. Talk about them completely annoys me. You know what they should add to the list of these so called "supernatural" things? Douche bags. I want to know how the hell they came about, and where on earth did they get the idea to wear shirts and mesh trucker hats with little gems and sequins on them? Surely that's not an Earth thing. There's gotta be some queer planet where they came from. And if you do find that queer planet, then NASA's search of alien life would be over. My other theory is that the bodies of those retards may be exorcised by some really gay ass ghosts who get their revenge by making them look uber gay. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also speaking of white, suburban, stoner fucks (Wikipedia keyword: Sublime), I agree with Ant. Asher Roth DOES suck and he IS an Eminimen ripoff. Why out of all things would anyone want to do that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sc5nFAglwnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/n3zf4pN_MpU/s1600-h/DSC04100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318301545704833650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sc5nFAglwnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/n3zf4pN_MpU/s320/DSC04100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Big O is 100% random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thursday was Big O's birthday and several of us had dinner at Texas Roadhouse. Cheapo's close early so we were out of there by like 10:30 and some of us carried the party over to his house with a 12 pack. I didn't get home til about 4:30am. FCKSHTUP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Friday I didn't feel like doing a darn thing, so I stayed in and caught the regional semifinals of the Big Dance. I tried to fix my router but had no luck. It's the gayest thing everrr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I feel a little bit bummed because of some bad news I recieved yesterday. I still can't believe it. More on this later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tonight is Big O's official birthday celebration and tommorrow I may hit the beach for Fidel's birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Momma's cooking some brisket and I can't wait til later to have a delicious brisket sammich with some of those delish onions sitting on the table and some pickle slices. Yummy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zar's thinking of making FCKSHTUP streetgear. haha that's gonna be awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-3943532681109488785?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/3943532681109488785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=3943532681109488785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3943532681109488785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3943532681109488785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/grunge-is-dead.html' title='Grunge Is Dead'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sc5nFAglwnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/n3zf4pN_MpU/s72-c/DSC04100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6629715123789949190</id><published>2009-03-26T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:28:41.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School That's Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/03/24/barstool-design-win/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-14263" title="fail-owned-barstool-win" style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="349" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/fail-owned-barstool-win.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need one of these stools.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;STC is being really gay right now by not letting me log on to Myspace to kill time. Hey, there's a couple right in front of me and their both wearing mesh trucker hats with little gems on them! Can you say, "Made in Reynosa."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I got to class about 20 mins late and had to take a quiz outside. So I did it. I missed class Tuesday too, so I had no clue what it was about, but im sure i got some good points from it because it was on John Locke. By the way, I got my midterm back and got a 95 on it! Yeahh boyy. My presentation is gonna be on Invisible Children, the organization dedicated to bring awareness about the child soldiers in Uganda. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just had a Blimpie sandwich. That should really do it for the rest of the day. Speaking of which, I signed up for the flyout giveaway for the Britney Spears concert at the MGM Grand in Vegas, April 25th. She must really suck for people to be giving away a free trip to go see her. And for the record, I DID NOT sign up for that. I was kidding... or was I? haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have to do an in class essay in my American Literature class at 1pm, but Id rather be &lt;s&gt;sleeping&lt;/s&gt;, nah, &lt;s&gt;smokin' some herb.&lt;/s&gt; AT THE BEACH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6629715123789949190?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6629715123789949190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6629715123789949190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6629715123789949190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6629715123789949190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-thats-cool.html' title='School That&apos;s Cool'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-1819291039947678961</id><published>2009-03-25T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:44:21.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlantic City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTV'/><title type='text'>Fight What</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll194/geckoballs2/Movies%20and%20Books/crap-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px" alt="" src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll194/geckoballs2/Movies%20and%20Books/crap-40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brooklyn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm not really that much into MTV reality shows or reality tv for that matter, but one show that I always follow is Real World. My favorites have been the San Diego, Austin, and Denver casts, but now I think Brooklyn has surpassed those. This one has had the drama, but has really been more about friendships and individual lives rather than all the crazy hookups you see in the other seasons. There's only one episode left and go figure, something had to give. I look forward to the season finale next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonights episode was about Ryan trying to cope with his redeployment to Iraq. They all took a trip to Atlantic City to party and gamble and have a good time all together to help take some of the pressure off Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to say thank you to the veterans you know, and for those young folks that serve in the military, hope that they come home safe. And if you want to take it a step further, vote and let your local politicians be aware of your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...I can't wait to go to Vegas and gamble! Yayay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-1819291039947678961?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/1819291039947678961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=1819291039947678961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/1819291039947678961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/1819291039947678961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/fight-what.html' title='Fight What'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll194/geckoballs2/Movies%20and%20Books/th_crap-40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-8654526716716671940</id><published>2009-03-23T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:16:25.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm On Crack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i628.photobucket.com/albums/uu5/Carbide50/Insomnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 427px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://i628.photobucket.com/albums/uu5/Carbide50/Insomnia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Half asleep but still wide awake. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;No i'm not actually on crack but I can't sleep. Which makes me wonder....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lot of things I say require some thinking. People don't like to think. Those people are stupid. I love to think, even though I go blank sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Playing with water guns is super dope fo sho. It's a good thing I remembered to get my water guns from outside. I dont want anybody stealing my Super Soakers. That would be money down the drain and no more ways to cool off on hot sunny days. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to find a picture of my uncle. Nobody seems to have one of him by himself. So one of my missions is to look for one. There's gotta be one somewhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still refuse to read Festiva. Their music reviews are kinda lame and only appeal to the lamers who listen or read most of that mainstream bullshit. I can do a better job, seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What to sheep count when they can't sleep?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ZzZzZzzzzz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-8654526716716671940?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/8654526716716671940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=8654526716716671940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8654526716716671940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8654526716716671940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-on-crack.html' title='I&apos;m On Crack'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-8811506605167544170</id><published>2009-03-22T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:46:51.