<?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-5071308</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:41:47.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the spartan</title><subtitle type='html'>mistakes were you,
mistakes were me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-110006252499614133</id><published>2004-11-09T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T23:55:24.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i realized i really dont have my priorities in order, that i put way too much towards a relatioship and not enough towards others or even school work.  that really sucks of me because i was really hard on other friends of mine that did the same thing at an earlier point in time.  i really hate that because ive come to realize that people expect a certain level of time (spent/ work) to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/110006252499614133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/110006252499614133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110006252499614133' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-109936652571444428</id><published>2004-11-01T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:35:25.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really hate what im doing, i wish i could stop the train and get off, but the repercutions are just too much to bear, the difference between a little less and too much less is just too fine to fuck with.  forever i'll wander in this land, im trapped forever.  ive started every thing in motion for all the wrong reasons and no longer hold the keys with confidance.  can i stay here? i wonder and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109936652571444428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109936652571444428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109936652571444428' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-109794675314426593</id><published>2004-10-16T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T12:12:33.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on the duality of my soul,this weekend gamer zack is back which may or may not have something to do with the fact that mandy is like 4-5 states away in vigina reenacting the civil war.  so while she's dorking out im also dorking out.  yes that is correct corperate zack is laid to rest for the weekend.  this means several things. here is an itemized list of those things.  1. nothing even close </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109794675314426593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109794675314426593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109794675314426593' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-109591690831151504</id><published>2004-09-23T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T00:21:48.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have nothing to say at all, i guess that means life is going really good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109591690831151504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109591690831151504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109591690831151504' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-109492930177116421</id><published>2004-09-11T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T14:01:41.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night my father was mugged by a rat, a gaint rat. it stole his wallet. so he got up pulled a chainsaw out of his back pocket started it with one hand and ran off after the rat screaming, " no you didnt bitch." i'll be having steak for dinner for the next year and a half.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109492930177116421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109492930177116421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109492930177116421' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-109398816625609054</id><published>2004-08-31T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T16:36:06.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really am not digging life today.  friends, always friends, nothing but friends.  its the ethic of the rule not the paticular case itself that pisses me off.  c' la vie. anyways i really dont want to wait till january to move i wish i could go today, but just think the new people you meet would probably be much the same as the people you already know.  stoic.  sometimes i wish i was a hermit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109398816625609054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109398816625609054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109398816625609054' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-109362760246810532</id><published>2004-08-27T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T12:26:42.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohhh man im finally triing at life, and thats kinda cool.  on the other hand my proverbial plate is so damn big i feel as though i could be crushed under the weight of it at any momment. for some reason this is a good thing.  2005 is either going to make or break me as a person.  everything will probably be different in january, i pray they are.  if i spent my birthday with people i know, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109362760246810532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109362760246810532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109362760246810532' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-109292835826338097</id><published>2004-08-19T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T10:12:38.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its taken me a while but i realize i hate working here at jefferson rd and marketplace and that i dont like working in sales.  i'm probably going to find a bull shit job at a resturant and just do that til about january, at which point im leaving and everything will change.  so about that im either going to move with my parents to michigan in feb or im going go to college.  it might be locally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109292835826338097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109292835826338097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109292835826338097' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-109253230602159176</id><published>2004-08-14T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T20:11:46.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont care who you are if you have ever had or currently own a cell phone then you have at some point bitched about some domb thing or another to at least one other human, there are no exceptions, NONE.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109253230602159176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109253230602159176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109253230602159176' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-109130199276687996</id><published>2004-07-31T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T14:26:32.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i just found out that im not working at the eastview store anymore but instead im on jeff road for like 30 - 40 hours a week.   im not really sure what to think yet, but i do know i wont have to work with jenn anymore so i dont have to hear her say rockstar anymore, and that is pretty cool. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109130199276687996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109130199276687996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109130199276687996' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-109096111924911035</id><published>2004-07-27T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T15:45:19.