<?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-11109233</id><updated>2011-09-04T19:59:28.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's Silent Scream</title><subtitle type='html'>Where i come to vent, be hyper, or whatever i feel like doing at the time</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-3192038906513618845</id><published>2007-02-16T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:09:31.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KITTY BALL OF FUZZ NAMED LORENA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8mBUJ3NSFE/RdYN91smxRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K0pYc_MK3M4/s1600-h/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Quite some time ago I've started working on another Avantasia adventure! Again it's going to be a conceptual album with different musicians and singers. More about it from now on at this site www.avantasia.net. You ask why I am doing it? Because I can! Because I am dying to go for it! And because the time has come that I feel ready and strong enough to start something big, bombastic and monumental again! Believe me: you won't find any other man on the face of the earth who has got more work and stress right now - and who's yet as happy as I am. It's so exciting to see another dream of mine take shape. I wish you a successful year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-7537164802711950335?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/7537164802711950335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=7537164802711950335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/7537164802711950335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/7537164802711950335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-116313719385189376</id><published>2006-11-10T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:39:53.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another story for yall,,,</title><content type='html'>CAUTION:&lt;br /&gt;A; This is 14 pages on microsoft word, so give yourself a moment or 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: This is AMAZINGLY corney&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Last Dance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t help but laugh when Terri gave me her description of “The Claw.” Her clawing hand and snarling voice was an almost dead on impression of or advanced English teacher back in our days in junior high school. Our laugh was short lived though, because about a minute or two later my trusty green and black Chevy brought us to our final destination, the future site of what was being referred to as “The School of The Future,” and the current sight of Franklin Roosevelt Junior High. The very building that me and Terri met, fell in love, and where we started to become the people we are today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;A sickening feeling of failure and dissolution always accompanied every thought I had of the old place. I had held an office job within the city government for about 7 years now, and once I heard the plans for a glorious new junior high school, I made it my soul purpose in life to thwart the plan by any means necessary. Soon though it became apparent that I was the only voice that Mr. Roosevelt’s namesake school had, and my hopes of saving my beloved school were smashed into the ground. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t understand people’s logic sometimes. People for whatever reason have a bad habit of assuming newer is always better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My home of Altoona Pennsylvania was a bustling rail road city back in the 1920s which made it spring up overnight, but eventually fell to the rise of the automobile. The city really wasn’t a “big” city, but it had a unique school system. There were 2 junior high schools where, depending on where you lived, you would attend. Over the years overcrowding and the toll of time itself did a number on the three buildings.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I guess that nostalgia and preservation of history is no match for technology anymore. There had been a battle within the city whether to overhaul the buildings one by on and build a moderately bigger building for a new junior high, or to completely ditch all three buildings in favor of one super school complete with every imaginable educational advancement. In the end, nothing I did or said was met with any serious thought. Points I made about loosing one of the biggest school rivalries was flat out ignored, and when I explained that the school would be to large for younger students to adapt to, the answers I got all were generic “they will be fine” crap. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Even my petition signed by half the population of the city to save the school was ignored and most likely in a “to be shredded” pile on some guy’s desk. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The only other supporter the building seemed to have was my wife Terri. From the day we met at school it seemed like we were made for each other. We met in phys-ed in 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade, and the word “inseparable” seemed to be the only appropriate word. We weren’t “popular” by any means, but our relationship seemed to be a model for our friends. We always heard people talk of wanting what “Dave and Terri” have, which made us a bit uncomfortable, but it seemed to reassure what we were feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Terri had this uncanny ability to know what moments she was needed and what moments she was not, and this was one of those times where her hand in mine would be an almost lifesaving comfort. We had received permission to enter Roosevelt Jr. High, the official reason was to “check on demolition progress,” but we were going to do no such thing. Trying to obtain permission to go through the school was actually her idea to begin with. She wanted us to be able to relive some of our old memories and say goodbye to a building that meant so much to the both of us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took a while, but I finally called in some favors and was able to get the keys to the place. I couldn’t help but suspect that giving us permission to do what we wanted to done in hops that I would shut up and quit pissing off the higher ups.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I recognized that this was going to be one of those days that would change me. This would be the last time I would ever see the old school hall as a destination. I remembered back to a time when I couldn’t wait to be gone from this building forever, to leave it behind and be on to bigger and better things. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now as my eyes sat on the blessed building I could see every memory of my days here passing over me in one sudden rush of nostalgia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Every moment like a movie screen projecting right into my eyes. I say myself talking to my first ever best friend for the first time. Hank was my first real friend, and I met him in the very building I was gazing at. Then I was back in gym class, the very spot where I met my wife Terri for the first time. Oddly enough, I met her when she accidentally hit me in the face with a basketball and broke my nose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of the sudden I had traveled a few years later and I was in front of the bathroom mirror crying. This was a moment I wished I could forget, but instead it seems that it stays with me as the most vivid of all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I always feel weak when I think of this memory, almost down right silly, but that is what society does to me sometimes. People often laugh and joke about the problems of 13 year olds. They say things like “that’s nothing” dismiss anything they are feeling as childish. I do no such thing, and feel that what happened to you at that age mold’s you into who you become in adulthood. I don’t wish what I went through on my worst enemy, and still prey to god that I never go through that much pain again. I still remember though. I remember crying to the point of physical pain, I remember thinking why I had to be the one who’s parents don’t love each other anymore, and why God chose now to scare me with doctors who wanted to do test on me, throwing around words like “cancer” and what my “treatment options” were going to be if the tests were positive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Dave, don’t do that to yourself”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;A stern voice broke me out of my tearful reminiscing. I think Terri knew exactly what was going through my mind and quickly brought be back to reality. I looked at her, and a wordless “thank you” and “you’re welcome” passed between us. . Falling back into her normal, angelic voice she suggested we get out of the car, being that we had been sitting in it in almost complete silence for 20 minutes, eyes fixated on where we were soon to be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Are you sure you want to do this, Dave?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;She was always emotionally stronger than me. There were many times where I envied her when she was able to keep a straighter head than I could. She could always think things through with a clear head and put them into perspective while I was driving myself crazy trying to do everything at once. I looked over to her beautiful eyes, and with a nod of our heads, we got out of the car and started out melancholy walk to the school building.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Suddenly Terri got a grin on her face and exclaimed, “Damn it, I left it in the trunk,” and she sprinted back to our car. She got to the car and franticly was searching her pockets for the keys. I was a bit confused, but obviously whatever was in the trunk was important, so I quickly walked back to the car and opened it up for her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Thanks sweetheart,” she said kissing me on the cheek. Before I could ask her what she was doing, she pulled out a CD boom box from the back of the car. The quizzical look on my face was enough for her to know exactly what I was thinking, and her smile and giggle was her usual way of saying “You’ll see what I have up my sleeve darling!” I didn’t actually ask what she was up to, because usually the giggle also meant if I enquired, I would get a playful sucker punch on the big ugly scar on my arm, the visible reminder of my cancer scare. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“You didn’t forget anything else in here did you Terri?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;One clever answer and one kick in the shin later we were once again walking to our childhood school, feeling slightly lighter because of the car antics that just occurred. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;We approached the door for the last time just as my watch chimed in at 3 o’clock. Right away the teenager that was still inside me s was cringing in pain at the thought of walking into, instead of out of, my old school at three in the afternoon. Of course, if I know that same teenager as well as I think I do, he also had an evil mischievous grin on has face as I was about to enter a deserted building where we were not supposed to be with my sweetheart. If anything though, my teenage self was probably calling me an overemotional loser for entering a stupid building for something as stupid as “closure.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Terri and I decided that we were going to enter the building as we did as kids, through a small door that lead into the basement, just to the right of the main staircase entrance. Luck was on my side for a brief moment it would seem. In my not-so-normal state of mind, I never bothered to but the building’s keys on my key ring and had apparently left them laying somewhere back at the house. Luckily someone had left this particular door unlocked and open to anyone else who felt it was necessary to make their presence felt. The already rusting door hinges creaked in protest as we entered the old brick structure. We had brought flashlights just in case, but since the “basement” was not typical in that it was on ground level, it had a few windows that let in just enough light to let us get around.