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting my hair did</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Scco5jFAuzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/C7w8MD0a_Nw/s1600-h/l_48fbbc2534914e2a9dad6aaa7d719b41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316262854268074802" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Scco5jFAuzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/C7w8MD0a_Nw/s320/l_48fbbc2534914e2a9dad6aaa7d719b41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bayside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bleaching my hair sounds pretty daring. I want to do that soo bad, but at a really random time. That would be an excellent event for my FCKSHTUP campaign. Also an awesome idea: Bayside tats. Ally Allegory and I are gonna get our Bayside ink before the end of the year, fer sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that came up because Ally told me about Anthony Raneri's blog on Tumblr.com. Check it out sometime, its some really good stuff. He's like my ultimate man crush. Ant and I have very similar personalities. Too similar, in fact. I already read it all so I'm up to speed and can't wait to read the new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://antpants.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://antpants.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wasn't kidding about bleaching my hair. I will do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photobucket video embedding on Blogger sucks dick, so you have to refresh the page a few times. I shoulda put them on JewTube. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-8811506605167544170?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/8811506605167544170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=8811506605167544170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8811506605167544170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8811506605167544170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-getting-my-hair-did.html' title='I&apos;m getting my hair did'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Scco5jFAuzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/C7w8MD0a_Nw/s72-c/l_48fbbc2534914e2a9dad6aaa7d719b41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-3432742783385828555</id><published>2009-03-20T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:55:28.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never Say Never'/><title type='text'>There's No Charge For Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>I still have Never Say Never residue in my brain. That was probably my favorite day out the 23 1/2 years that I've been alive. Well actually it was the 2nd, because when I was little my mom got me a Ninja Turtles and Batman piñata for my birthday. But still, this has been the highlight since then. The Zar-zantuan sized festival makes the Dontgetemo guys completely legit. You know how in Resident Evil (the game or the 2nd movie) where they have the gatling gun that just charges up and then goes nonstop round per round til it mowes everything down with bullets? Well, that's pretty much what they did. They filled the Las Palmas Race Park grounds with tons of kids and on 2 stages kept loading band after band and the energy just kept going. This whole Geo-nannigan lasted a good 13 hrs. From 11:30am past 12:30am when Anberlin finished playing. Totally insane. A few things that I saw were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Scarlett O'harra tearing up the 2nd stage when they opened up&lt;br /&gt;- The Requested drawing one of the biggest crowds at the main stage throughout the day&lt;br /&gt;- The Summer Set with their hott girl drummer and cool set.&lt;br /&gt;- Alesana's wild performance.&lt;br /&gt;- LMFAO picking up the energy after everyone was drained from standing in the heat.&lt;br /&gt;- NeverShoutNever exciting all the girls when he came on.&lt;br /&gt;- I Set My Friends On Fire set the crowd on fire with a moshpit frenzy on the 2nd stage.&lt;br /&gt;- The crowd losing their Enter Shikari virginity.&lt;br /&gt;- The Maine's cool performance in the closing segments.&lt;br /&gt;- Shwayze &amp;amp; Cisco Adler return for the 3rd time in the RGV.&lt;br /&gt;- Forever The Sickest Kids super crunk set.&lt;br /&gt;- Anberlin's closing performance past 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find all that in the Never Say Never album at my myspace page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day I kicked it with Zar &amp;amp; Geo and watched the less interesting bands from a distance. It was a good experience for me and I can't wait for the next NSN. I want to be more involved next year because these guys can use all the help they can get. I'm pretty good at spreading the word. Anybody who talks music with me knows that I freaking know what shows are happening each month. However, I wanna do more than that, if I can. Talking with these guys and being around them made me realize how hectic things can be managing this sorta thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uninteresting review of Never Say Never is over. All I can say is that you shoulda been there if you didnt go. If you did go, I'm sure you're on board for next year's festivities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-3432742783385828555?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/3432742783385828555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=3432742783385828555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3432742783385828555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3432742783385828555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-no-charge-for-awesomeness.html' title='There&apos;s No Charge For Awesomeness'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-8566818943321565202</id><published>2009-03-20T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:59:37.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FCKSHTUP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ScQ5qtEGEhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LkPqHQwJBTk/s1600-h/DSC03978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315436866018087442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ScQ5qtEGEhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LkPqHQwJBTk/s320/DSC03978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alesana FCKSHTUP NSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wednesday was incredible. It's too much to tell. If you missed out on it, there's always next year, but this one made history. Check out the photos of the bands I caught performing at the 2 stage festival that took place at Las Palmas Race Track in Mission under clear blue skies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="TITLE" href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&amp;amp;friendID=10326473&amp;amp;albumId=2727186" target="_blank"&gt;CLICK HERE TO SEE PICTURES FROM NEVER SAY NEVER&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-8566818943321565202?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/8566818943321565202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=8566818943321565202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8566818943321565202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/8566818943321565202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/alesana-fckshtup-nsn.html' title='FCKSHTUP'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/ScQ5qtEGEhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LkPqHQwJBTk/s72-c/DSC03978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6464985145793990652</id><published>2009-03-18T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:16:18.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes</title><content type='html'>First off, &lt;s&gt;you guys are assholes and I hate you.&lt;/s&gt; I'm glad I went alone to Never Say Never. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had as much fun enjoying the music without being bugged by somebody else. Hardly any of my friends listen to pop punk or hardcore emo music, so none of them went with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, today was a very good experience for me. I learned about a lot of the things promoters have to deal with when it comes to pleasing bands and managing shows. Major kudos to Zar &amp;amp; Geo for surviving their first ever Never Say Never Festival. Despite everything, there was still a good turnout and things worked out for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, I also thought about this situation today. I realized that TRUE friends are not reluctant to share the experience of the things you are passionate about. I'm not gonna elaborate because that's all I have to say. Total friendship FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four. I can't wait til next year's event. It's sure to top this one. Locals Scarlett O'Harra &amp;amp; The Requested really did a number on their respective stages in the the early going, and outshone a lot of the other bands on there. This one lasted til almost 12:45am, but I stuck it out til the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five. Pictures and stuff coming soon. I'm dead tired and I lost the cable to my camera to transfer the pics to my computer. I'm uber exhausted but I did have funsies. Thanks Zar &amp;amp; Geo for everything. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6464985145793990652?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6464985145793990652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6464985145793990652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6464985145793990652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6464985145793990652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes.html' title='Yes'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-3903755010005869235</id><published>2009-03-14T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:15:24.