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday myself paul and the estimable russo all went out for drinks, we were talking about our jobs and how nice it is to be able to walk away from people that annoy you.  russo specifically said it must suck to work in a booth with someone you hate, im in the booth right now and absoltuley lament on that very topic, the girl im working with today is totally proof of that, she has in the time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109096111924911035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/109096111924911035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109096111924911035' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-108915388242211657</id><published>2004-07-06T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T17:44:42.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i bowled my all time high today a 159. in all three games i played i got 3 straight strikes, turkeys if you will.  that is all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108915388242211657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108915388242211657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108915388242211657' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-108905905468434523</id><published>2004-07-05T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T15:24:14.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My boss just told me after I told the story in the last post that how's the fishing is sometimes asked when a person picks their nose. In case any of those reading this also thought that rest assured that I was not picking my nose.on a second note Isaiah hagan bought me a kung fu film I've been wanting and sort of searching for for years. Anyways on the DVD there was a trailer for another movie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108905905468434523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108905905468434523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108905905468434523' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-108857405701899744</id><published>2004-06-30T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T00:40:57.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I was at work in the mall and a guy walked or rather was walking by and I said "hi" to him. He said "hi, how ya doing?" and I responded with the fairly normal human response of good. At this point he was about three to five feet past the booth where I work in and he sort of stopped and turned around and asked me "how's the fishing?"  really as if think about it that man could not have said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108857405701899744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108857405701899744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108857405701899744' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-108822305867828753</id><published>2004-06-25T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T23:10:58.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright a post proper.summer is great, i have nothing to do at all besides work so i usually play alot of videogames like every day. at least every day i have off, which is cool. lazy as shit but still cool. though it really makes me feel adrift at sea.  i dont know why but i really dont have any strong interests in any carreer or field of education so i dont know what what to do with my life, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108822305867828753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108822305867828753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108822305867828753' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-108701934744927586</id><published>2004-06-12T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T00:49:07.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i liked riddick i will not say it was good as shit tends to be slung at the person who calls a movie they liked good when other people dont like it.  but i still liked it and thought it was a good two hours to spend at the movie theater, for me at least.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108701934744927586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108701934744927586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108701934744927586' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-108683497431049657</id><published>2004-06-09T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T21:40:36.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really hate opening up outlook for my email. its kinda like sifting though knee deep shit. seriously my penis is big enough my morgage is all paid off and i dont use perscription drugs nor do i have need of half price software. mr full size emailed me today along with 96 other spam bots.zelda games are the dope that keeps me addicted to games. remember that scene from pulp fiction where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108683497431049657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108683497431049657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108683497431049657' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-108494046593012003</id><published>2004-05-18T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T23:21:05.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>your not funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108494046593012003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108494046593012003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108494046593012003' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-108370075368424421</id><published>2004-05-04T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T15:02:59.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>annnnnd sweet... life took a serious upturn yesterday as i got a new job. ohh and tom should write music reviews.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108370075368424421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108370075368424421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108370075368424421' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-108239038200336124</id><published>2004-04-19T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T11:03:38.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scott.....what a f-ing loser.  yesterday i was at work and bored, quite bored indeed, and rolled up some posters and hit scott with them. so he hit me back with a roll of paper towels, and we started hitting eathother harder and harder and eventually i hit him with posters mind you really quickly and it somehow gouged out a little piece of skin between his pinky and his ring finger.  this was not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108239038200336124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/108239038200336124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108239038200336124' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-107549807314319120</id><published>2004-01-30T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T16:30:04.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive realized that ive become like the people that i hate the most, that ive started to grasp for the brass ring and that life is futile for me. i wonder why i try.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/107549807314319120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/107549807314319120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107549807314319120' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-107549109111733154</id><published>2004-01-30T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T14:33:42.