<?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-14625066</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:51:44.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Join the pen 15 club</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyocitic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14625066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyocitic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pen 15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477627347164121228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.futureblues.com/spikeman.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14625066.post-112783646552719052</id><published>2005-09-27T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T08:54:25.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UVa Homecoming</title><content type='html'>OK, since no one reads this, I'm gonna admit, this past weekend was insane.  I got to meet some of the brothers of Chris' disbanded frat.  One of which was REALLY racist.  Lexi and Kyle mentioned that their old roommate Jenn was in Japan, and he went off.  He bashed Japanese people for a good ten minutes, then bashed their roommate Jenn for being a "Jap-loveing bitch".  I had to inform him that she was in the air-force and was stationed there.  But its times like these that I do NOT wonder how Chris' frat got disbanded.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had fun watching Duke get stomped into the ground, during the UVa homecoming game.  And then drank more, and ate more.  We ended up at Buddhist Biker bar, where we ran into some of our friends from VA Beach, Dawson and Julie.&lt;br /&gt;I went inside to buy Dawson and myself a drink.  I asked the bartender not to start a tab, just run the card and give it back.  He runs it, talks to someone else for a second, then comes back and stares at me.  I ask for the card, and its gone.  The f-er gave it to the other customer.  He apologized, and to make up for it, gave me a free round of whiskey shots.   Being sober now, I see they were for all of my friends.  Being annoied, I took them all at once.&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked back outside to Dawson.  He told me I looked aweful.  I told him something very very bad had just happened.  When he asked what it was, I proceeded to puke back up exactly those 3 shots.  It was gross, and unfortunate.  And he made a whole lot of fun of me.  Which I deserved.  On the up note, it'll be 3 weeks before Wachovia can get me a new check-card.  *sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14625066-112783646552719052?l=hyocitic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyocitic.blogspot.com/feeds/112783646552719052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14625066&amp;postID=112783646552719052' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14625066/posts/default/112783646552719052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14625066/posts/default/112783646552719052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyocitic.blogspot.com/2005/09/uva-homecoming.html' title='UVa Homecoming'/><author><name>Pen 15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477627347164121228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.futureblues.com/spikeman.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14625066.post-112178983590955325</id><published>2005-07-19T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T09:17:15.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debachery was had by all.</title><content type='html'>Well, I just got back from the beach this past weekend.  So, what could a handle of the Captain, Dewey Beach, and Ocean City all combine to be?  Not much to be honest.  Really nothing too bad  happened.  Not even remotely bad.  Maybe because Steve-o's parents were there, and the kid gloves were kept on at all times.  And maybe because we needed to be sober enough to drive.  But all in all, I've gotten in more trouble pooping in a sorority house (try it.  It's hilarious).&lt;br /&gt;  At one point, Lexi and Alice danced around me, making a Jeff sandwich.  But this is only funny because I was sober, and dance in this state like an epilectic having a seizure.  Most of the time, I get off the dance floor with a spoon in my mouth on a stretcher.  But anyway...&lt;br /&gt;  So, yeah, nothing too eventive to report.  Maybe we'll have a party this weekend and I can tell you what I said to make an ass of myself this time.  Or maybe nothing until I go to VA Beach at the end of the month.  We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;  Actually, let's be honest, party or not, by Saturday, something very noteworthy will have happened.  I'll keep you informed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14625066-112178983590955325?l=hyocitic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyocitic.blogspot.com/feeds/112178983590955325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14625066&amp;postID=112178983590955325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14625066/posts/default/112178983590955325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14625066/posts/default/112178983590955325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyocitic.blogspot.com/2005/07/debachery-was-had-by-all.html' title='Debachery was had by all.'/><author><name>Pen 15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477627347164121228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.futureblues.com/spikeman.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14625066.post-112178242320720019</id><published>2005-07-19T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T07:13:43.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>Ok, I just got off a contract here in D.C. and am supposed to be studying for my DISA Network Admin Level 2 exam.  And that's going so well that I'm starting a blog.  Ha-ZAH!&lt;br /&gt;  I don't know how long its going to be until my next job.  I don't even know if the head of projects knows that I'm back for good.  She's been out of the office all week.  So, other than read the NIST Win2K handbook, and anything of mild interest on www.FARK.com I've been...  um...  well...&lt;br /&gt;  On that note, I guess I should talk about something ...  OK, how about this quote from a recent news story:&lt;br /&gt;"It was completely gross," said Tiffany Bonner, 16, Gerry's girlfriend. "The music was really loud during 'In the Dark Hole' and Gerry looked a little scary. Then during the next song his head suddenly exploded." She added, "And don't say I'm, like, his 'former' girlfriend because even though Jerry's skull fell all apart and he's dead, I'll love him forever. I saved a piece of his -- what did they call it? cranieminem? Something?"&lt;br /&gt;  Now I know what you're thinking.  "Holy s-!  Her last name is BONER!"  And you're right.  It totally is!  But more importantly, this came from a story from the most prestigious news source... ever.  The weekly world news: http://www.weeklyworldnews.com/features/chamber/61606&lt;br /&gt;  I'm kind of surprised though.  I always thought Ashlee Simpson would be the first 'rocker' to make a listener's head explode.  Of course, she would get out of it, since her fans are all on Terri &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Schiavo's &lt;/span&gt;level.  Whatever.  That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14625066-112178242320720019?l=hyocitic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyocitic.blogspot.com/feeds/112178242320720019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14625066&amp;postID=112178242320720019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14625066/posts/default/112178242320720019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14625066/posts/default/112178242320720019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyocitic.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Pen 15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15477627347164121228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.futureblues.com/spikeman.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