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday the 12th, FAIL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/03/12/apology-herpes-fail/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-14457" title="fail-owned-sorry-herpes" height="329" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/fail-owned-sorry-herpes.jpg" width="336" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At least I didn't get herpes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was thursday the 12th,&lt;br /&gt;not friday the 13th;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late since I could not sleep&lt;br /&gt;And the guy in my first class,&lt;br /&gt;he talked about legalizing weed.&lt;br /&gt;A little sneeze turned into a bad cold;&lt;br /&gt;I left the window open at night,&lt;br /&gt;Which wasn't so bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was thursday the 12th,&lt;br /&gt;Not friday the 13th;&lt;br /&gt;Literature class was about Edgar Allan Poe,&lt;br /&gt;Very boring indeed, but I was anxious to go&lt;br /&gt;To the Tokyo Police Club &amp;amp; Ra Ra Riot show!&lt;br /&gt;I was sleepy all day,&lt;br /&gt;which was like really really gay,&lt;br /&gt;But i still went shopping at Burlington, later that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was thursday the 12th&lt;br /&gt;Not friday the 13th;&lt;br /&gt;No shuteye and a nose full of mucus,&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these,&lt;br /&gt;That I wish i wasnt such a doofus.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a horrible day,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Was the Goodbar show at Cine El Rey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Thursday the 12th,&lt;br /&gt;Not friday the 13th;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited to go see all the bands play,&lt;br /&gt;To try to forget this terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;We waited in line for about half an hour,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't til then things really went sour!&lt;br /&gt;I misplaced my ticket so I couldn't get in.&lt;br /&gt;I bought another one because I panicked,&lt;br /&gt;Later to realize in the car I forgot it!&lt;br /&gt;I felt like an idiot, yes sir I did,&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing i was able to resell it.&lt;br /&gt;I got my money's worth on what I had spent,&lt;br /&gt;But little did I know,&lt;br /&gt;this terrible day just would not end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was thursday the 12th,&lt;br /&gt;not friday the 13th;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really an awesome day for me.&lt;br /&gt;The bands started to play so I bought a beer,&lt;br /&gt;I met Luci Lovegood,&lt;br /&gt;It was so good to see her.&lt;br /&gt;However, little did I know,&lt;br /&gt;the worst was getting near&lt;br /&gt;I went to the merch table to go buy some shirts,&lt;br /&gt;my twenty dollar bill though,&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, on one end was torn!&lt;br /&gt;my spirit was entirely filled with scorn&lt;br /&gt;This day was in complete disarray&lt;br /&gt;And things, they just never seemed to go my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was thursday the 12th,&lt;br /&gt;Not friday the 13th;&lt;br /&gt;I still bought some t-shirts and got enjoy the show.&lt;br /&gt;Ra Ra Riot was amazing,&lt;br /&gt;and Tokyo Police Club stole the show.&lt;br /&gt;We were up front the whole time and took a lot of pictures,&lt;br /&gt;of the girls and their instruments,&lt;br /&gt;and the lead singers too.&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing would happen,&lt;br /&gt;My camera would run out of battery soon!&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the show I would capture with my phone,&lt;br /&gt;But when I played it back, it wasnt such a good tone.&lt;br /&gt;In the end it was a really good event.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have asked for more.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt wait til this day was over,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Thursday the 12th,&lt;br /&gt;Not Friday the 13th;&lt;br /&gt;At Taco Cabana we ate since it was already late;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered my favorite, the cheese enchilada dinner plate.&lt;br /&gt;We dined and talked about about the concert that night,&lt;br /&gt;And the dude who took a stage dive,&lt;br /&gt;What the heck could he have thought?&lt;br /&gt;He landed on someone, otherwise he wouldve hit the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite part though,&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful Ra Ra Riot girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Thursday the 12th,&lt;br /&gt;Not Friday the 13th;&lt;br /&gt;Finally home, I thought "What a day.."&lt;br /&gt;It was the least i could say for all the things that happened that day,&lt;br /&gt;But leaving the car I realized,&lt;br /&gt;"OMG I lost my Tokyo Police Club shirt!"&lt;br /&gt;So I went back and looked for it but had no luck.&lt;br /&gt;Surely, you can see how much that day really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't end there,&lt;br /&gt;I've still got more to tell,&lt;br /&gt;When I went into my room, my long mirror fell!&lt;br /&gt;standing in frustration, i yelled"What the F--k!"&lt;br /&gt;A sigh I gave,&lt;br /&gt;It was just my bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;Yet another bad thing to go wrong today.&lt;br /&gt;For as much as i tried,&lt;br /&gt;All the bad things would just not go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Thursday the 12th,&lt;br /&gt;Not Friday the 13th;&lt;br /&gt;My friends came by at almost 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a good time for me,&lt;br /&gt;As my sinus was really exploding.&lt;br /&gt;They stayed here for a while,&lt;br /&gt;I told them to stay quiet,&lt;br /&gt;but ended up getting too wild.&lt;br /&gt;Finally they left and I was able to relax.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing it was Spring Break 09,&lt;br /&gt;and in the morning I didnt have class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Thursday the 12th,&lt;br /&gt;Not friday the 13th;&lt;br /&gt;The baddest of luck was surely on my side;&lt;br /&gt;At one point i said, "I wish I could just disappear,"&lt;br /&gt;But that didnt happen because im still here.&lt;br /&gt;So glad that dreary day is over;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to never relive a day like that again,&lt;br /&gt;God forbid I would probably go insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was thursday the 12th,&lt;br /&gt;Not friday the 13th;&lt;br /&gt;This day did not go well as you can already tell&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;label this a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-3903755010005869235?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/3903755010005869235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=3903755010005869235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3903755010005869235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3903755010005869235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-12th-fail.html' title='Thursday the 12th, FAIL.'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-1305017896194990818</id><published>2009-03-12T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:16:43.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL</title><content type='html'>It seems my blog on myspace did a whole lot better than this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: are my blogs boring or lame? or is it because it takes longer to access it that people dont visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I've been boring lately. I haven't really gone to any new places or taken new photos. However I do try my best whenever I have free time. This semester I'm focusing on passing my classes with flying colors, and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to a bunch of shows, so the blogs should get juicy with a few awesome photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it. I also don't have very big plans for SB 09. What are you guys doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm booking my Vegas vacation this weekend! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Police Club show tonight. I'll be there. Will you? Ra Ra Riot is going to be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-1305017896194990818?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/1305017896194990818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=1305017896194990818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/1305017896194990818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/1305017896194990818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/fail.html' title='FAIL'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-5604379678672429784</id><published>2009-03-09T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:02:45.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would You Do With 100 Grand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Shit...I'd be a fresh ass Benz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Travel/Las%20Vegas/Fabulous_Las_Vegas_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Travel/Las%20Vegas/Fabulous_Las_Vegas_sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The happy place in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've been in a mellow mood lately. The only thing that keeps playing is Kanye West live on VH1 Storytellers, and Shwayze. The song that's been on repeat a lot is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Flashlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. At one point my iPod gave me the super emo shuffle that began with that song, followed by "Boston" by Augustana, TBS's "New American Classic" and Paramore's "We Are Broken". That is one sick ass mix. I'm not depressed, I've been alright but there's always something that isn't just quite right. Thinking about being in a rush to get a career makes me throw up. Love sucks. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've been saying a lot of badwords lately. It's kinda hard to stop dropping F-bombs when there's just a bunch of things out there that provoke you to do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think I aced my Social &amp;amp; Political Philosophy exam last Thursday, so that's making me feel all warm inside as far as academics go. But my American Literature exam is coming up and I'm dreading that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This week I'm going to book my pimp ass trip to Vegas in late June. BTW, I love that city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can kill two stones with one shirt."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That just means I have to think about what I say or type first before posting it. Seriously, those little blunders are a sign that my mind isn't clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Visited my relatives in Donna this weekend. It felt good seeing them again. I'm horrible at keeping up with family. My aunt had a rosary for my Uncle Thomas' first birthday since his passing last summer. I felt at peace. I dont know if its still shock, but I can still feel his presence there. It's like if that connection with him never faded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On that same note: I probably witnessed one of the most bizzare conversations in my life. The things these elders talk about are just &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes so hilarious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saw The Watchmen this weekend. Good movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Met up with friend's at Jackson's afterwards. Good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sadly, I feel a bit ashamed about knowing almost every song, even the ones I don't like. Especially in this case, Danity Kane. ::dohh!::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm looking to surprise someone soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Could it be you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-5604379678672429784?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/5604379678672429784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=5604379678672429784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5604379678672429784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5604379678672429784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-would-you-do-with-100-grand.html' title='What Would You Do With 100 Grand?'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-2121483492201247383</id><published>2009-03-06T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:48:33.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dontgetemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Skylit Drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never Say Never'/><title type='text'>Knights of the Round</title><content type='html'>Never Say Never is only 12 days away! I'm stoked to see A Skylit Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SbFXF0PxNUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1lpGxj4bGG4/s1600-h/l_c2087618a6db4ed2a8bbe67978ccb05d.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310121193082271042" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SbFXF0PxNUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1lpGxj4bGG4/s320/l_c2087618a6db4ed2a8bbe67978ccb05d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jag - A Skylit Drive. This guy is probably the best in the genre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other DGE shows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 24 - Mudvayne w/ Nonpoint &amp;amp; In This Moment&lt;br /&gt;April 8 - Plain White T's w/ Danger Radio&lt;br /&gt;April 11th - Silverstein w/ Norma Jean, BlesstheFall, Before Their Eyes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-2121483492201247383?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/2121483492201247383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=2121483492201247383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2121483492201247383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2121483492201247383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/knights-of-round.html' title='Knights of the Round'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SbFXF0PxNUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1lpGxj4bGG4/s72-c/l_c2087618a6db4ed2a8bbe67978ccb05d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-2513342832649148980</id><published>2009-03-04T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:09:42.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Foot Impressions.</title><content type='html'>I hate my life. But at least my name isnt Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/03/04/anniversary-announcement-fail/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-13694" title="fail-owned-anniversary-fail" height="282" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/fail-owned-anniversary-fail.jpg" width="454" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate the world and everything in it. In a world that really isnt free, the best I can do is try to encourage them the best I can so that they can be succesful in life. I'm not asking anything in return, I just want what's best for them. If there's an opportunity to change some lives, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want honesty? Honestly, I'm sick of people acting like if I owe them something. I have nothing left to prove to anyone, but rather plenty to prove to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-2513342832649148980?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/2513342832649148980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=2513342832649148980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2513342832649148980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/2513342832649148980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/foot-impressions.html' title='Foot Impressions.'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-1358682942811908779</id><published>2009-03-04T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:53:17.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheska, the Librarian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;So check this out. I think the librarian who organizes the manga club at STC looks like this one anime character, who ironically is also a libriaran. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sa7NETcbujI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4O9XU1qbCbc/s1600-h/381927340_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309406484539095602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sa7NETcbujI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4O9XU1qbCbc/s400/381927340_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esther, the STC Librarian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n227/maiira_is_MY_name/FMA/Sheska_28FMA29.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n227/maiira_is_MY_name/FMA/Sheska_28FMA29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sheska from Full Metal Alchemist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's like you cant even tell the difference! =p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Crazy days at South Texas College.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-1358682942811908779?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/1358682942811908779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=1358682942811908779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/1358682942811908779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/1358682942811908779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/sheska-librarian.html' title='Sheska, the Librarian.'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sa7NETcbujI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4O9XU1qbCbc/s72-c/381927340_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-4674885518928717558</id><published>2009-03-03T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:54:07.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Contract Theory</title><content type='html'>The other night I called Sprint and got a 4th line approved, among other cool perks for being a long time customer, and yesterday called and ordered the Samsung Rant for my younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://i568.photobucket.com/albums/ss127/suker01/SPHM540ZKS_180.