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Once again a blur of memories came rushing back into my head. I looked to the left and saw a portion of the floor that was a completely different color, much less worn down because of the years this small corner was occupied with an often empty candy machine. Straight ahead of us was the one part of the building I despised, the elevator. Due to my several bouts with broken ankles I was forced to ride up and down this box of death several times a year. Feeling it sway from side to side as I rode is most likely how I was able to get a case or acrophobias and claustrophobia all at the same time. To our right, the steps that lead to the first floor, and to the rest of the building. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;With a quick nod of her head, we started in the direction of the stairs. Just one foot on the first step and we both seemed to come down with a case of incapacitating remembrance. I don’t know what memories were flushing through Terri’s head, but my own memory was that of the first day I ever stepped foot onto these stairs. I was different then. Junior high school was the stereotypical “first day of the rest of my life” for me. Until then, I had nobody aside from my parents. I was always the outcast in my early years of schooling. This building gave me new hope when I struck up a random conversation with a random kid named Arthur who I am still good friends with to this very day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;A bittersweet view of the old main hallway greeted us when we reached the top. The hall where I walked more times than I can count was now a shadow of its former self. The trophy case was gone, the doors to the rooms were no more, and the floor was littered with the cutter of a building about to die. I could tell Terri was having a rough time with it too, she had just seen the hall mural she helped paint with large holes punched in it and scratches mercilessly ripped through its painted flesh. She buried her head into my shoulder and quietly sobbed for a moment or two before looking at the mural with a chuckle and saying with the tone of a lie “I never liked that painting anyway!.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Arm and arm we toured every inch of the building like a fine tooth comb. Every step brought back forgotten memories, as well as the terrible thought that the memories would fade into nothingness along with the poor damned school hall. I must have fought back a lifetimes worth of tears on our walk through the past, and Terri was good enough to pretend she did not notice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;As we walked, we passed by the restroom. Outside was the old fixtures, sinks and mirrors. One mirror in predictor caught my eye. Yes, this was it, the chip out of the bottom left corner and the crack across the top told me this was the mirror I shed many a tear. Picking it up, I looked at myself in it one more time, and threw it into the nearest trash can, where it broke apart instantly. Terri gave me a look that told me she knew exactly what I did what I did, and without a word, we continued.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Our tour took us hours, we talked a lot, laughed a lot, and stood in silent sorrow a lot. We saw our old homerooms, our old class rooms, and even sat in the cafeteria in our regular seats, just talking about the old times we had.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;And then, we finally came to what room I feared most, and what Terri seemed to save until last. A dusty brown sign on the windowless door read “Girls Gym.” Of course the term “Girls Gym” was about outdated as the ten cent pay phone, but the school still kept the names on the doors and used them on scheduling sheets. I still remember freaking out when I saw that I was to report to the “Girl’s Gym” for the first time, but my homeroom instructor was good enough to explain it to everyone before anyone went completely nuts. Good old Mr. Davis, he was quite the nice guy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“So are you going in or what!?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Terri almost shouted in my ear as I stood suspended in the hallway like one of the old removed statues that lined the walls. I knew that she knew why I was not in a hurry to enter the gym, but for some reason she was strangely adamant about getting me in there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Surely you remember…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“You know damn well I remember” I choked out, resisting the urge to run out the door before Terri could convince me to go in. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Placing a hand on my shoulder she said with amazing sympathy “Okay,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;go sit down, ill be right back.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I sat on the floor in the hall while Terri went into the gymnasium for reasons unknown to myself. It didn’t take long for my tears to march back to my eyes. This was probably the most significant room in the building to me. One of my fondest memories took place here, and now when it is a mere 3 yards away, and I was finding it completely hopeless and impossible that I would ever go inside. I swore to God I was ready for this, but suddenly once again it hit me that everything, every moment, ever feeling, every memory, was going to be locked in a pile of rubble within the next month.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;She emerged a few moments&lt;/b&gt; later, a sympathetic smile on her face as she offered her hand to me. The look on her face was saying “it will be all right,” but as the trip went on, I came to the realization that it would never be all right. The building was doomed, along with my memories of it. I pulled myself up, every step I took felt like an impregnable barrier, each step was sucking the life out of me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“We don’t have to do this” I choked out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Terri gave me one of those stares that only a wife can conjure up. It had the look of sympathy, anger, love and deep friendship all in one. No matter how much I wanted to, there was no way I was going to fight a look like that. Then, just as sudden as a heart attack, I saw the door again, and froze.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Terri gazed in my direction. “Listen dear, we promised each other we would do this. We promised we would see each other though this, and &lt;i style=""&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;promised &lt;i style=""&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt; that I would NOT let you do this to yourself Dave. So don’t you DARE spring all this on me all at once.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I could tell that her sternness was just a front to what she was truly feeling inside. She was always mentally much stronger that me, but I could tell when her strength was failing her. I was suddenly filled with my duties as a husband, to be strong for the love of my life, to make her feel as little pain as possible. I guess you could call it a metal second wind, but for me, it was an act of love that I continued.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Damn, and I thought that I got my last lecture in this building YEARS ago!” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;That little ice breaker seemed to put us both a little more at ease. In front of us stood a threshold, a door we used many times as kids, a door that seemed to be calling out to us. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I she offered her hand, and just as I was about to grab it, I saw she was missing something.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“What happened to the boom box?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Why Dave, what ever do you mean?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I never did like when she used sarcasm. Usually it meant that there was something she new and I didn’t, or she was about to tell me the kind of news that you hate to hear as a husband. I just didn’t understand the logic at the moment, she had the boom box when she walked in the gym before me, and she no longer had it when she reappeared in the hallway. I could not think of any logical reason for her to need a damn boom box, but her urgent search for D batteries last night was slightly more clear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“OK Terri, what the hell is going on? What are you up to?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Just come this way dear.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;The loving softness in her voice always seemed to have a hypnotic effect on me. She could make me do anything with that voice, and now she was finally making me do the one thing I wanted to do the most, and least, in the world right now. Beyond this door was where Terri and I attended our first dance. We shared a lot of firsts in this room, and it was, and still is, one of my most favorite places in the entire world. I remember the exact spot where we shared our first dance, where I was able to get the school’s resident egomaniac jock Andy Simpson to back off of her, and most importantly I remember the exact spot she was standing when I feel il love with her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I hear a lot of people talk about how kinds are to “immature and inexperienced” to know what love is at that age, but their opinions can rot for all I care, because in my heart, even at 12 years old, I was in love. We ended up at the dance as friends who had no one else to go with, but Terri later explained to me that she couldn’t bring herself to reveal what she felt for me. For us, for me at least, the destruction of this sacred ground meant the destruction of my memories of this place. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Slowly, methodically, we pushed open the door. We dared not to speak, not to say I word to each other, but this was another moment where words were useless. This room was housing our past, our memories, and the memories of thousands of other people. Surely we were not the only ones who could not bear to see this building die, but at that moment in time, me an Terri were the only people on this planet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I heard the door latch behind me, and suddenly I was taking it all in. The damaged gym floor, the basketball hoops lying dismantled on the ground, the stripped walls, it was all so very terrible. My mind overloaded, and my emotions turned on me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Why Terri…why do people have to be so damn awful! Why to people worry more about their political gains and their damn wallets than they do people like us! What the point of caring about anything when you know darn well its going to be taken away from you!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Shouting and swearing and crying and pounding like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum I pounded my fists on the floor. They were talking my memories from me, and they didn’t care. I wanted &lt;i style=""&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; children to walk these halls, I wanted the children of my friends to play in this gym, but instead, those ideas, along with hundreds of years of history was going to be a pile of rubble, and all it was going to take was some jackass with a wrecking ball. I wanted so bad for this building to love, I wanted it to survive, and if I could, I wanted to be inside when they tore it down, I just did not care anymore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Honey…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;In my emotional state, I almost forgot Terri was even there. All I could do was acknowledge her with a head nod. She put her arms around me, and laid her head on my shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“May I have this dance?