<?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-5035357</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:10:09.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sliding life away</title><subtitle type='html'>It seems to me that all of us have lost our patience.
'cause everyone thinks they're right,
And nobody thinks that there just might
Be more than one road to our final destination</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-113572469153685244</id><published>2005-12-27T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T18:04:51.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know the difference now, between fact and fiction, But I've come to find that I've grown bitter in just 24 short years...--The Holidays are almost over and I can't wait... People are getting crazier, A shoplifter faked a gun on me and two guys and a check forger attempted to physically assault my female co-worker. People might say well stop stopping the thieves, but then whats the point of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/113572469153685244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/113572469153685244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113572469153685244' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-112997242107775825</id><published>2005-10-22T04:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T04:14:25.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I feel home, when I see the faces that remember my own I feel home,when I'm chillin outside with the people I know.Its funny i feel better when i'm in a bar of strangers, but as soon as i recognize one of the people in the bar I feel like i'm back in high school and have to worry about how cool i look.. damn what the hell has the last 6 years taught me if I still think like that..Gotta find a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/112997242107775825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/112997242107775825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112997242107775825' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-110071147315413610</id><published>2004-11-17T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T12:11:13.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'm cookin' up a resurrection I'll serve it to you on a silver plate...-Sometimes I want things to change, other times I want them to stay the same, I like being hypocritical, it means noone can accuse me of being an extremist. There are things I want, things I've never had, I then think to myself how can I want something so badly if i've never had it to begin with?-ODB died this week, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/110071147315413610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/110071147315413610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110071147315413610' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-110012050638960457</id><published>2004-11-10T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T16:01:46.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> We came in the game, plain ya see average man when the rest was ashamed to be...Growing up suburban gives a lot of kids the complex of being stuck in the middle. The real city kids give you flack for having a back yard, the country kids give you flack for not having to wake up at 5am. I started life in the country and ended up a suburbanite anyway.. Going down the middle road makes it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/110012050638960457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/110012050638960457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110012050638960457' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-109882707357434213</id><published>2004-10-26T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T16:44:33.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I've never been one afraid to die But I'm afraid to leave.    One day back in highschool me and Yoosuk were at my house watching MTV and a special on the Wu-Tang clan was on and it got both of us thinking... thats what we should do. No not become obessed with Kung-Fu movies and release records but form a clan, of people. Over the years it has had varying names and associations but the group </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/109882707357434213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/109882707357434213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109882707357434213' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-109581279907972573</id><published>2004-09-21T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T19:26:39.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Something's wrong, Trying to conquer these fears i thought were gone. And it's been so long, I'm dying to live in a world i dont belong...    Well my adjustment into the corportate world is going as well as i could hope. The job is fairly easy so far while i'm constantly being told what i should be doing then doing it another way. Something funny that I've been feeling in my newest store is i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/109581279907972573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/109581279907972573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109581279907972573' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-109278198518984921</id><published>2004-08-17T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T17:33:05.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I hallucinating here? Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?Vegas can take it out of you everytime. I'm back in Indy after one wild weekend in Sin City.  I enjoyed myself completly from the drinking, gambling, and the clubs I was wore out by Sunday. Once again I failed to come back with untold riches but I tried none the less.  Here are the highlights of the trip.Best Meal: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/109278198518984921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/109278198518984921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109278198518984921' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-109130610164805161</id><published>2004-07-31T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T15:39:01.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> On my own, I'll show myself what it means to be alone. And the tears i cry are washed away. All the scars are my disguise.It took most of the summer but I'm back on the net. Me and Bob have been in our new place for a week and the wireless internet is quite nice. So theoretically I will now post more often than before. Its nice living on my own again, and living in a room that is not compacted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/109130610164805161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/109130610164805161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109130610164805161' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-108225388547439758</id><published>2004-04-17T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T21:08:40.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A big part of you has died and by the way, I hope you're satisfied      New Day New birthday. While at work last night a lot in my life changed.. one of those being i've put highlites into my hair and its as short as it has been in recent time. I figured a new look was fitting for this new year of my life. I didn't want it to be this short but it can grow back. This will also be the first year </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/108225388547439758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/108225388547439758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108225388547439758' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-108034955319946665</id><published>2004-03-26T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T20:09:19.