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i swear to god if i get or see one more bill/ticket/expence in the next like month im just gonna quit.  seriously yesterday was the worst day i can remember, ever.  for somereason i got up at 6;42 am which is like 2 hours too early i drop my mom off at work and go pick up tom and andrew andrew busts out the handicap parking thingie and i park in what i thought was a handicapped spot, no such luck</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/107549109111733154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/107549109111733154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107549109111733154' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-107425936346784481</id><published>2004-01-16T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T08:24:36.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen I have for you today a shocking (to some even appalling) bit of news that is with no doubt one of the most startling piece of recklessly, over-abundantly stupid, yet so intrinsically bound to mine yours and every ones lives that if one were to understand even a breath of a fraction of a decimal of its own insidious nature (which would be in our own best interests for safety </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/107425936346784481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/107425936346784481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107425936346784481' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-107323742400743605</id><published>2004-01-04T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T12:32:00.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man i really dont like the holidays, its not fun, and does a good job of pissing me off. more on this later, maybe. ive been pretty sporatic with my posting lately.   peace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/107323742400743605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/107323742400743605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107323742400743605' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-107089712322834496</id><published>2003-12-08T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T10:26:24.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man i had a pretty good week end, with the exception of learning that my friend's wife has ms it went really well.  i found out that im someones least favorite person. how awsome is that?  someone likes me least.  i'll make no excuses for my self im kind of an ass.  and i must be a huge ass in order to find this funny but i do.  the really funny thing is i dont think ive ever said a single word </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/107089712322834496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/107089712322834496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107089712322834496' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-107029019290589118</id><published>2003-12-01T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T09:50:44.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i day dream too much, im sorry if this hurts you but i cant help it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/107029019290589118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/107029019290589118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107029019290589118' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106960587225621374</id><published>2003-11-23T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T11:45:12.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i passed my oec class yesterday. apparently i'll have what is known as free time on my hands... im so exited is could shfitz.  but seriously that was the hardest class ive ever taken. 16 week, 36 classes, 140+ hours, and alot of miles on my car.  anyways i now have free time and that friends is beautiful.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106960587225621374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106960587225621374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106960587225621374' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106837298126048674</id><published>2003-11-09T05:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T08:53:09.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate humanity, and that means you.  I play games. I love games.  This conversation I had with Paul tonight was intriguing, so I’ve posted it.  I have edited it so for typos and it there was two steams of conversation going it would be more coherent for you now. (E.g. when I say "i.e. is shit" in the first segment I really chronologically typed it 3 lines down)And I’ll be adding in comment as I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106837298126048674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106837298126048674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106837298126048674' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106685725519549353</id><published>2003-10-22T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T16:14:15.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i beat pikman the other day i forgot to post that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106685725519549353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106685725519549353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106685725519549353' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106666488149561048</id><published>2003-10-20T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T16:12:42.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>andrew told me to do this so i hope its funniers than it feels;i like onion rings, maybe its because im lonely.i like mozarella sticks, maybe its because im gay.i like burger king, because it hates mike.i hate Mc Donalds, because i like PC's.i like chiken fingers, because i only have five.i hate chicken wings, maybe its because i'm going to hell.i dont eat fish, because im scared of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106666488149561048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106666488149561048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666488149561048' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106643886950757819</id><published>2003-10-17T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T20:01:51.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohh i just deleted the post for 9/17/03 but i was there.  it was an exact month. im not lying.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106643886950757819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106643886950757819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106643886950757819' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106643880819552387</id><published>2003-10-17T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T20:02:24.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   wow i find it funny that its been exactly one month since i last blogged.  i think tonight may have just quenched my thirst to every see mike again. the entire time he didnt say a single nice thing to me.  so i just left if paul was here he'd call me nancy no but hes not so im a nancy.   i just uninstalled i.m.  and i feal better for it. no more pointless conversations for me.   i think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106643880819552387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106643880819552387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106643880819552387' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-10637206673280680</id><published>2003-09-16T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T08:57:48.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its been exiting lately if nothing else, my quest to play games on this pc of mine have lead to me buying a video card as well as a new motherboard.  which is pretty hot cause its all happening for pretty cheap, and becase i'll have a better computer afterwards.  work has been a little crazy too because half the people i work with got fired last friday.  so i've worked every day since then and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/10637206673280680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/10637206673280680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10637206673280680' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106322748855729460</id><published>2003-09-10T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T15:58:08.