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;She pointed to the boom box sitting on the floor, and a cleared away spot on the gym floor. My sudden outburst came to an even more sudden end as I started to comprehend what Terri was trying to do. I really didn’t understand why, but Terri wanted a last dance in this place. Maybe she was going to miss this place as much as me, maybe she thought it would grant each other some kind of closure, or maybe it was her romantic side coming out of her as it often did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;In my mind, I was paralleling everything that was happening now with everything that happened all those years ago. We stood in the same place as our final dance; her peach colored dress was replaced with faded jeans and an old ragged shirt she usually saved for her days off. My cloths were not the basic dress cloths bought only hours before that night, but jean shorts and one of my many auto racing shirts. All these thoughts kept stirring up in my mind, then Terri put her arms around me, pulled out a small remote for the boom box and hit the play button&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;All at once, my mind transported back to that time. The rubble on the floor was gone, the damage to the walls was covered by the decorations of the evening, and Terri was her twelve year old beautiful self again. My friends and teachers were all dancing with their sweethearts. Andy the jock was standing alone against the wall, the only kid in the room by himself, and once again I say my friend Randy wink at me as we danced with the girls we loved. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;It was all there, it was all perfect, the song was the same, the memories were the same, the girl was the same, and for the first time that day, as my mind was frolicking in the past, I was actually happy. Nothing on earth could take this moment away from me, or from us. I could tell from the blissful look on my wife’s face that she was enjoying this moment as much as I was. The next thing I knew, the song ended, and I came to the realization that I think Terri was trying to instill in me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I opened my eyes after the dance, and the ruins of the gym once again filled my view. This time though, I felt no anger, I felt no sense of loss, I felt nothing more than a little dusty. It all made sense to me now, and it was suddenly going to be all right. My memories were not here, my memories were not confined to this pile of stone and mortar, and they would not be gone when the building came down! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;There were so many emotions going through my head, and they were all that of self realization and relief. Sure this building housed a lot of history, and sure I had a lot of good memories here, but things inevitably change and evolve with time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Tears once again were swelling my eyes, but for the first time I can remember, they were tears of joy. I could keep my memories, and not a damn thing could take them away from me. There wasn’t a big enough wrecking ball in the world to demolish my cherished moments. And there wasn’t enough dynamite in the country to blow up my past.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Turning to Terri, the love of my life, and with a sense of closure filling my soul, I took her hand and stared into her beautiful brown eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Terri…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Yes dear?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Let’s get out of this dump.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-116313719385189376?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/116313719385189376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=116313719385189376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/116313719385189376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/116313719385189376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-story-for-yall.html' title='Another story for yall,,,'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-116231237912026394</id><published>2006-10-31T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:32:59.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im such a geek</title><content type='html'>OK,,,i figured i would post this cause i am waiting to go to work and i have nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so Dan called me up yesterday and told me that Rocky 6 is going to be in theaters on december 22 (woot!) and came up with a good idea (but not origional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, we are dressing up. Me, personally, im going to be dressing up as rocky from the origional. The good old figerless gloves and dog collar bracelet and rubber ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have everything i need except the gloves ball and ciggerett,,,,allthough i need to find out what brand rocky smoked,,,lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,,,,,,sometimes i think i AM a geek,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-116231237912026394?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/116231237912026394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=116231237912026394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/116231237912026394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/116231237912026394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-such-geek.html' title='Im such a geek'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-115941481384297178</id><published>2006-09-28T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:40:13.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Im sorry i yelled at you</title><content type='html'>OK,,,i have no choice,,,i HAVE to post this,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im at work today,,,and 2 female customers come up to me with a bunch of phone cards. Now phone cards take a bit to ring up,,,(i guess they knew this as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i take the phone card and scan it and swipe it through the register,,,and i look up AND THEY'RE MAKING OUT! (and quite animated making out with the whole groping and everything) And one of our regulars saw this,,,and i saw him see them,,,and we are both trying not to bust out laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i finish with the cards,,,and of course i have to ask if they want anything else,,,,one of the girls pops her head aside and asks for smokes,,,and they start again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i get the smokes,,,they leave holding hands,,,and me and my boss and the other guy in the store just laugh our butts off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought ive seen everything at work,,,turns out i was WAY off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-115941481384297178?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/115941481384297178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=115941481384297178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115941481384297178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115941481384297178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-sorry-i-yelled-at-you.html' title='Im sorry i yelled at you'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-115837409289926845</id><published>2006-09-15T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:34:52.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's your daddy?! GOON'S YOUR DADDY!</title><content type='html'>yet another world famous blog report of Adam being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,,,so here was the story. I did the interview with pepsi the other day. Went ok, really though that it was the route i wanted to go. And then wouldnt ya know it,,,ADAM TURNS INTO STUPID WORRIED CRAZY EMO MESSED UP ADAM AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i really gotta quit doing that. But ANYWAY,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really started to think about the pepsi job,,,and the more i thought, the more it seemed like a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. VERY unreliable hours: Even IF im making 10.70 an hour, it wouldnt help much when the guy told me i am pretty much a sub and would possably get 0 hours a week,,,,yes that IS a 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. The work: Yes, i like manual labor and dont mind doing it,,,but i think a job with nothing but manual labor would get old VERY quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: I love my job at sheetz,,,and i would lose one of the things that i love the most about it,,,the crazyness,,,,i would be driving,,,setting stuff up and driving again. No interaction with anyone,,,(CREDIT: Amy and mom for helping me with that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end,,,the flipping out on my part was pointless anyway cause i didnt actually get the job,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again i appologize to everyone i was venting on and once again thank them for putting up with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(GOON'S YOUR DADDY!!!)&lt;br /&gt;((love that line!))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-115837409289926845?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/115837409289926845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=115837409289926845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115837409289926845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115837409289926845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/09/whos-your-daddy-goons-your-daddy.html' title='Who&apos;s your daddy?! GOON&apos;S YOUR DADDY!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-115817364877361595</id><published>2006-09-13T15:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T15:54:08.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the killer peaches</title><content type='html'>OK,,,so tomorow i have a job interview with Pepsi. Turns out its a job that i can really see myself doing,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hours to start out with will be around the same as i get at sheetz but the pay is MUCh better,,,i think this is going to be a REALLy good thing if on the off chance i get the job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its all 1st shift! And also the guy who put in a good word in for me is a reenactor,,,and he says its not a problem getting most of the time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck,,,im gonna need alot of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-115817364877361595?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/115817364877361595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=115817364877361595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115817364877361595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115817364877361595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/09/attack-of-killer-peaches.html' title='Attack of the killer peaches'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-115797453294179263</id><published>2006-09-11T08:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T08:35:32.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>uumm,,,so im gonna go fix that wall i punched through</title><content type='html'>OK,,,well yesterday was one of my trademark blowing things out of preportion deals. Long sotry short,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Person  parks in handicap  parking spot&lt;br /&gt;B. Adam tells person that she does not have to move but for futrue refrence she is in a handicap placee&lt;br /&gt;C. Person calls Adam's boss and says that Adam told her she "does not know how to read"&lt;br /&gt;D. Adam gets REALLY (and way too) mad&lt;br /&gt;E. Adam vents and comes around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually expecting my boss to say something,,but i think she just kind of shruged it off,,,oh well,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such is the eternal river of life as we swim upstream,,,or,,,,,,,,,,,something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-115797453294179263?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/115797453294179263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=115797453294179263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115797453294179263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115797453294179263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/09/uummso-im-gonna-go-fix-that-wall-i.html' title='uumm,,,so im gonna go fix that wall i punched through'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-115786292463340291</id><published>2006-09-10T01:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:35:24.