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blame yourself. "I'm not even supposed to be here today." You sound like an asshole! Jesus, nobody twisted your arm to be here today. You're here under your own volition. You like to think that the weight of the world rests on Dante's shoulders. Like this place would fall apart if Dante wasn't here. Christ, you overcompensate for what's basically a monkey's job. You push fucking buttons. Anybody </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/108034955319946665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/108034955319946665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108034955319946665' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-107829364545057871</id><published>2004-03-03T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T01:03:40.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's okay to be angry and never let go It only gets harder the more that you know...I've had my netflix account for about a month now and the movies i recieved this week are perhaps my most anticipated movies so far.. GI Joe Season 1. Things of the past have such a hold on me I can't explain it. The Mike would suggest that my draw to these toys and cartoons of the past would be that our toys </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/107829364545057871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/107829364545057871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107829364545057871' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-107760322487415913</id><published>2004-02-24T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T01:16:28.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, old school - yeah, you were cool But that was back in the day...     After an interesting weekend of boozing, cops, and depressing basketball I'm back in Indy ready to begin my pattern of eat sleep ray's eat sleep joe's... Tomorrow I go for a job fair downtown, which by the grace of god i get some good leads. Also this weekend I spent some time at the bookstore, buying a couple of books </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/107760322487415913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/107760322487415913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107760322487415913' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-107586611387932382</id><published>2004-02-03T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:44:10.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He wants to dream like a young man With the wisdom of an old man. He wants his home and security, He wants to live like a sailor at sea. Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall?....Man its been forever since i've looked at my blog... i guess i should update it. New year, new look. People always told me they hated the green so i decided to give it up. I've been living in Indy at my fam's house. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/107586611387932382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/107586611387932382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107586611387932382' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-107126802450973080</id><published>2003-12-12T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T17:28:11.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, all I'm saying is that I want to look back and say that I did it the best I could while I was stuck in this place. Had as much fun as I could while I was stuck in this place. Played as hard as I could while I was stuck in this place. Dogged as many girls as I could while I was stuck in this place....I now begin my last full weekend as a IU college student. Next Saturday I will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/107126802450973080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/107126802450973080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107126802450973080' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-107086196762619930</id><published>2003-12-08T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T00:40:28.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share, His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere"Last night was a good example of never giving up on a night at the JAC. Last night seemed to be fairly calm, and well, boring until people started drinking more. I didn't begin drinking til round 1:30, P A T, 3am. Thanks to Zales people took shots and got up and moving. I myself decided to take</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/107086196762619930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/107086196762619930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107086196762619930' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-107040341037993970</id><published>2003-12-02T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T17:17:44.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Does anyone else feel like me?Someone so tired of their routines and disappearing self-esteems"As many of you know I have a irregular sleeping pattern. Most people see me asleep or dozing during the day and must think.. "Man Jake sleeps alot". While i do sleep alot i'm also awake most of the night doing weird things on the internet or watching late night TV. I have one complaint about one of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/107040341037993970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/107040341037993970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107040341037993970' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106922853309590477</id><published>2003-11-19T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T02:56:07.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought it would help me see things clearly But instead of helping me to see I look around and it's like I'm blinded..well Mario Cart Double Dash has laid waste to its first casualty, the 10 page paper I was goin write is now a small memory in my head as i close my eyes and see turtle shells. I've dubbed this the senior giveup, I've felt it, Shawn is about too, and Bob wants too... I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106922853309590477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106922853309590477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106922853309590477' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106900205221143736</id><published>2003-11-16T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T12:01:16.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing good can last... I met up with one of the friends from my internship and he had been fired this week, no more Blast apparently. The Blast, as shitty as the internship was they provided me plenty of good times this summer. Drinking after games, partying at Sellar, and random meetings in Broad Ripple...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106900205221143736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106900205221143736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106900205221143736' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106814989183518703</id><published>2003-11-06T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T15:18:30.