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was hoping the UPS truck would get here with my package before he got home from school, but it didnt so I had to wait a few extra hours for it to get here. BTW, i was amazed at how quick it got here too. He had no clue I was doing this. So I show him his new phone and he must have gotten as excited as the kid who found a rare Pokemon card in his deck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1UaJWzw79GI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1UaJWzw79GI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The reason I gave him one out of the blue is because he had been wanting one and at Christmas time, my 16 yr old sister got one from me, and my 12 year old nephew got one from his mom as well. The funny thing of all this though, he had been making fun of my little sister, calling her a slave, because the terms and conditions of having a cell phone from me are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Good grades&lt;br /&gt;2. Chores&lt;br /&gt;3. No badwords&lt;br /&gt;4. No talking back&lt;br /&gt;5. Clean room at all times&lt;br /&gt;6. Whenever I feel like it, my ocassional chores &amp;amp; room cleanup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I presented to him that cell phone, he couldn't refuse the offer and automatically succombed to my control. The first text message I sent him said: "You are now OWNED. Property of Junior CuLT Inc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the social contract theory of Thomas Hobbes, they chose to give up their rights to me in order to get something they wanted. I in return, have absolute power. I'm evil, like the Umbrella Corporation....buahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sa4dM1TZxXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4Ut-qk1WjRg/s1600-h/l_cd6dea3e952248dab30041d25aad41a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309213117020489074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sa4dM1TZxXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4Ut-qk1WjRg/s320/l_cd6dea3e952248dab30041d25aad41a6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sa4d7uJpKDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DrbH2OAszIw/s1600-h/l_844f21c9feaf44b4b3813d7c6009c8b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309213922554357810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sa4d7uJpKDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DrbH2OAszIw/s320/l_844f21c9feaf44b4b3813d7c6009c8b9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My new servants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Junior CuLT Inc., is now officially in business.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-4674885518928717558?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/4674885518928717558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=4674885518928717558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4674885518928717558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4674885518928717558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/master.html' title='Social Contract Theory'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sa4dM1TZxXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4Ut-qk1WjRg/s72-c/l_cd6dea3e952248dab30041d25aad41a6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-1211970897710817999</id><published>2009-03-02T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:18:34.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kanye West'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ Skeet Skeet'/><title type='text'>Storytellers</title><content type='html'>I woke up today and no one was home. The house was quiet as can be so I turned on the TV and VH1 Storytellers was on. It featured Kanye West and most of his new songs. I've always been a big fan of his, but I had been reluctant to bite into the media hyped 808's &amp;amp; Heartbreaks album, but this was all I needed to draw me in. Anyone who is a hater against Kanye because he isn't like the rest, is stupid. I like to see the real side of artists, and he definitely showed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9pP72Csi5rY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9pP72Csi5rY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's whats up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The nice side of me is going to surprise my 14 year old brother with a brand new phone I just ordered today. He has no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like banging my head on the wall and smashing the sh*t out of everything. My room feels more like a cage than a safe haven, and I can't take this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels so scrambled and I need to formulate a plan and get everything organized pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm booking my vacation to Vegas this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New addition to my iPod: LMFAO, Kanye West - 808's &amp;amp; Heartbreaks, VH1 Storytellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed out on DJ Enferno and Zar's birthday bash to celebrate another friend's birthday and get smashed and feel sick the next day. I will make it up to Zar and try to go to DJ Skeet Skeet or at least the afterparty at the DGE house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-1211970897710817999?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/1211970897710817999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=1211970897710817999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/1211970897710817999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/1211970897710817999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/03/storytellers.html' title='Storytellers'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-3793495035147213616</id><published>2009-02-28T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:04:41.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burgers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mesquite grill'/><title type='text'>Best Burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Saj_MVTSKiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GXw12-vqVqo/s1600-h/p_00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307772748197669410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Saj_MVTSKiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GXw12-vqVqo/s400/p_00065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Commodore Cheese Burger - Mesquite Grill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday I had the best burger in the WORLD. I went to Mesquite Grill with Gabriel &amp;amp; Marisol because Gabriel was paying my dinner since he lost the Super Bowl bet. I was undecided on what to get because there was brisket and enchiladas and botana and I really wanted everything, but then I just decided I'd eat a burger because I had been craving one so bad. So I ordered the Commodore Cheese Burger. This isnt your ordinary burger. This is a grilled burger. Unlike the burgers at Chilis or Applebees, this sucker really tastes like the ones you would make in your backyard if you're an expert in hamburger grilling. Those are my favorite types of burgers, and today I reached my burger chi. It was fucking heavinly. I know it was Friday and blah blah blah that Lent stuff was in effect, but I just had to. And so I did. And that is the best burger I have ever had in my life. Oh, and you get to choose your side. So instead of fries I chose onion rings and let me tell you, they were f-n delicious! Yumm.. If you go to Mesquite Grill in Edinburg you should definitly try it. Mesquite Grill is located on Trenton &amp;amp; Jackson Rd in Edinburg in front of the hospital and next to Applebee's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Afterwards, Marisol and I went to Cold Stone Creamery for Ice Cream. I was still full and didnt wanna taste anything but that delicious burger I had, so I passed. However, we did discover this tiny Romanian Bistro at the Trenton Plaza on 10th St and decided to try it next time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love food and this became one of my favorite restaurants in an instant. It's not that expensive, and the food's great. Eat local, it's a fun way to experiment and experience with your taste buds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-3793495035147213616?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/3793495035147213616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=3793495035147213616&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3793495035147213616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3793495035147213616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/02/commodore-burger-mesquite-grill.html' title='Best Burger'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Saj_MVTSKiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GXw12-vqVqo/s72-c/p_00065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6453336126034528379</id><published>2009-02-28T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:41:21.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><title type='text'>Curiosity Kills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i492.photobucket.com/albums/rr281/KBShrop/Frustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://i492.photobucket.com/albums/rr281/KBShrop/Frustration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week it seemed like I wasn't the only one who felt like crap. A few other peeps I talk to on a regular basis were feeling the same way too and they had the right solution for it. Keep busy. Tommorrow is certainly the day for that as the parties start and the bottles are opened and we keep it going til 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love those motivational posters. I especially like this one. I really feel like just shooting someone sometimes. Not literally but you know. There's always those few people who just bug the hell out of you and give you shit about the things you do or dont do. It seems that no matter what, you will NEVER please everyone. And responsibilities, well those dont seem to EVER stop piling up either. All of that just becomes a burden and it burns us out. It's fucked up how at such young ages we're given such impossible tasks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type who will just spit everything back out. I don't like to have things shoved down my throat and be told that's the way its supposed to be. Fuck that. There's nobody in this world who can say what is or what isnt right or wrong or how things should or shouldnt be. I live and die by my own ways. I think it's worth it that way. If there's anybody going to be accountable for my life, it should be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who lost a loved one this past week, I'm sorry to hear that. My condolences are with you. For those of you feeling like shit, chin up, it'll get better. Something that always works for me is asking people what they like best about you. That will always tell you who's with you, and in this life we need friends to pick us up and help us along. And if there's still doubters and pessimists in your way, kill them with kindness and prove them wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 23 years old and have been through so much. I've failed, I've hurt, I've been broken, but I'm still here. This is my redemption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6453336126034528379?