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>give me a wall to punch through</title><content type='html'>(adam venting,,,i appologize)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever think that sometimes its pointless to be nice to people? I swear to god,,,im just gonna be nasty to people cause it seems like the nicer i am the more i make people mad,,,so does that mean that people will be happy when im nasty to them?! Please,,,give me some kind of hint here cause i did NOT deserve to get a nasty phone call today at work,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,,,OK,,,and to the lady i so deeply offended,,,im sorry i wanted to avoid you getting possably getting a parking ticket,,,im sorry i avoided a handicapt person possably getting hurt trying to climb the curb with a wheelchair...im sorry i tried to make you walk another 4 feet farther than you would have,,,im sorry i would havee made you burn 3 seconds worth of gas,,,lets see,,,how else am i such a horrable person,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,,and to the other guy i offended,,,im sorry i did not let you jump ahead in line while you were standing in a place that said "REGESTER CLOSED" for apparently no reason,,,im sorry i hurt you so deeply you chose to throw your money at me and half of it went on the floor,,,or did that somehow offend your fragile person as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ggrr,,,i need a drink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-115786292463340291?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/115786292463340291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=115786292463340291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115786292463340291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115786292463340291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/09/give-me-wall-to-punch-through.html' title='give me a wall to punch through'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-115551370447881407</id><published>2006-08-13T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:01:44.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep</title><content type='html'>Taken from the Edguy Website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another frequently                       asked question is “When is Avantasia part 3 coming out?”                       Again: I won’t continue the story as it is over! But                       I started working on something that is gonna deserve to go                       by the name of Avantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-115551370447881407?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/115551370447881407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=115551370447881407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115551370447881407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115551370447881407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/08/yep.html' title='Yep'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-115456357353161630</id><published>2006-08-02T21:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:06:13.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PINCHZILLA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5641/887/1600/untitled.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5641/887/320/untitled.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-115456357353161630?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/115456357353161630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=115456357353161630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115456357353161630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115456357353161630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/08/pinchzilla.html' title='PINCHZILLA!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-115405909296656144</id><published>2006-07-28T00:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:58:12.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'>He warned us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.westportnow.com/archives/grimreaper05270403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Ok,,,so we start off last night. My shift was a longer than usual 9PM-6AM,,,and of course in my infinate wisdom i neglected to sleep before hand and opted to hang out with Tracey and Cheryl and eat chinese food and watch Pince Of Egypt,,,i think i made the right choice,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,,,while at work i was talking to a girl who goes to a hir cut type school. I light bulb pops into my head "CHEEP HAIRCUUT!" So after my shift ended at 6,,,i fell asleep at 7ish,,,woke up at 10 and went for my cheep haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note,,,this is the first time i have exceptionally "liked" a haircut,,,i may just have to keep having it done this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue,,,right after the haircut,,,it was off to the Jaffa Mosque to give 2 pints of blood to anyone who could use some good old A-Negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got home around 2ish and sleped untill 4ish,,,at which point a guy i work with calls me and wants to know if i want to play some basketball,,,and of course a night out is a night out,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after playing for several hours,,,i am sitting here,,,AMAZINGLY TIRED,,,like,,,dizzy tired,,,so im gonna sleep now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-115344830093220450?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/115344830093220450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=115344830093220450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115344830093220450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115344830093220450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/07/ill-have-time-to-be-stiff-when-im-dead.html' title='Ill have time to be stiff when im dead'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-115220421026957667</id><published>2006-07-06T13:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T13:43:30.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looks like my brother is a lost cause,,,(cue song lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be different now, if you'd only say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;But your too weak to try,&lt;br /&gt;Things won't change, till you open up your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so blind   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-115220421026957667?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-115034421751771011</id><published>2006-06-15T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:41:19.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Are centaurs infantry or cavalry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-115034421751771011?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/115034421751771011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=115034421751771011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115034421751771011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/115034421751771011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/06/are-centaurs-infantry-or-cavalry.html' title='Are centaurs infantry or cavalry?'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-115016823847308348</id><published>2006-06-13T00:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:10:38.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>With or without the facepaint,,,</title><content type='html'>I would like to dispel the following rumors regarding the reasons I have not updated this website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I did not die in a tragic flower-related accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: I am not secretly selling the site to the Vermont Mafia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: I am not the Kane Imposter on WWE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: I have not been abducted by Al Gore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: MySpace has not bought the rights to this website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: I was not murdered by "hardcore reenactors" for wearing non-period underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:  I am not on a secret airplane ride to rid my acrophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: I did not get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: I did not get a job as the spokesperson for Old Bedford Village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: I did not win the lottery, move to china and spend it all on finger traps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possible update soon,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-114792945851744707</id><published>2006-05-18T02:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T02:17:38.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>This is SPinal Tap</title><content type='html'>The following was written last night,,,if  you feel inclied to do so, give it a read and tell me what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The Story Of Ted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“You mean it’s not free yet?” This pretty much became a running gag between me and the kid on the other end of the counter as I pulled out eighty-nine cents for what seemed like the thousandth coffee I had bought at this place. He gave me his usual smart-ass response, something about employees getting free gasoline, which illustrated the chance of me getting free coffee. I told him to keep the change, being that you can’t even get a gulp of water for 11 cents, unless you enjoy the taste of free gas station quality tap water. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I started my shift that day at the usual 11 PM as per what was told to me by my supervisor the day I was assigned to this deal. I usually prefer working day shifts, but jobs that I was being given had been few and far between lately, so I jumped at the chance at this one. I still think it was quite pointless for me to be there, being that it was about 3 weeks ago that the store was held up at knife point by some thug in a Richard Nixon mask of all things. The loss of an overwhelming $81 was enough to make the company guys want a security guard at the store for the next 2 months, which of course meant that I had to spend my daylight time sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Security was my winter job, I work landscaping during the warmer months, and since the snowplowing racket was already over bloated, I fell into the security gig. Both jobs were quite up my alley, being that I’m very much a “dinner for one” type of guy. Most of my friends from high school and my amazing 7 week college stint had slowly but surely severed their ties with me, and in the 25 years of my awkward existence I only had one serous romance in my life. The pathetic thing about that was that it was my senior year in high school, and to put it into racing terms, while it seemed like my whole graduating class was going be celebrating in the winners circle that night, my night was one big long lousy pit stop. After Elaine, I had a fling here or there, and the occasional “wink wink,” but that’s about the extent of it. Like all red blooded Americans I have my casual acquaintances, and of course my drinking and poker buddies, but deep friendship and a steady girlfriend was not something that I had at this point in my life.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Oh Damn!” I looked up as the kid behind the counter glared out the window at the massive amounts of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; quality snow came falling down. I figured as much, the weather guy on channel 10 said something about “the blizzard of the century” or something equally over exaggerating. Jeff, which was his name by the way, had said about how the custom of this city before blizzards was to load up on bread milk cigarettes and toilet paper before blizzards. After that big cattle drive of people, the whole city seemed to just shut down like a town under quarantine. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Well at least ill be able to get everything done for a change.” &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;That was typical Jeff right there. He had am amazing work ethic that I could never parallel even if I wanted to. He put 300% into everything he did, and it showed in his work. His floors were mopped to perfection, his coffee pots were spotless, and he did it all with a big youthful smile on his face. Most nights he spent talking about his day at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Penn&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;State&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Altoona&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, where he pulled in every A and was in every group, club and committee he could possibly be in. When he wasn’t talking about school, he was talking about his girl Diane. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but he seemed to loose a little of his flair when he talked about her lately. Apparently he had the same problem I had with Elaine, in that our girl’s wanted us to use that magical L word. What is it about that word that makes people nuts? I swear, I don’t think people should be able to use that word until they are 21.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;With a sip on my coffee I wandered around to the other side of the store where the other night shifter was hard at work stocking the milk cooler. She was fighting back tears for the same reason she did every night at about this time. Since the music system was on a loop, the same song played at the same time every night, and at exactly 11:47 PM that tune was a Gordon Lightfoot’s “&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Carefree Highway&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;.” She explained to me one night that at her husband’s funeral he had it written in his will that the music played be picked my him, and this was the song playing the very last time she saw her husband. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I always felt sorry for “Bit,” as everyone called her. I think her real name was Betty, but don’t quote me on that one. She always struck me as a woman who was dealt a bad hand in life. She got pregnant as a teenager, and the bastard of a father ran off when he found out she was pregnant. She never wet to college or had many friends, and now at the twilight of her life she was working 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; shift at some gas station just so she could have some contact with people and possibly make a new friend or two. I sometimes ask God why he does things, and taking “Bit’s” main reason for living was at the top of that list.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I walked by her pretending not to notice her crying as I gave her a hello nod. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the row of soda she was placing on the shelf was a week outdated. Then again, it’s not like anyone would notice anyway, as the only people who bought that particular soft drink were out-of-towners who couldn’t find it anywhere else. I glanced up at Jeff who had seen her crying as well and he shook his head sympathetically. Jeff had a good heart, on the off chance I ever have kids I hope they end up as caring, kind and generous as Jeff. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I took a few more idle walks around the store before I leaned up against the wall next to the women’s room. I found out that this would sometimes cause amusement when girls, drunk off their rocker of course, would hit on me or ask me for my phone number or some other “odd” requests. That most likely would not be happening this night because the snow had already started to significantly pile up, and what kind of idiot would go out drinking in this weather on a Tuesday night of all things.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Ted, TED!” I jumped when a handful of sugar packets struck my face. Jeff and his partner-in-third shift “Bit” were standing there laughing their faces off at an unsuspecting me. Obviously I had spaced out or fell asleep stand up because it was now 2:13 AM. I knew that even without looking at the clock because John Mellencamp’s “Pink Houses” was on the sound system. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“God forbid the robber was quiet or that would be another $81 down the drain!” “Bit” was still laughing, more so now fueled by Jeff’s trademark smart-alecky wit. I smiled and shot back with “Maybe I would get lucky and it would be a robbery and a kidnapping!” &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Bit” was almost on the floor laughing by the time me and Jeff had finished with our word war, which lasted about another twenty minutes or so. Jeff went back to his duties, as did “Bit,” while I got a fresh cup of coffee from the pot. A paced some more trying to keep alert, when one of the best parts of my day came at its regular time of 3:13 AM. At that moment, every night as sure as basset hounds are ugly, the convenience store music gods smiled on us and, as the tradition seemed to be now, the three of us yelled “JOURNEY!!!” &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Jeff would play mop guitar, “Bit’ would pull out her trusty hair brush microphone and give us a rousing “Any Way you Want It, That’s The Way You Need It,” and I&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;would play the coffee counter complete with wood coffee mixer drumsticks. “Bit” especially loved our little ritual. She one told me she sang in high school every chance she got and won talent show after talent show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think maybe she liked this part of her day more then she lead on, but I wasn’t going to pry. Besides, she still had a darn good voice and could pull off a great vocal performance every night wheatear we had customers in the store or not!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Like all thinks, the song ended, leaving us in the usual giddy mood that lasted all night. The song after it was some clichéd country-western song called “Dat Dang Dawg Done Died Doday, Dang It” or something to that nature, which was the cue for us to get back to our dignified and professional selves that we were being paid to be.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;The next tune that came on was one that brought every emotion known to man into my head. The world famous Lonestar song “Amazed.” This was the first song that me and Elaine danced to and it was the song on my car radio the day she dumped me. Funny thing is I never felt sadness when I heard the song anymore. The song mainly made me think of what she did after our breakup. The way she called once every few months saying how much she missed me, the way the only time she did ask to see me was when she needed a glorified taxi, and the way she dumped me on my birthday of all things. My feelings for her now are nothing more than amusement. I laugh inside at our monthly phone calls where our “conversation,” other than the junk about her missing me, was her gabbing about her problems and me watching wrestling saying “yeah, uh-huh, yeah” and me hanging up happy that I don’t have to hear from her for a month or so. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I felt myself get this evil grin on my face as the song came to an end, once again feeling that if the choice were Elaine or being single forever, well, lest just say I wont be buying “His and Hers” stuff anytime soon. And yet, this night, it would not be the only time I think of her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;4:11 AM came in to its usual song, that being The Eagle’s “Hotel California.” I took my last sip of my fourth coffee of the night when the door dinger dang and the whopping 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; customer of the night came in. I paid no attention to the person when a familiar voice quietly spoke out, “Ted?”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I looked up, praying to God and Buddha and Vishnu and all those guys that the voice didn’t belong to…oh crap, it did. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“HI TED!” Elaine flung her arms around me and for some bizarre reason gave me a kiss on the mouth, even though the guy with her, obviously her boyfriend, was right there with his back to us buying some cancer sticks. The only girl I ever loved has just kissed me and I was actually angry, as if to think “how dare you!” I looked at her for a second, and the girl I loved was now so much different then the days of old. Her eyes were as lovelyl as ever, but the similarities ended there. The modest clothes were replaced by something that looked like a stripper’s Halloween costume, her silky skin defaced by at least a dozen piercing and tattoos, and her arms had the trademark signs of a drug user. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“So how have you been?” She cheerfully asked as if she actually cared. I gave her the usual “I’m doing good” type answer, refusing to let myself gets drawn in by her. However, I never got that chance. About 26 seconds after she came into the store and while I was in mid sentence, she blurted out “Well I should go back with my boyfriend now, see you later honey!” She walked out with her boyfriend, leaving me in a state of complete shock and awe, trying to figure out what just happened. Then I could not help but laugh. Jeff and “Bit” just stood there wondering who this girl was who kissed their security guard. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Who in the heck was that thing?” Jeff asked in a half laugh half shock. Turning to him, the only answer I could think of was “I used to date that.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;‘That was the world famous Elaine you told us about?” “Bit” said with a sarcastic grin. I was still laughing so I just gave her an affirmative nod. They looked at each other and turned back to me, saying in complete unison as if it was rehearsed, “You gotta get yourself a gal mate.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;The rest of the night passed with one Elaine joke after another. At 6 o’clock I said my goodbyes to “Bit” and Jeff who still were getting amusement out of Elaine, and would most likely not stop until their shift ended an hour later when Shania Twain made her way on to the radio. “Catch you later!” Jeff yelled as I walked to my car through the freshly plowed snow. I was pleasantly&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;surprised to see I would not have to clear any snow away from around my car as the plow guy got close enough where I could just kick it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Need a hand?” I choked out suddenly getting amazingly nervous. She stood up and I was taken back by what I saw. I always thought to myself that there was a big difference between being “Beautiful” and being “Pretty,” and I would take pretty over beautiful any way. This girl took “pretty’ to a whole new level, giving me a chill that the sub-zero morning had nothing to do with. She looked at me with a pair of forest green eyes and answered “Well, what kind of lady would I be to turn down help from a handsome stranger such as you?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-114792945851744707?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/114792945851744707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=114792945851744707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114792945851744707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114792945851744707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-spinal-tap.html' title='This is SPinal Tap'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-114714557469528149</id><published>2006-05-09T00:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:27:45.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>This my friends, is a shoot</title><content type='html'>So it looks like my back likes me again. Ive pretty much stopped taking my pain killers and other than a little stiffness, it dosent hurt at all. It didnt even hurt after giving it a good workout the other night at work. So one can assume i am quite happy that my back likes me again,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-114714557469528149?