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sure me soaking wet in a towel is what the FedEx lady wanted to see today....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106814989183518703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106814989183518703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106814989183518703' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106745941953996211</id><published>2003-10-29T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:30:27.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Without the hunt, the hunter has nothing to live for.Pre-ordering is killing the joy of buying new things. When i was younger i remember what it was like, hunting around town trying to find who had Super Mario 3 out and in stock. IT was the joy of searching and then finally success. If that would have happened today I would be SOL til after christmas because every mom in the world has already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106745941953996211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106745941953996211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106745941953996211' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106703375020362764</id><published>2003-10-24T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T17:15:50.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again Kate must spur me on to post...  My thought of today is this... Do kids in Bloomington go to school? I mean whenever i'm out in the middle of the day they are out too! Its like 10am and the mall is full of highschoolers!! WTF?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106703375020362764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106703375020362764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106703375020362764' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106634779121552270</id><published>2003-10-16T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T18:43:10.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>R.I.P. King of the Dungeon... where legends were made.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106634779121552270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106634779121552270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106634779121552270' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106608543292717831</id><published>2003-10-13T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T17:50:32.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to the JAC party I have enough beer to last me til Thanksgiving. I had a goodtime at the party as usual and made sure to hang out with some of the new people that I've met this year so far. Homecoming was also this weekend, which meant don't go to the BARS, everyplace was packed even freakin Fester's. Also thanks to some motivation from Miller I even got in some bowling, although i bowled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106608543292717831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106608543292717831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106608543292717831' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106567742329615541</id><published>2003-10-09T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T00:30:23.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The only difference between Fall and Spring semester is when i fuck myself over and how long i have to dig out of the hole. The push to graduate is on. "what did you expect ... a perfect childraised by tv sets ... abandoned every milewe never get respect ... never a fair trialno one gives a shit ... as long as we smile"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106567742329615541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106567742329615541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106567742329615541' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106550899820813292</id><published>2003-10-07T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T01:43:17.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anybody want to go to the Colts game on Sunday?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106550899820813292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106550899820813292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106550899820813292' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106460674510919054</id><published>2003-09-26T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T15:05:45.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a while but i've been working on this post. Sorry Kate i took too long. I give you my top 11 albums of all time. I'm taking the XE route and adding one on. The criteria for this list is simple: 1. I actually own the CD, no burn. 2. I;ve owned it for a year so I know replay value stands. So here we go....Honorable Nominees: Pennywise-Land of the Free, Staind-Break the Cycle, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106460674510919054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106460674510919054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106460674510919054' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106377946005757431</id><published>2003-09-17T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T01:17:39.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was sick of being down, So I gave it all away.Well i'd say the semester us in full swing, spending lots of time drinking and skipping class. The first JAC keg went off without a hitch, and we lost very little money which is always a good thing. As far as I can tell almost everyone had a great time and the house reputation was upheld. Our next big shindig should be soon, between now and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106377946005757431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106377946005757431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106377946005757431' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106317770949297263</id><published>2003-09-10T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T02:08:29.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Guess I had the right idea i just didn't know who else had already started doing it. According to a story on antimusic.com Aaron Lewis of Staind fame has his own label imprint and has a band whose first album coming out September 30th. Its a band called Lo-pro, a band me and Shawn Mac are excited about for it features members from the hella rock hard Ultraspank. Good for you Aaron Lewis and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106317770949297263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106317770949297263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106317770949297263' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106279547588871716</id><published>2003-09-05T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T15:57:55.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Its not when its going to stop, its who is going to stop it"Well another blow was laid in the war of decent rock music in the mainstream. One of my favorite bands of the year Unloco, has been dropped from their label due to poor sales and CD movement, joining Stereomud and The Union Underground. I hate it when CD companies drop bands because of this, the blame is with the label not promoting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106279547588871716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106279547588871716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106279547588871716' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106264554649685200</id><published>2003-09-03T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T22:19:06.