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>through the machinations of the penny arcade and their strip today i have become aware of a great cover-up at Mc donalds.  here are a few links to learn of this mysterynumber one revals the demise of a great leadernumber two  gives the very same leader a tributenumber three shows yet another mystery of great intrigue.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106322748855729460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106322748855729460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106322748855729460' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106313984603045349</id><published>2003-09-09T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T15:37:26.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had plans but my car decided otherwise today as it desided to not take me where i have to go but instead to just spew the contents of it cooling system all over my driveway.  the radiator has been shot for a while now but today its went down for good.  hurray for cars!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106313984603045349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106313984603045349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106313984603045349' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106304145432958760</id><published>2003-09-08T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T12:17:34.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i wonder if other humans think more than i do, sometimes i feel completely oblivious to my surroundings.  but i never know what to do about it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106304145432958760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106304145432958760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106304145432958760' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106235179676347073</id><published>2003-08-31T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T11:17:21.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi kids, i got alot of blogging to do althought this may end up a short postfirst off: zeldaa. i realized why i liked that freaking game so much in two words: side quests. for me side quests are what makes a video game world feel alive.  knowing that a person can say more than welcome to windfall island,knowing that they have wants, makes me feel as if the person is somehow more alive.  now it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106235179676347073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106235179676347073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106235179676347073' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106177379416155271</id><published>2003-08-24T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T20:09:54.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here's a question for all of you, what if Darth Vader blogged.  would it be the written equivalent of a "limp biscuit" (how ever you spell it (Fred durst)) or would it be poetic?  maybe it'd be in ALL CAPS cause he's so pissed.  would his words be spaced out like when he's speaking or would he write the sound effect of his breathing down "chghhh chghooo".man today was a busy day.  now I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106177379416155271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106177379416155271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106177379416155271' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106173605522374691</id><published>2003-08-24T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T09:40:55.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im really supprised it have time to post this as i have like no free time the week-end which sucks as i have no time at all to study for class.  i may just call in sick today so that i can study.  anyways its been a busy last few days as i worked most of (9am-5pm) thursday and all day(9am-9:30pm) friday saturday i went to the state fair then to work.  today if i go to work it'll be from 2-6 but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106173605522374691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106173605522374691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106173605522374691' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106082991616662486</id><published>2003-08-13T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T11:55:36.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sooo....... heres a story most of you will hate me for if you didnt alrready (if you did then it will compound the hate).  anywho my house is under construction right now.  the other day we poured a new foundation to the house so that the new walls we put in will be stable which is always a good thing.  so of course we had cement trucks in to pour the cement.  the first day was fine it was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106082991616662486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106082991616662486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106082991616662486' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106080500702853245</id><published>2003-08-13T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T15:08:12.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i appreciate toms last few posts a whole lot.   they've been fun.in unrelated news i got donnie darko on dvd the other day as well as monthy python and the holy grail today.  office space and jay and silent bob come soon as well as kotor.  my oec class is going good but it makes me feel inatiquite if nothing else. anyways no one probably understand a word of this post but i'll have walls back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106080500702853245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106080500702853245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106080500702853245' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-106013181980733826</id><published>2003-08-05T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T20:03:39.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thursday has a new cd coming out sept 16.  i may just have it that week.  anyways heres a message to those of you that think i never do anything: i just started a 140+ hour class.  thats what like four and a half collage classes so fuck off.  i am doing shit.  im out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106013181980733826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/106013181980733826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106013181980733826' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-105985608906685603</id><published>2003-08-02T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T15:28:09.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>change of scenery</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/105985608906685603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/105985608906685603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105985608906685603' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-105985589053358184</id><published>2003-08-02T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T15:24:50.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i entered the car which was to be my prison for the next half an hour, only to be forgotten about in the future at some point.  i was expecting a  barrage of questions to make me regret my actions of the night before, but my foe was cunning only dropping two passive aggresive comments for me to respond to.  fortunately my foe had underestimated me and over estimated her own actions, she failed to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/105985589053358184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/105985589053358184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105985589053358184' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-105934273352099242</id><published>2003-07-27T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T14:36:43.