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/114714557469528149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=114714557469528149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114714557469528149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114714557469528149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-my-friends-is-shoot.html' title='This my friends, is a shoot'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-114688432484576966</id><published>2006-05-05T23:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:02:43.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>moo</title><content type='html'>Well i guess i should put down that i spend thursday night in the hospital. Woke up that morning with a little pain in my back, then 7 oclock came and i wasent able to stand or sit or walk or nothing without being in a heck of alot of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i spent 6 hours in the emergency room in probably the most pain i can remember ever being in, and if course that means i had to call off work, which didnt make me to happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But long story short, i muscles in my back and shoulder are sprained, and so now im on pain killers and muscle relaxers, which of course make me extremely tired,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats about it,,,im gonna hit the bed before i fall sleep in front of the computer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-114688432484576966?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/114688432484576966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=114688432484576966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114688432484576966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114688432484576966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/05/moo.html' title='moo'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-114645059386653027</id><published>2006-04-30T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:29:53.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Brian and so is my wife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;pre&gt;Cheer up, Brian.  You know what they say.&lt;br /&gt;Some things in life are bad,&lt;br /&gt;They can really make you mad.&lt;br /&gt;Other things just make you swear and curse.&lt;br /&gt;When you're chewing on life's gristle,&lt;br /&gt;Don't grumble, give a wistle!&lt;br /&gt;And this'll help things turn out for the best...&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the music fades into the song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...always look on the bright side of life!&lt;br /&gt;(whistle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always look on the bright side of life...&lt;br /&gt;If life seems jolly rotten,&lt;br /&gt;There's something you've forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling in the dumps,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be silly chumps,&lt;br /&gt;Just purse your lips and whistle -- that's the thing!&lt;br /&gt;And... always look on the bright side of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(whistle)&lt;br /&gt;Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(other start to join in)&lt;br /&gt;Always look on the bright side of life...&lt;br /&gt;(whistle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For life is quite absurd,&lt;br /&gt;And death's the final word.&lt;br /&gt;You must always face the curtain with a bow!&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your sin -- give the audience a grin,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it -- it's the last chance anyhow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So always look on the bright side of death!&lt;br /&gt;Just before you draw your terminal breath.&lt;br /&gt;Life's a piece of shit,&lt;br /&gt;When you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true,&lt;br /&gt;You'll see it's all a show,&lt;br /&gt;Keep 'em laughing as you go.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that the last laugh is on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always look on the bright side of life...&lt;br /&gt;(whistle)&lt;br /&gt;Always look on the bright side of life&lt;br /&gt;(whistle)&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-114645059386653027?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/114645059386653027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=114645059386653027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114645059386653027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114645059386653027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-brian-and-so-is-my-wife.html' title='I&apos;m Brian and so is my wife!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-114550897053794729</id><published>2006-04-20T01:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:58:47.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You score when you turn 20 (get it?)</title><content type='html'>Well everyone, I have just returned from the scene of the crime, AKA, Work. Turns out that last night at about 1 AM some guy with a knife decided that he needed the money in the store more than we did, so he of course acted on this. I kinda figured we would get robbed at one point, im just glad I wasn't at work when we did. Good news is that the people who were working that night are fine, the idiot didn't hurt either one of them, which is all that really matters. Of course we had customers doing the whole "im a tough guy I would have kicked the guy's butt and not given him anything" act, but I find that pitiful,,,cause unless you know what its like, you wont be able to say what you would do. The funniest comment about it though was a guy who said "We need to be packin` a glock up undauntedly hea" (and I spelled it they way he said it). I couldn't help but laugh at that comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, im really leaning towards going back to school at this point, I need to get the ball rolling though, and of course my own insecurities of "what if" are still keeping me from doing so, but for whatever its worth, I think im a bit closer now,,,(got, I wish I could just do what I say I want to do without arguing with myself 24/7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack and to my dismay I have to return it for one that doesn't freeking skip like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is now apparently a professional wrestler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how much a long level headed talk does for me sometimes,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Island was a good movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I worked with Chris and of course the single topic of conversation was why Adam needs a girlfriend. (looking back at other posts,,,,anyone else seeing a pattern)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog has no bones in her neck,,,I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, anyone not get my title?! I was thinking, 20 years = a score right? SSSOOO, does that mean that everyone SCORES on their 20th Birthday!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think im gonna go up to the big nest in the middle of my room,,,,gotta work 1-6 tomorrow,,,strange shift, I know,,,but hey,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who are gonna go nuts cause I work 3rd shift and we just got held up at the time im usually at work, for the next month we are gonna have an armed security guy at the store,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go to the gig on Friday! And I must say that I would LOVE to have Mr. Myers play Bass Drum on the thing we are doing on Frog In The Well,,,nothing against Mrs. Myers of course, but it sounds so freeking awesome when it is played properly. HORRAY FOR BIG SNARE DRUM SOLOS! (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am off to bed to dream about stuff,,,last nights dreams kept having something to do with our cottage,,,,dunno why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-114550897053794729?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/114550897053794729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=114550897053794729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114550897053794729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114550897053794729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-score-when-you-turn-20-get-it.html' title='You score when you turn 20 (get it?)'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-114542415095220878</id><published>2006-04-19T02:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T02:22:30.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5641/887/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5641/887/1600/untitled.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-114542415095220878?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/114542415095220878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=114542415095220878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114542415095220878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114542415095220878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-ask.html' title='Don&apos;t Ask'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-114520204073476913</id><published>2006-04-16T12:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T12:40:40.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>Figired ide wish everyone a happy easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what ya think of the new look!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-114520204073476913?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/114520204073476913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=114520204073476913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114520204073476913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114520204073476913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-114506440859959321</id><published>2006-04-14T22:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:39:13.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'>That has GOT to be Kane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the following was stolen,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h1 align="center"&gt;You Might Be a Reenactor If...... &lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;You've ever been chased out of a UDC meeting for "spreading lies about our glorious forefathers!" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping outside in the rain and mud is your idea of a fun Saturday night. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can identify a regiment by the curses heard from their camp.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't sing without a mug of something in your hand. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can spot 100% wool at 30 yards. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have ever spent over 300 dollars on clothes that went out of style over 135 years ago. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have ever replayed &lt;i&gt;Gettysburg&lt;/i&gt; 25 times in a row just to get a glimpse of your foot in the left-hand corner of the screen. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've ever uttered the phrase "only 68 more days 'til (pick an event)!" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've ever fondled your musket lovingly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your employer says: "Oh are you going out to play that war crap again?" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your dinner guests see one of your uniforms and exclaim "Are you in a theatre production" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your neighbor's dog is barking due to the high frequency pitch of the fifes playing in your back yard. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've stockpiled lots of candles by the back door as a reminder not to forget them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You travel over 2000 miles to sleep in tent, at a historic site &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy mexican chocolate by the case &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Used your rifle-musket to kill something to eat. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Name and have slept with your rifle-musket. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put on your "Real" clothes just to look at yourself in the mirror  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't participate in games that encourage the throwing away of your weapon  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You drive by some open land and think "What a great place for a reenactment!" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For Men:  You wonder how a lady would look in a 1860's period dress &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've bought or made lead dice. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know by heart the lines to: &lt;i&gt;Zulu, Zulu Dawn, The Four Feathers&lt;/i&gt;, and ANY Monty Python skit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've worn wool when the temperature tops 100 degrees Fahrenheit, repeatedly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You and your spouse are in direct competition over who gets to wear more plumes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've been hit by cap fragments, pulled off ticks, been infested by chiggers, gotten poison ivy, and still look forward to camping out every time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are a couple of cannon balls on stairs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your house needs a coat of paint. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At holidays ,half the bowls and cups on the dinner table are or tin. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are two or three muskets stacked in the parlor corner. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You laugh at things that others don't find funny. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are half completed sewing projects decorating the parlor furniture. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've made a career decision based on its impact on your weekends &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've made a vehicle purchase decision based on how well it accommodates your kit and gets into and out of lost fields &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your neighbors talk about how your house smells of rotten eggs on Mondays &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On Monday your business associates comment on the funny tan/sunburn line that ends at the hatline &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one will attend a war movie/historical costume drama with you &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You appreciate "Monty Python" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your reenacting wardrobe is more valuable than your business attire &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your $20,000 car sits out in the weather so your $200 tent can stay in the garage &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have more reenacting shoes than 20th century shoes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You spend more on a pair of reenacting shoes than on your "dress" shoes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You earn a good salary, but are always broke &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your mailman stays confused (what the heck rank are you in the Reserves anyway?) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your kids can correct their history teachers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You own real books &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You fly strange flags &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your vanity tag gets lots of comment (1st NH; 2SC) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your freezer is full of candles (makes 'em burn longer - really!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're on PETA's hit list (we love animals; we eat them ) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have more closet space devoted to uniforms than "real" clothes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get the "flux" on the way back home &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the middle of summer, you dread wearing a short sleeved shirt in your air conditioned office, while you can't wait to get to the next event, where you can dress in a long sleeved shirt, with a vest, wool coat, hat, and carry around 40 or 50 pounds of bulky gear on your back, while firing away with your musket, and then relaxing next to your cookfire. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have ever been asked at a gas station if you are Amish &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have ever assessed roadkill as lunchmeat potential &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You win Halloween costume competitions - hands down &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you answered any or all of the following questions from the public: &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;        Is that a real fire? &lt;/p&gt; Is that a real baby? &lt;p&gt;Is that real food and do you eat it? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did you sleep here last night? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you sleep in that? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is that a real sword? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can that gun shoot? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you use real bullets? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aren't you hot in that uniform? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you get wet if it rains? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What did they use for toilet paper? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don't forget:  Are you from the North or the South? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Asked by a kid after a battle:  "Did you really die?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-114506440859959321?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/114506440859959321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=114506440859959321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114506440859959321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114506440859959321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/04/that-has-got-to-be-kane.html' title='That has GOT to be Kane!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-114451689347577741</id><published>2006-04-08T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T14:21:33.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'>912?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wwe.com/content/media/images/309846/375330/2006/20060403_vinceshane_hbk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.wwe.com/content/media/images/309846/375330/2006/20060403_vinceshane_hbk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post this out of total ammusement and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,,,this past monday was the first time in a while i watched wrestling. They announced a match for the next pay per view that at first i thought was a joke,,,,but,,,umm,,,see for yourself (be sure to read the actual match at the bottom of the pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,,,,wrestling is really starting to get,,,strange&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-114451689347577741?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/114451689347577741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=114451689347577741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114451689347577741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114451689347577741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/04/912.html' title='912?'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-114361534684173732</id><published>2006-03-29T02:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T03:00:24.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabuki</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone, I come to you at about 1:30 AM and for some reason im sitting at home wide awake. Ususallly when im awake at this hour im out with someone or lying in bed trying to sleep, but I don't know how easy sleep is going to come tonight. I really got ALOT on my mind, the whole job thing that im sure everyone is sick of hearing about. However there was one job in the paper that kind of caught my attention, it was a teaching job for a CMA. I really dont know exactly what a CMA would be able to credibly teach, but im gonna send an application in cause it sparked my attention. However i think ive been able to get my options pretty well outlined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I stay at sheetz. Take the shift supervisor test and learn how to make food. Supervisors make good money and I can advance further there. I like the job, but the problem is that I dont know if ill like it years down the road. And anyone who looks at sheetz as a lesser form of work, well,,,IM sorry but you are dead wrong. I work my butt off there for a job I like to do and for some reason am quite proud of, and if people cant respect that, well I guess thats tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Go for the M.A thing one more time: I went to school for it, I know the job. Problem is im not sure if I want to get into it again, ive been extremely let down the last 2 times, what says it wont happen again, but then again, or maybe if I actually get a GOOD job where they keep me or dont treat me like yesterdays garbage then it may work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Go back to school: OK,,,this is really up in the air. Parts of me want to go to school, but I have no clue where or for what, but I would love to go back,,,but will I love it when im ankle deep in school work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,,,im still thinking this through,,,but for some reason I cant seem to get it out of my head tonight,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the 46th is coming along nice. We got a new song called "The C,B &amp; Q railroad" which really moves and potential to become a 46th mainstay,,,right up there with "The Mermaid." God I can't wait to go reenacting this year, but as for right now a Saturday trip to Gettysburg will do me good to wet my appetite (and im sorry Amy if im bugging you talking about it alot,,,but hey,,,WOOT to random trips to Gettysburg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter alot of ideas bouncing around in my head, I finally started something new in my little blue notebook. (And on my Alter blog "Passing From yesterday") I know where I want the story to go,,,but I dont know how im gonna get it there. Kinda funny though,,,I actually had a dream where I was the guy in the story, which was kinda odd,,,but the thing on Passing from Yesterday is only the beginning theres more to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Star Wars D &amp;amp; D,,,where Kurgan The Wookiee almost died,,,but in the end he was just in horrible pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are catsitting this week. Don's girlfriend needs a place to hide Sammy the car for a few days, so she is in the open arms of the Hughes Household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill try to update more often then the past few times,,,but until then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-114361534684173732?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/114361534684173732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=114361534684173732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114361534684173732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114361534684173732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/03/kabuki.html' title='Kabuki'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-114288936274814502</id><published>2006-03-20T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:16:02.