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"When will you stop making rock and roll music?""Its like jacking off... whenever it stops feeling good"Man.. it seems to me that my last semester of college is going to suck as far as classes go. All of mine seem fairly crappy. I'm almost a week into class and it doesn't even feel like I'm doing anything. As normal tradition states, I must buy as much as possible at the beginning of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106264554649685200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106264554649685200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106264554649685200' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106184991800027887</id><published>2003-08-25T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T18:55:58.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm scrounging for what's left of me"This weekend was full of addition and subtraction. P A T and Norm were added to the JAC so now everyone is moved in for the most part and the binge drinking has begun. I've also became more aquainted with Jana and her roommates Dawn and Alexus, so this is all good. I'm looking forward to making the last four months of me being a student excellent. On the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106184991800027887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106184991800027887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106184991800027887' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-106136117435968494</id><published>2003-08-20T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T01:32:54.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"the last good times of summer,are the last few minutes of warmth,remember what it was like to enjoy our time..."Well Well Well.. The summer is only a few weeks from being officially over. Thanks to my absconding nature I'm here in B-town enjoying the sweet life earlier than usual. I've found myself a job at a liquor store and I'm ready to finish school. The JAC has been lonely with only Nick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106136117435968494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/106136117435968494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106136117435968494' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-105968689274908712</id><published>2003-07-31T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T16:28:12.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"They say what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger Well maybe some of us are just too sick and tired of being so damn strong"Figured i better update at least once this month. Summer is rolling along with the quickness. I've done alot but at the same time feel like nothing. I'm pretty excited though, in a few days i'll be in Las Vegas spending more money than i should be. Then it'll be back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/105968689274908712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/105968689274908712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105968689274908712' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-105675281618785002</id><published>2003-06-27T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T17:26:56.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Motivate me, I wanna get myself out of this bed, Captivate me, I want good thoughts inside of my head, If I fall down would you come around and pick me right up off the ground" I've realized something in the past week. I have wasted away have of my summer to nothing. All I do is rather work, sleep, or watch TV. Its funny saying work cause i'm working less than i did last summer but this 4-6 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/105675281618785002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/105675281618785002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105675281618785002' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-95026329</id><published>2003-05-29T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T01:49:52.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody was happy, energy shining down on me... Yeeeah, I've got a first-class ticket been as good as a boy can be.Quick update of my summer so far:*Internship with the Blast- Going well, it can be real boring at times but i'm meeting cool people and having a good time. *Working at Marsh-  Its the same as it ever was. Only working like 1-2 days a week cause of my internship but its cash. *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/95026329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/95026329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95026329' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-93730696</id><published>2003-05-03T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T22:03:08.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Times have changed and times are strange Here I come , But I ain't the same Mama, I'm Coming HomeIt is time to deal with something i'm not used to dealing with, finality. School is over, and some people won't be coming back in the fall. Its weird to think that people i've seen and hung out with for the last four years won't be around like they always were. Its even weirder to realize friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/93730696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/93730696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93730696' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-93506660</id><published>2003-04-29T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T22:01:33.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Everybody's working for the weekend Everybody wants a little romance Everybody's goin' off the deep end Everybody needs a second chance"Blatant Promotion for my summer internship:Come see the Indiana Blast play at Kuntz Stadium!! Friday May 9th is freebie night, meaning it is free admission. The Next Friday, May 16th it is student 2-for-1 night. Tickets are 2 for 1 with college ID. Kuntz </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/93506660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/93506660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93506660' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-93302438</id><published>2003-04-26T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T12:05:54.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I can’t take all the pressure sober, but I can’t seem to make it go away" Well well well... for the first time in four years I'm in Bloomington for Little 500 weekend and the only thing that kept me here is a class project where i have to go watch IU baseball. Saddened i had to turn down offers from both the North and South for visits, but doesn't mean I'm not having fun though :). In an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/93302438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/93302438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93302438' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-93192777</id><published>2003-04-24T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T13:54:57.