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6453336126034528379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6453336126034528379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6453336126034528379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6453336126034528379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/02/curiosity-kills.html' title='Curiosity Kills'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-612826353076402305</id><published>2009-02-27T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:37:01.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Insanium In The Cranium Dawg!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was a rerun of Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I stayed home because everyone took off to the opening day of the carnival for Fiesta Edinburg which is going on until Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to just relax tonight. I'm gonna go to dinner at Mesquite Grill with Gabriel &amp;amp; Marisol. I had planned to out and party at a club or something, but I changed my mind. I feel like just relaxing tonight. Maybe after dinner we'll hip up the carnival at Fiesta Edinburg happening at the Edinburg Municipal Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SaiFRd7l33I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lNYauOlBKIU/s1600-h/DSC_0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307638695994974066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SaiFRd7l33I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lNYauOlBKIU/s400/DSC_0283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liquor setup at the DGE house. Photo by: Aberazzi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tomorrow it's on. I decided I'm gonna go to Javi's party at El Anthro. After that I'm hitting up the epic afterparty at the DGE house until 5am, as part of Zar's birthday celebration also happening that night at SHINE with DJ Enferno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sh*t is gonna be legendary. Don't miss out. Come out and party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-612826353076402305?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/612826353076402305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=612826353076402305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/612826353076402305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/612826353076402305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-insanium-in-cranium-dawg.html' title='That&apos;s Insanium In The Cranium Dawg!'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SaiFRd7l33I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lNYauOlBKIU/s72-c/DSC_0283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-3780031655210331527</id><published>2009-02-27T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:23:46.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sah-eYWmcoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SRSyI7AnMY8/s1600-h/l_1dbee8cfc9e74c0385b64d9be8f5fb17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307631221254550146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sah-eYWmcoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SRSyI7AnMY8/s320/l_1dbee8cfc9e74c0385b64d9be8f5fb17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po, the family dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today I went to Family Dollar for some flea &amp;amp; tick shampoo because the flea &amp;amp; tick problem has gotten really out of control. I went to Dollar General since its just down the road and they had sold out of the shampoo and all the flea control supplies. This damn heat is driving the fleas crazy.  So I ended up going to Family Dollar (also down the road) and buying flea collars, flea &amp;amp; tick shampoo and a bag of dog food. I had nothing to do and I hate seeing the dogs suffer as they scratch themselves endlessly. Taking them a shower helped me cool down and benefited them, even though I had a hard time trying to make them cooperate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh yea, we also have American rednose pitbulls for sale. Theyre not registered so they wont go for much. People get the wrong misconception about pitbulls but truth is, if you treat them right and keep them happy theyre really good dogs. Our dog Mindy is a very quiet and behaveable dog. She doesn't bite or bark at anyone at all. She just had 10 pups and if given a good home, they will make wonderful pets. So holla at me if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-3780031655210331527?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/3780031655210331527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=3780031655210331527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3780031655210331527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3780031655210331527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/02/fleas.html' title='Fleas.'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Sah-eYWmcoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SRSyI7AnMY8/s72-c/l_1dbee8cfc9e74c0385b64d9be8f5fb17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6412585131730473896</id><published>2009-02-25T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:23:55.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Li-Li-Light her up like it's 1985 and we're high as f*ck</title><content type='html'>"If you call me on the telephone, sorry love I'm not at home, I'm out on the town roamin', leave the message after the tone and I'll get back to you in the mornin'..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px" alt="" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee248/yamashita_07/Motivational%20posters/legendary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"50 % Win, 50% LOL, 50% and 50% Legendary.&lt;br /&gt;That is one hundred fifty percent, mother fucker. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Legendary -adjective, noun. - so celebrated as to having taken on the nature of a legend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Example:&lt;/strong&gt; Last night was legendary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A few friends and I went out on the town yesterday and ended up having one of the most spontaneous guys night out ever. It started at Buffalo Wild Wings with a few tall draughts and a round of Jager Bombs and later ended at a place where every man is entitled to getaway to every once in a while, especially in company with his best friends. We got a headstart to partying for this weekend. It was the pre-celebration to the celebration on Saturday. The fact that everything came together so awesomely, makes that night legendary. We assembled one of the best party teams ever. Started as 3 and ended as 8. It felt like the last scene in every Power Rangers episode where all the Zords come together and form the Mega Zord that kicks ass every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I love the nightlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SaWeNf89dqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Gkr7loQKGiE/s1600-h/DSC01979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306821690678671010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SaWeNf89dqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Gkr7loQKGiE/s320/DSC01979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shwayze, Cisco Adler &amp;amp; DJ Skeet Skeet @ Cine El Rey 9/25/08&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Shwayze has really become one of my favorite artists. I can play his music all day. In fact, Im still digging the Rich Girls Mixtape that came out a few months ago. I discovered his music in the summer. Saw him in concert in September, decided I wanted to be cool as fuck like him but realized I couldn't, so I chose to just listen to his music instead and hang around the scene. Ha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Shwayze returns to the RGV for the 3rd time to appear on DGE's NeverSayNever Festival happening March 18th at Las Palmas Race Track in Mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6412585131730473896?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6412585131730473896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6412585131730473896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6412585131730473896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6412585131730473896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/02/li-li-light-her-up-like-its-1985-and.html' title='Li-Li-Light her up like it&apos;s 1985 and we&apos;re high as f*ck'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee248/yamashita_07/Motivational%20posters/th_legendary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-7993164504569830136</id><published>2009-02-23T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:56:58.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing Straws</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dontgetemo.com/enferno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 572px" alt="" src="http://www.dontgetemo.com/enferno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Enferno 2/28/09 at SHINE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Saturday is gonna be very chaotic. Because everybody and their mother's birthday is in either February or March, I've been busy with a lot of people. This weekend my friends Javi and Zar each celebrate their birthdays at different clubs. I'm undecided on which to go to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-7993164504569830136?