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man so many dumb things have happened around me today i dont know where to begin, maybe (i should start) with tom screaming out stupid things while sitting at the edge of my lawn and the street. or with one of the many stories that he and russo told me, none of which were flattering.  or of verse or of fiction or of lyrics i dont know what, i live in a world gone mad so as far as my blog is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/105934273352099242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/105934273352099242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934273352099242' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-105890627817045808</id><published>2003-07-22T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T15:37:58.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she swings with the ease of a hammer, from the truth down throught the past, and i know.  ~sparta, red alibi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/105890627817045808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/105890627817045808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105890627817045808' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-105759727458883395</id><published>2003-07-07T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T12:01:14.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you need a blog-sitter you can get me here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/105759727458883395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/105759727458883395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105759727458883395' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-105759705981506065</id><published>2003-07-07T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T15:38:31.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>where have i been for the last week or so?i was blog sitting here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/105759705981506065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/105759705981506065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105759705981506065' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-96021757</id><published>2003-06-25T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T15:38:16.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i have to say the hulk was good. in fact its the best marvel comics movie to date.  even if stan lee had been less obvoius in his cameo it still would have been great.  anyways on to the point of this rant.  Expectations are the ruination of anything anticipated.  who in the what where?  just know this when someone is a fan of something and it comes out in movie format or is a sequal to a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/96021757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/96021757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#96021757' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-95883795</id><published>2003-06-20T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T23:15:19.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you ever get those day where youre brain doesnt work?  it takes you forever to do menial tasks.  cause i do and man do they ever suck.  tonight was one of them,  i could not concentate on anything for like more than 2 minutes.  which sucks when your trying to do work. ohh well i'll just do a bunch tommorow.hulk this week.  ive heard critiques rip it up.  and ive heard a friend who i trust say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/95883795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/95883795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95883795' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-95883543</id><published>2003-06-20T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T23:03:15.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we all die alone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/95883543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/95883543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95883543' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-95793121</id><published>2003-06-18T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T10:17:52.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i knew that running mozilla, kazaa, outlook express, and having windows media player burn me a cd on a 256 ram machine with 64 of that shared to video was just asking for massive slowdown but it still didnt stop me from looking at my burner and saying "you ram sucking bitch"that is all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/95793121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/95793121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95793121' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-95565421</id><published>2003-06-11T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T16:28:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and in a strange turn of events:two blogs in one day!!when i was a kid they always those commerials on where the parent asks his kid where he had learned to smoke pot.  and the kid was like from watching you.  havent smoked pot to this day because of those commercials but what i want to know is why didnt they have those type of commercials pretaining to paranoia.  Maybe then i wouldnt be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/95565421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/95565421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95565421' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-95555472</id><published>2003-06-11T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T11:58:27.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>get the fuck out, just leave, get out your not welcome here.the last week or so things have been fine.  and by things i mean what happens around me and me reation to them.  but what happens in me thats a whole different story.  my mind has been constantly wrestling with itself.  did i do it, or was it never really there i cant tell.  i have evidence it was there.  if it was there then i have no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/95555472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/95555472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95555472' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-95453492</id><published>2003-06-09T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T16:47:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i love you, i hate you, i love you, i hate you."  - me if i could talk to my jobso yeah take that.  if you couldnt desipher that ever so cryptic message at the top here it is in plain oxymoronic english: i love and hate my job.  i get to work with games...thats cool.  but i get tracked on sales.  the thing is i dont really do good at them.  thats not my fault though as i spent little to no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/95453492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/95453492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95453492' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-95374808</id><published>2003-06-06T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T11:59:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"man those guys must think im really cool" me to myselfin fact they didn't.  so the last few days were intresting.  wensday tom and andrew picked me up and went to barnes and noble. and then spent the rest of our night playing super monkey ball 2 at tom's.  that was crazy and yet again i proved that im rather obscene while playing games with friends.  