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I love it when a plan comes together"Well school is coming to a close and I as usual have really nothing to show for it... It's little 500 week here at IU and after spending most of yesterday half dead I'm ready to enjoy some activities. With only one scholastic function in my way, which is watching a baseball game, I'm ready for the weekend. Having invitations from multiple places i really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/93192777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/93192777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93192777' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-92730993</id><published>2003-04-16T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T14:05:58.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We gon' party like it's yo birthday"Catch up:--Crystal Method was good, good music, just couldn't catch the feeling, and P A T is a poser :)--JAC Kegger good as always, went back to my faithful Gin and Juice, my hangover free drink of the evening. --JAGER tour on Tuesday, all except Breaking Benjamin were awesome, enjoyed HED pe more than i thought i would. Good show even though Systematic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/92730993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/92730993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92730993' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-92464752</id><published>2003-04-11T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T21:57:38.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"See I don't know what you want, I never said I knew everything"Local H on Tuesday was badass. It was different than any other show i've been to of theirs because they played new stuff(off the EP i bought that night :) ) and I couldn't sing along. I was also a little bummed they didn't play some songs but oh well they play them everyday so i know they need to change. I also got to see Superdrag</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/92464752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/92464752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92464752' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-92209996</id><published>2003-04-08T03:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T03:51:15.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If I was Eddie Vedder Would you like me any better? "For the third time in less than a year i will be seeing Local H later tonight. This comes at a good time. I'll be able to head up to Indy and spend some time with the fam and get some business done before the show. The first time i saw Local H was at an X-fest but i really don't count that cause i was real far away and the girls i was with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/92209996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/92209996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92209996' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-92130804</id><published>2003-04-07T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T00:35:58.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Say what you want about the backward-ass city that raised me -- it's full of hicks, the newspaper sucks, there's nothing to do -- but I love Indianapolis"I found this quote when i was reading an article on the Pacers on espn.com. I read it and just started lauging cause it is so true. I love Indy.. but i always bitch about it until i'm gone from it for too long. So here is my pro-Indy top five</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/92130804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/92130804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92130804' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-91674325</id><published>2003-03-30T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T19:36:10.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Here I am just picking up the pieces. All alone just picking up the pieces. Here I am just picking up the pieces. I don't want to. I don't want to."5 weeks to go then its finals week. Man.. the last week has just kinda been blurry as my B-town spring break was rough on me. Much cash was spent on bars, and i believe i got a cold out of my constant drunkeness but it was worth it. I had a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/91674325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/91674325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91674325' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-91427006</id><published>2003-03-26T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T14:29:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"But in the meantime there are those who wanna talk this and that So I suppose that it gets to a point where feelings gotta get hurt And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt it goes"Over Spring Break i did some discussing with some boys about being happy. The basic belief that i have came to is that i was the happiest in my life about three summers ago. life was perfect.. I had a place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/91427006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/91427006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91427006' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-90942717</id><published>2003-03-18T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T15:12:34.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOOOOOOOOOO-TOWN!!!I love being able to use the internet on the beach :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/90942717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/90942717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90942717' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-90747996</id><published>2003-03-14T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T23:54:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It's Time to!!..."I sit here at 11:45 doing last second thinking making sure i don't forget anything of importance. I have my clothes, my tunes, and a 24 pack of Redbull!!  I look around at most of my crew and i hope we make it there in tact. With the exception of PAT we all look a little dazed hopefully we will live through the night. I will see you all later and hope to make a report from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/90747996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/90747996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90747996' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-90602582</id><published>2003-03-12T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T14:29:50.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"life is only as good as the memories we make and i'm taking back what belongs to me"Random things i've seen today so far... 1.) Man riding a unicycle to class 2.) a guy screaming "show us your tits!" out of a window on 7th street at 2 in the afternoon.Anniversaries are good things to remind us of things in the past that somehow meant something to us. Good, bad, happy, sad, these dates remind</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/90602582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/90602582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90602582' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-90366349</id><published>2003-03-08T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T14:49:32.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Leanin to the side but you can't spead through Two miles an hour so everybody sees you There's an air of love and of happiness"God i love when the weather gets warm out. Its just a taste of the sweet sweet bliss i will be in a week from now when I make my triumphet return to Woo-Town. Today i'm feeling bullet points..