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/7993164504569830136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=7993164504569830136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7993164504569830136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7993164504569830136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/02/drawing-straws.html' title='Drawing Straws'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-4488773031088248664</id><published>2009-02-23T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:08:16.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bixby Canyon Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SaLyCTTC-oI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_waj34Kpb88/s1600-h/Hidalgotam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306069432349686402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SaLyCTTC-oI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_waj34Kpb88/s400/Hidalgotam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El Chorrito, Hidalgo, Tamps, Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm still kinda confused and don't know what to believe. I think finding yourself just means finding your faith. It doesn't always necessarily have to be religious faith, but just some form of connection with God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not a big fan of the bible or Catholicism for that matter, but I have my morals to guide me. However, I still struggle to keep that connection all the time. Instead of forgiving I hold grudges and let the rage consume me. Sometimes it can also feel that I make a living out of feeling misreable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll be honest. I don't understand Catholic rituals that well. I can understand science and mathematics, and philosophy, but not religion. It's a thing on it's own which I cannot seem to comprehend. When I experience things on my own I feel enlightened and feel like I've taken a step forward on shaky ground. It's the opposite though, when I see my mother "cure" someone of the evil eye using an egg or lighting candles as an offering. It's there where I take 2 steps back because I'm not able to believe in that because I can't see concrete evidence or good reasoning for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It seems like it's always the little things that bring me back though. I find that to be true. And that's all it takes. Little things. When I went to Mexico last summer, I stood in amazement inside the chapel at Real de Catorce and felt a presence I had never felt before. When I went to the back, I saw all the things people left there to thank St. Francis for his miracles. Personally, I don't believe in miracles, because one has to witness a miracle in order for it to be a miracle in the first place. I don't buy the claims in the bible because testaments are not valid proof of a miracle. Pardon the pessimism, but that's just the way I feel. The point is not whether the miracles were true or not, but rather that the reason for the pilgrimage there is to feel the divinity and the grace of God inside that structure. It's a power that touches you, but you cannot touch it back. You feel and you can see how pure it is, and that's why we're not able to touch it, as to not blemish or taint the purity of this divine power. My aunt said she was thinking about going on a trip with her church to El Chorrito for the pilgrimage to see the apparition of the Virgen de Guadalupe. So I looked it up and I was reading about it. It's story was really amazing. I understand why people want to see the appearance of Mexico's beloved Mother. It gives them hope and reassures them of their faith in God, and NOT in the Catholic church. That feeling alone is overwhelming in itself and is enough to lighten up the heaviest heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SaMAshVfY7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/cI80zFltgec/s1600-h/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306085550835327922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SaMAshVfY7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/cI80zFltgec/s400/DSC01493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Real De Catorce, S.L.P., Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With everything the media and corporations sell you nowadays in the United States, it's very hard to dig through to find a pure substance. One of these days I would love to visit the many holy landmarks in Mexico and perhaps even carry it over to Peru &amp;amp; Chile and even across the ocean into Europe in places like Spain, Germany, France, Prague, Athens, Rome, St Petersburg, and even Jerusalem. I'm not looking for religion, just God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-4488773031088248664?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/4488773031088248664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=4488773031088248664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4488773031088248664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/4488773031088248664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/02/bixby-canyon-bridge.html' title='Bixby Canyon Bridge'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SaLyCTTC-oI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_waj34Kpb88/s72-c/Hidalgotam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-6615467629642438578</id><published>2009-02-23T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:50:04.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Shitty.</title><content type='html'>My sister just left. I can return to my room now. Do you know how much it sucks not being to lay down on your own bed for days or hiding out in your own room to get away from all the day? Well it really is shitty. It's not their fault though, I'm just saying, I'm glad this busy weekend is over. Robert Jr's birthday party was a big hit and very exhausting to say the least. Yesterday we went to another birthday party in the afternoon and then took my dad out to dinner for his birthday. Pictures coming soon. I'm still kinda tired from everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye infection went away. I got a cold. Pretty shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go to Mexico in a while due to the crazy drug wars going on. Pretty shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to read for Lit and finish my stupid thesis on My Kinsman, Major Molineux. Pretty shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only those things were shitty though. I had a lot fun this weekend. I felt like I owed to my family to spend time and see everyone because I rarely do.  So instead of going out to party like most of my friends did, I stayed home with my family, alcohol free. It felt pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-6615467629642438578?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/6615467629642438578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=6615467629642438578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6615467629642438578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/6615467629642438578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-shitty.html' title='Pretty Shitty.'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-7208220351924696250</id><published>2009-02-19T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:56:08.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No You Girls</title><content type='html'>Today was my dad's birthday and when he got home, my mom had prepared a special dinner for him and gotten him a birthday cake.  That was a pretty fun moment, because we almost never do this for him.  I felt bad that I had forgotten to tell him this morning but I was in a rush to get to school and I completely forgot. But when he got home I told him happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SZ5C11TTb4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/RNpeNzHhSGg/s1600-h/l_1093183c55d3426bb25ac20744fc330b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304750903697567618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SZ5C11TTb4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/RNpeNzHhSGg/s320/l_1093183c55d3426bb25ac20744fc330b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My old man turned 59 today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tomorrow is Marisol's cheat day and looks like were gonna go have dinner at the Olive Garden. I wanna go and taste some of that wine. Last time we tried a variety and there were a few i really liked and a few super bitter ones that I didnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen my friend Jessica in a long time, so I invited her to go out to dinner with us tomorrow and also to my nephews birthday party this Saturday.  It's gonna be good catching up. If there's anything we can talk about forever, it's music. That's why I've burned her a mixed cd with some newer indie tracks from Death Cab, Tokyo Police Club, The Killers, etc.. I wanted it to look cool so I also made a cover for the jewel case. Check it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SZ5B9PuZ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EdL70846O3M/s1600-h/jewel+case+jess.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304749931538010514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SZ5B9PuZ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EdL70846O3M/s400/jewel+case+jess.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; My left eye is still irritated and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some homework for Lit but I probably wont get to it til monday because tomorrow I have to go shopping for my nephews birthday present and clean up my room a little bit because my sister is coming into town and staying in my room. Busy weekend starts tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-7208220351924696250?