player faggot is up and those guys are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/95374808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/95374808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95374808' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-94643566</id><published>2003-05-20T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T09:56:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Russo reminded me the other day of something that I did freshman year that I had completely forgotten.  Now this wouldn’t normally have bothered me at all cause yes do forget things, we all do its natural.  The thing is this wasn’t a good memory, so it could have been repressed.  This leads to my question, if I could have forgotten this memory of my past loserdom they how many others like it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/94643566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/94643566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94643566' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-94032390</id><published>2003-05-08T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T13:04:22.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Possible implications of failure come rather easy to me.  I guess that makes me paranoid or something.  But that’s not all that scary. Its when this skill (or byproduct of being surrounded by paranoid people all my childhood) fails me that is scary.  I guess it’s that it has become so deeply imbedded in my "reason" -if you will- that with out it I simple don’t look at any other consequences at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/94032390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/94032390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94032390' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-93844852</id><published>2003-05-06T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T00:51:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wrote this for a a lone wolf and cub "chat group"* but i want to save it forever so im placing it in my blog also:hmmm.... I have to say that I dis-agree with everyone that says that lone wolf would make great movies or videogames.  my reasons are numerous for both.   now I know that a movie series based on lone wolf already exists about which I've heard many good things (about the action,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93844852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93844852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93844852' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-93780029</id><published>2003-05-04T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T23:00:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i have to say yesterday was one hell of a day.  so i woke up and pretty much just went to work.  this is what i do on saturdays and it is very uninteresting.  this is where my story starts:  now four different versions of this night will surface but let me just start off by saying that now i did not play pikman at all during the night. anyways when i got home (from work) i called up mike as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93780029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93780029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93780029' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-93682790</id><published>2003-05-02T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T20:41:46.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>friday night and im all alone,where all the lights are changing green to red,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93682790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93682790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93682790' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-93486596</id><published>2003-04-29T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T15:36:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so the judge just dismissed my case which was good cause i didnt want to pay no money for that (even though it was my moms.)  anyways i had to sit through two hours of court to get it dismissed but it was all good cause i got to charge fran for it which means i got paid for sitting through the whole thing.  the judge was rather cool too what with the cracking wise and all.  so it wasnt as bad as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93486596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93486596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93486596' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-93410432</id><published>2003-04-28T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T15:25:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man i got to go to court.... this really sucks and its all my moms fault.  all she had to do was go to a police station that monday and it would have been all good but instead like the lazy person she is she just kept putting it off and putting it off and now i have to pay by going to court for her and fixing her shit.  i'll explain this one later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93410432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93410432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93410432' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-93375353</id><published>2003-04-27T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T22:12:22.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have to say feeling your mind come alive again after a two year nap is a really good feeling.   back around 2001 my mind simple gave up. i coasted through my last two years of high school.  i didnt try at all but i still passed.  it wasnt hard.  now finally my mind is returning, waking up, whatever you want to call- it its back.  it decided to take a leave of absence two years ago because it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93375353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93375353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93375353' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-93279513</id><published>2003-04-25T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T23:20:40.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow i have to say that people are both more fickle and dumber than ill ever begin to comprehend.let me explain.  today i was working at electronics botique.  the phone rings.  the asst manager is busy so i answer it.  now every month we have a vom or vender of the month.  the vender is some company that pays our company and in return we push there product like crazy.  we give it 4 feet of wall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93279513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93279513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93279513' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-93139352</id><published>2003-04-23T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T22:39:04.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow i thrilled with the thought that people might be reading this blog now because mike linked to it.  but keep in mind that this site is boring much like thet life that inspires it.  if you do want a witty blog then  this is your ticket.  of course i really dont know why it is that im so thrilled as like 4 people will ever see this blog.  anyways i really got to go get a job so maybe that will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93139352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/93139352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93139352' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-92813530</id><published>2003-04-17T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T21:27:31.