--Went to the Trust company show on Tuesday, decent show, would have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/90366349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/90366349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90366349' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-90123501</id><published>2003-03-04T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T13:09:16.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DarQness37: if you can crap your pants in public and it's ok then what do you need to hear?Ahh my first concert in months and it didn't let me down. Me and my Nikka went up to indy last night expecting a decent show and got a pretty damn good one. I won't waste my time with talking about the first two bands cause it would give them more recognition then deserved. The first main band up was From</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/90123501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/90123501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90123501' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-90062315</id><published>2003-03-03T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T13:41:47.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"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."The hits keep on coming.. i'm surfing the web today making sure my concerts this week are a go and what do i see? There is another concert planned for Indy. Its Papa Roach and Nonpoint playing at the KOC April </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/90062315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/90062315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90062315' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-89981808</id><published>2003-03-01T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T22:56:36.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I think the chain broke away and I felt it the day that I had my own time I took advantage of myself and felt fine but it was worth the night  I caught an early flight and I made it home" Well well well.. I almost forgot that i have a blog. I thought this might happen.. oh well. I just got back from the IU IOWA game where i sat in the 6th row and watch the hoosiers almost blow a 15 point </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/89981808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/89981808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#89981808' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-89502679</id><published>2003-02-21T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T11:16:12.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We don't need a rest this is just a test.. Cuz we're alright, we're up all night.. To see the sun come up again now.. Just one more time no reason why.. To see the sun come up again."Never did think i would take a test in College hungover... ahh memories. Instead of doing work last night i decided to go with Pat and hang out at the water polo house, and Dave offered us free beer.. mmm i like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/89502679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/89502679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89502679' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-89296190</id><published>2003-02-18T04:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T04:30:45.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"the chemically dependant adolescent adopts a lifestyle of swagger, brutality, theft, and sexual excess, all of which is enforced by the yowling and bellowing of rock music"Ohhh Thank god... The Spring Break Mission has finally been finalized. After many a tense moment the goal will be achieved. Me, J-mike, P A T, big poppa, and MCP along with hopefully another contestant to be named later will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/89296190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/89296190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89296190' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-89063544</id><published>2003-02-13T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T20:13:09.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I know I 've started a lot of things, and I never finished anything.This time things are changin' and I, this time I aim it's true. This time I'll follow through." After having a conversation with a certain redhead I realized something that I really hadn't thought about... People will be gone from IU after May. Me, being a genius will be here for longer but others will graduate on time and be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/89063544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/89063544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89063544' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-88988425</id><published>2003-02-12T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T14:49:05.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I really miss him, He would have loved this, I hope he can hear me..." Monday I heard some news that quite took me for a shock... "Mr. Perfect found dead in hotel". Now just having gone through the worst ordeal of my life, that i'm not ready to discuss, one would wonder why a professional wrestler dying would be a problem. I've attended more funerals then I care to count. I'm as familar with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/88988425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/88988425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88988425' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-88862818</id><published>2003-02-10T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T13:38:37.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--When the rock &amp; roll professionals roll into town you know they're well paidYou got it...--I keep telling myself that I will go to more and more concerts but I usually never get around to it. Well this is goin start changing soon. Indianapolis has been gifted with an early spring concert lineup that is very good. Live shows leave you with memories and emotions you can't get by listening to a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/88862818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/88862818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88862818' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5035357.post-88826350</id><published>2003-02-09T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T21:31:49.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this is me throwing my hat in the ring of online opinions. I've always been a believer of taking information from the internet with a grain of salt so do as you wish with mine. Cause in reality i'm not posting any of this for you the reader, i'm doing it to get thoughts out of my head into a semi-clear form. Ohh how I laughed at Doogie Hauser when he did his stupid online journal... Random </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/88826350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5035357/posts/default/88826350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downwardslide.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88826350' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662589747448610812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stingrayucla/jjj.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