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/7208220351924696250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=7208220351924696250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7208220351924696250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/7208220351924696250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-you-girls.html' title='No You Girls'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SZ5C11TTb4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/RNpeNzHhSGg/s72-c/l_1093183c55d3426bb25ac20744fc330b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-3684503265624029307</id><published>2009-02-19T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:00:11.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently This Bitch Don't Know Shit</title><content type='html'>So there is this girl who I met at the club a couple of weeks ago. I had known her from before and never expected to see her there, but I did and we talked a little bit. So alright, I added her to myspace or w/e so we could be friends. But son a bitch! I forgot how damn annoying she was.  So ok i dealt with it. But then I left her a picture comment about her V.I.P. Pass to last saturdays Peewee &amp;amp; Ha-ash concert.  I just said "My Shwayze VIP pass is way better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it all goes sour. There's a couple things you don't do, and she did them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You don't say Shwayze sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You don't say Cine El Rey is ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently because she thinks she's some sort of big shit who does V.I.P. all the time (according to her) she tries be all that and a bag of chips.  After all, she's only 19 and super fucking naive.  For that silly little comment she thought I was trying to 1up her. But really, she's just another soul drowning in the mainstream pond.  The only other thing I described was decribe the 2 scenes and how I much rather prefer the underground cool indie artist and their intimate shows, than "platinum" artists and sold out arenas where you can barely see them and then not even meet them after dishing shit loads of cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality of it is that, when those artists sell out Mcallen Convention Center or Dodge Arena, it's just another day for them. But when Cine El Rey or Las Palmas Event Center is sold out for an indie artist who's never been around before, it means a whole lot more to them. And don't come to me saying that the artists you see are cool because you get to party with them VIP and take pictures.  That wasn't the point dousche bag. The point here is that you don't have to be VIP to meet the smaller cooler bands. You can take pictures with them, and yes a lot of the times there's an after party at a local bar or club and anybody can go, not just someone with a "VIP" pass. And that's where her argument fails. Ever heard the term, "Bigger Isn't Always Better"? Well that's kinda the case here. In the indie scene there are no chairs or seats where you cant hang out wherever you want or be as close as possible as you desire, because of some usher wearing a ridiculous vest trying to escort you back to your seat. Now that's bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as partying with Shwayze...Well I had the opportunity. I coulda gone to the after party at the club, but instead I chose not too because I had work the next day. Yea that woulda been nice, but so is getting a paycheck.  So dont say Shwayze is too good for me, because that's also a bunch of bullshit. Oh, and the promoters make the after parties open for everyone, not just VIPs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the fucking way. Don't try to play the race card with me. I look past that and fire pretty evenly. Who gives a shit if Peewee, Frankie J, Chingo Bling and Ha-ash are "one of our own" as she put it, what does that have to do with anything? And how does that make me disrespectful towards them? I wasnt talking about them, I was talking about your little crew and those "very important people" you talk to. Thats crap. I really dont know who you try to kid, but I ain't fooled. I was a stupid teenager once, at one point all about superficial things. Eventually you lose all that and then when you look at it, all that fame and partying aint shit compared to other experiences in life. And music isn't music if you're doing it for the wrong reasons.  I know Shwayze and Cisco Adler aren't Mexican, but thats cool. Theyre still super fly as fuck, and I'd chill with them any day over those other dousche bags x 1000. and an awesome experience like that at Cine El Rey will ALWAYS be bigger than anything around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's really all I'm gonna say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-3684503265624029307?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/3684503265624029307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=3684503265624029307&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3684503265624029307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/3684503265624029307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/02/apparently-this-bitch-dont-know-shit.html' title='Apparently This Bitch Don&apos;t Know Shit'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210787628512067204.post-5197050204433571895</id><published>2009-02-18T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:01:56.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Fun Storming The Castle</title><content type='html'>It feels like this week's gone by a little slow, but it's not because tomorrow I have class again and that's it as far as my week goes. I feel so tired, but I think its because of this damn eye infection. I think I have pink eye, and it sucks. It sure doesnt help the fact that I've got to read about 30+ pages from my philosophy book and try to figure out a thesis from Nathaniel Hawthorne's "My Kinsman, Major Molineux," which is really about this young dousche bag who goes looking for his uncle in Boston and encounters people who misdirect him everywhere he goes, until finally after being tricked so many times, he finds his uncle and doesnt really need him anymore. Go figure. So what else is the point of this story? Beats me, but I have to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is going to be very family oriented, with my nephew's birthday party on Saturday, and my dad's birthday tomorrow, meaning we are all going out to dinner somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SZyyYAqgymI/AAAAAAAAAE8/phDMDZVPgkQ/s1600-h/l_3d2cee52a4e3499cb4f8a22f5a6dcea4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304310586700515938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SZyyYAqgymI/AAAAAAAAAE8/phDMDZVPgkQ/s320/l_3d2cee52a4e3499cb4f8a22f5a6dcea4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kiddo is turning 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So like Ally. Allegory &amp;amp; I were talking the other night about tattoos. Neither of us have one yet, but we're sure to get one soon. Her idea was some lyrics from "Winter", and mine is gonna be Bayside related, w/ the logo and a banner with something on. I'm not sure what to put on it yet, but im thinking either "Rochambo" or "A Rite of Passage" or something else from their songs. So our goal was to get our tats within the next year and email our photos to Bayside so they can put it on their page. lol so new goal for '09: get a tat and be on bayside's myspace page. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SZy6G75IxZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jl-tKfIrkO0/s1600-h/bayside+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304319089454925202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SZy6G75IxZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jl-tKfIrkO0/s320/bayside+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best band in the whole wide worldz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;New episode tonight on &lt;em&gt;Real World: Brooklyn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Totally stoked for that one. I really like this cast. It's different and the battle of the sexes is really fun because its 4 guys and 4 girls. Plus I get all excited w/ New York City. &lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm also very happy to announce that the new season of GREEK starts next month. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa208/lovesrmxforevr/greek_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GREEK returns March 30th to ABC Family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I didn't go to the Secret Handshake show going on tonight because of the work I had to do. I coulda gone, but I wasn't gonna risk my grades. It's time to get serious now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210787628512067204-5197050204433571895?l=juniorcult.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/feeds/5197050204433571895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210787628512067204&amp;postID=5197050204433571895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5197050204433571895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210787628512067204/posts/default/5197050204433571895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorcult.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-fun-storming-castle.html' title='Have Fun Storming The Castle'/><author><name>juniorcult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16084067826776769044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/Syrn5WrlqII/AAAAAAAAAS0/c3W8PBNL4fQ/S220/14649_357415595407_622335407_9865152_989931_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i91HLCrMJGc/SZyyYAqgymI/AAAAAAAAAE8/phDMDZVPgkQ/s72-c/l_3d2cee52a4e3499cb4f8a22f5a6dcea4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