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>embrace yourself cause if you dont know one will.the rants of a lone man+first of the moby cd rocks.... thanks mikei just finished golden sun i have to say that game has one wierd freaken ending  good thing the sequal is out soon. but with that and diablo 2 dropped in price im really in a jiff.anything else of interest.....no not reallymaybe soon though</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/92813530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/92813530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92813530' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-92678284</id><published>2003-04-15T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T17:47:39.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its tuesday back to the plus minus+woke up and just did what i wanted+hung out with mike jim and tom at the park/wegmans/bruggers/record archive+bought the moby 18 cd as well as the cake fashion nugget cd+parents left home amost right after i got here and took the dog with them.+returned to the plus minus format.lately....-found out that i cant really add links in my blog and that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/92678284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/92678284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92678284' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-92336008</id><published>2003-04-09T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T22:41:51.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>friday night.got like 90 dollors in free merchandice.  and i did about no work, though the asst. man. did bitch like a pack of female dogs. good night!  as i was driving home the sky was getting light up with transformer explosions.  it was raining out and i hit a tree.  really bad drive if ive ever had one.this weekend my mom bought me a gameboy advanced sp.  that thing is the dopest p.o.s. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/92336008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/92336008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92336008' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-91996359</id><published>2003-04-04T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T22:26:36.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>somewhere between this world and that of sleep my mind wonders over the planes of should be could be and comes up with asinine plot lines of oddity.heres one that it made as i had trouble sleeping last night.im a black belt.  i never tell anyone about it i keep it a secret.  then one day i deside to tell an old freind about it.  shes impressed.  so she tells me to meet he at the movie theater</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/91996359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/91996359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91996359' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-91895200</id><published>2003-04-03T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T22:42:12.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate nerds. fuck dungeons and dragons.  i mean seriosly ...spelled that one all wrong...  i work with morons and losers one in the same.  #1 some 8 years of collage and not a degree to show for it.  #2 two collage degrees and is an asst manager at a fucking game shop, go get a real job tubby #3 hates number two because he stole her job as the asst manager and does nothing but bitch of him #4 a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/91895200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/91895200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91895200' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-91671406</id><published>2003-03-30T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T18:30:56.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have t say that this week has been really damn good to me. really damn good?  ill stop writing crazy shit.  hanging with tom was more fun than ive had i quite a while.  that night was hard pressed to get any better.  hung out with joe last night, with was also a ton of fun, the only way last night could have gotten better is if i hadnt gotten a ticket for my tail lights being out glad he didn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/91671406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/91671406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91671406' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-91505380</id><published>2003-03-27T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T17:09:20.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jeez 20 days since i updated wow well i was on a trip part of that time so what can you expect?  anyways i no longer have any form of a life as i play the new zelda about 65% of my waking time.  that other 35% is rough.  anyways went out with tom last night and had some fun. we saw punch drunk love which i honostly didnt stop laughing though, i was too funny.  more later.....maybe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/91505380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/91505380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91505380' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-90345286</id><published>2003-03-08T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T01:53:39.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5 days later...no thing interesting this week trust me.went and saw peter pan the musical at newark high school.  one of my freinds was in one of the lead roles, wendy if you must know,  and she wanted me to come see it so i did.  it was really well done with wires and what not.  shes one of those people who i've known and been friends with all my life. in fact outside of family i thing ive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/90345286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/90345286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90345286' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-90028731</id><published>2003-03-02T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T22:25:14.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday was fun went out after work an hung with mike.  went to javas and got my ass kicked at pool twice before going to arias and then to a diner for food.  it was a good night altogether because i had for the most part no worries at all.  meet up with risi -an old class mate from finney and had a good talk for a while about the old school.....call sjf...... so that was cool.funny that she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/90028731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/90028731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90028731' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-89989044</id><published>2003-03-02T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T02:16:16.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>todays blog comes tommorow</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89989044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89989044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#89989044' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-89941502</id><published>2003-03-01T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T22:25:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and for friday the last day of this shortened month:got up played indydug a holewent in to workcame home and killed some enemy jets.i hate myself</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89941502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89941502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#89941502' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-89824572</id><published>2003-02-27T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T02:02:10.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>anyways as for my doings today they go as follows-got up left to go get food as my mom no longer has any food in the house.(spent own money for food)+came back and watched four hours of movies.  full metal jacket and dracula.  some damn fine movies.(good watching)-ate dinner it was angel hair pasta. i really hate that shit.(yaaa bad food)+played the third metal of honor for several </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89824572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89824572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89824572' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-89823819</id><published>2003-02-27T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T01:54:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so im just looked at the microwave and the digital display said 1.59 im like no way its that late.  so i hit the stop key and it says 1:40.  oh well i geuss that means it time for a bogg to be writen or rather typed.  anyways last night i new exactly what i was gonna bitch about and i totally forgot what it was.  ohh ya yesterday i wroet i suck at what i do best.  so ya i went skiing two days </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89823819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89823819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89823819' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-89761706</id><published>2003-02-26T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T01:42:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so i still was pretty lazy about getting this shit up but its up.yesterday went like this: got up, went skiing, realized i suck at what i do best, got home,  left right away for work and did pretty much nothing while i was there.it was a good day thoughtoday, well it wasnt so great but not to bad.  got up realaxed,  took fran to work, played games, went in to work, came home finished </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89761706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89761706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89761706' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-89689245</id><published>2003-02-24T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T23:02:40.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>getting lazier and lazier with this.  oh well tommorow i dont have a thing to do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89689245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89689245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89689245' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-89620665</id><published>2003-02-23T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T18:37:02.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mistakes were you, mistakes were me.+woke up, ate a waffle.  every sunday my dad makes waffle or pancakes (usually waffles) for breakfast.  good stuff(waffle)-played games.  was all late for work because of the quarter inch of ice on my windshield/car.  the rain from last night froze up and damn did i have my work cut up for me.  went to work and did alot of nothing,  the mall was really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89620665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89620665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89620665' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-89582033</id><published>2003-02-22T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T23:30:12.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the back of my mind a voice speaks... spells out the master planshort and sweet.+woke up watched some tv..  had little interaction with peopleall was good+went in to work had some fun got some free shit.  ate some of the most fattening pizza ever.  im watching replacement killers right now so im out be still, be still</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89582033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89582033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89582033' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-89538186</id><published>2003-02-22T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T18:39:07.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>added some links</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89538186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89538186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89538186' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-89536948</id><published>2003-02-22T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T00:02:42.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>while taking a page out of mike's book you can expect some music lines up hear from now on.so todays events.+woke up at my liesure did some stuff around the house took a shower didnt have to deal with anyone for several hours(an all around pleasent morning)-took out the trash and on my way in i stubbed my toe on the edge of a metal door.  that woundn't have been so bad if it hadden't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89536948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89536948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89536948' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-89464833</id><published>2003-02-20T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T19:35:17.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today went so similar to yesterday its scary.  so just read yesterdays blog and that's pretty much how today went..... in case you didnt know i have no life.  but i work tommorow so that should mix things up a little.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89464833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89464833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89464833' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-89406590</id><published>2003-02-19T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T19:33:07.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so i lied, i got nothing interesting to post ....or do i?  i was watching tv tonight and i wondered what the hell people see in that shit.  now i was watching it to so yes im a hypocrite,  but anyways the only thing on local tv was american idol the bachlorette west wing and some news/magazine crap on cbs and i wondered what the hell am i watching?show #1 american idol-- now theres a keeper.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89406590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89406590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89406590' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-89395809</id><published>2003-02-19T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T18:41:44.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and for today....-i woke up and that sucked. fran (a.k.a. the women that bore me into this world for those of you who dont know)  woke me up to get her some coffee/grub from mc donalds.  she said its because she felt sick but i dont know.  i think she just wanted some food and was just to lazy to get it.  i had one of those parfait things (ie the heathiest shit on mcD menu).(woke up to run a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89395809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5071308/posts/default/89395809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespartanrevolt.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89395809' title=''/><author><name>zack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527741717980508920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5071308.post-89335831</id><published>2003-02-18T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T19:06:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+this is my first post so hi.  well that was dumb anyways welcome to my blog.  by reading this you can kept in tact with all that happens in my life.......... well i guess this is also my last post as i dont really have a life and never really do anything interesting, but i'll let you be the judge of that.(first blog entry and i have yet to make an ass of myself.... or have i?)+anyways just </summary><link rel='edit' 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