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To the loyal readers or Adam's Silent Scream</title><content type='html'>To the readers of Adam's Silent Scream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my attention that there have been one or more posts on this website that have been called into question. Be rest assured that we at Adam's Silent Scream Inc. do not always agree with the opinion(s) of our writer Adam Hughes, and that we have called into question our decision to give him free range of our fare website. Therefore, we wish to make the following correction(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the post entitled "Paul Simon isn't Dead Is He" that was posted on 2/16/06, we would like to recant any and all statements regarding Valentines Day. It has come to our attention that Mr. Hughes has once again been exaggerating beyond that of normal and acceptable levels. We must point out that we apologize for such behavior and that we do not condone such actions. We hereby issue the apologies to the following person(s) for our writer's ignorance of any mention on such post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Listed in alphabetical order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracey D. Baker&lt;br /&gt;Amy S. Dodson&lt;br /&gt;Dan I. Holzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hughes' writing on said post shall not go undisciplined. We will make sure that he will be held responsible for any and all anguish caused by his post, and we hope that you will not abandon reading out website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rusty Shackleford, Resident and C.E.O of Adam's Silent Scream Inc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-114288936274814502?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/114288936274814502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=114288936274814502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114288936274814502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114288936274814502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-loyal-readers-or-adams-silent.html' title='To the loyal readers or Adam&apos;s Silent Scream'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-114205275161244386</id><published>2006-03-11T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:52:31.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The ONLY blog that goes to 11!</title><content type='html'>Well I gotta say that the past few days have been quite nice. Its been about a week now since ive quit the Dr's office and I gotta say im a happier guy for it. Im not a big tangles pile of nerves anymore. (well,,no more than I was before I had the job,,,,you get my point!) Anyhow, im still up in the air as to where I go from here. The college thing is a big option and I really don't want to get into it unless im like %3000 sure I want to do it, but I gotta say that im finally realizing that I have a lot more time then im giving myself credit for. But at his point ive come as far as to the conclusion that no matter where I go from here, im much better off out of Dr. Zavahir's office, apart from my own feelings on the matter and what the job did to me, ive talked to people (including other doctors and CLN instructors) who said that the guy is a complete (insert not nice word here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG STORY SHORT: Im in good spirits with my current situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Amy's gonna be back from the DR soon and Tracey's home Monday, and Dan's home. So that's kinda good that my good friends are home for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last bit I kinda figured I would pass along:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have one of those nights where you have REALLY screwed up dreams? Well the first one I had was a dream that felt amazingly real,,,,and it was a dream about not being able to sleep. It was like,,,I was getting on the computer and watching a movie and all the stuff I do when I cant sleep. Well, then the house got broken into by some guy I went to junior high school with, which was kind of a cue that was dreaming. Then the NEXT one (quite odd I remember 2 dreams in one night) was strange cause it had to do with something ive been meaning to start to write. See,,,ive had this story in my head ive been meaning to put on paper,,,,and the dram tied in with it. Odd stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well kids im sure you have better things to do, so ill let you go,,,take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Fight Good Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-114205275161244386?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/114205275161244386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=114205275161244386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114205275161244386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114205275161244386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/03/only-blog-that-goes-to-11.html' title='The ONLY blog that goes to 11!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-114098815560363950</id><published>2006-02-26T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:09:15.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Star Frog Splash</title><content type='html'>God is'nt this ironic, on this day last year i started this little blog of mine. Now it has come to pass that i am at a rather big juncton in my life right now. Actually, the reason i havent updated this in a long time is because of what has been going on in my head the past few weeks. I guess i should start at the beginning, if you think me decision is wrong then go ahead and leave a comment telling me why, im open to criticism, but i feel right now that this is the right thing to do for me right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ive been working at Doctor Zavahir's office now for i think 4 weeks, (at this point im sure you know where this is going) Well i started out on it enjoying it, i was doing what i was trained for and i really thought that i was goona be happy. Well folks life had a bad habbit of kicking you in the face when you feel invincable. The past week or so the job seemd like it was getting full of holes, i wasent as happy, i was taking my anguish home with me every day, i was not who i normally am and i did'nt realize it untill i was told my my family. Then this past thursday the crap really hit the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna spare you the detales cause it would make this long story even longer, but it went like this: I made a mistake at the doctors office. This mistake was cought by the doctor and was fixable and not an expensive mistake eather. However the doctor did not see it this way apparently. I admit, I was the one who screwed up, i was the one who made the mistake, but i do not this that i deserved to be called an idiot in front of a patient and then 2 more times in the back office within the next 10 minutes. Well this really put me in a bad way. I know i shouldnt let being called names bother me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently that woke something up in me. After friday, which consisted of the usually belittlement by the Doctor, i came hone in a bad way. I didnt know where the hecki was or where i was going or even what i was thinking. I still dont know that at this point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after talking it over with alot of people and geting alot out on the open and alot off my chest i came to the following conslusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna walk away from the Dr's office. Reasons being that it has made me more misrable than i have ever been in my life, causing me to be so freeking messed up that it was actually scaring my friends and family. That and my job is more of a glorafied medical secratary than an M.A. the pay is only 5.75 and for a job that is making so much go wrong in my mind i think its worth walking away from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im goona stay at sheetz for now, i need to talk to some people bu t i think im gonna go back to school,,,possable PSU or something more traditional than CLN and get a degree. Im not sure for what though. Im gonna take some time and figure that out for myself. I really hope that i dont alianate myself from the rest of my fridns for going back to school while they are more than half way through it, but i think that this is best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whoever reads this,,,i would really like an honest to god opinion on what you think of what im doing,,,im taking all i can get right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-114098815560363950?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/114098815560363950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=114098815560363950' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114098815560363950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114098815560363950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/02/5-star-frog-splash.html' title='5 Star Frog Splash'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-114006329440075789</id><published>2006-02-16T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:14:54.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Simon isnt dead is he?</title><content type='html'>WWelcome to the post valentines day post of the silent scream. I must say that my V-Day probably sucked as much as possable. Got a phone call from my ex that got me more P.Oed than i have been in a LLLOONNNGG time. She now says that we didnt work out cause "I was busy and she was busy (trail off) and apparently it had nothing to do with her leaving the area. And for some reason she assured me that her and her boyfriend havent gone farther than me and her did yet. (yes she actually said yet). Find that quite hard to believe since they are living with each other.&lt;br /&gt;And she told me that martin's fired her, and she told Kevin's son who she works with that she quit. Yet another in a long line of conflicting stories and half truths that kind of pock-mark this little story of Adam and Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 46th had begun its new year, we sound really good and everyone seems to be in good spirits as usual. We are working one some neat songs that i think will go over well once we get the kinks out of them. Also we are going to put some songs into the mix that we havent played in a while. (buttermilk hill being my personal favorate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been on a Hammerfall kick lately, dunno why,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a show today about a bunch of ghost hunters going to the mishler and the altoona RR musium. Funny thing is that they got lost and for a brief moment you can actually see my house! WOOT for my home being on the Sci-Fi channel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to transfer some of my stuff ive written at work into my litttle blue notebook. That or ill just staple it in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icould have swore there was something else i was gonna say,,,but go figure,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-114006329440075789?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/114006329440075789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=114006329440075789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114006329440075789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/114006329440075789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/02/paul-simon-isnt-dead-is-he.html' title='Paul Simon isnt dead is he?'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113900395349787509</id><published>2006-02-03T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:59:13.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Were these magic grits?!</title><content type='html'>Well it has been made clear to me that I should have no problem making most of my reenactment this summer. Apparently they really doe off may-augist,,,so looks like once again me being paranoid was just that. What's also good is that it looks like the next month or so im going to have something that resembles a regular schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,,,enough about the job, everyone's probably sick of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been kind of on a spree of writing stuff lately,,,some of it kinda stinks,,,there is a work-in-progress that I have that is coming along well,,,and I put one of the newer ones on the seldom updated &lt;a href="passingfromyesterday.blogspot.com"&gt;Passing From Yesterday. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also fitted that one with a new look which is more fitting and resembles my little blue notebook which is home to most of my writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am REALLY looking forward to this year's round of reenactment. This time last year was a real uncertain time for the 46th PA, and there was some doubt in my mind that it would continue. I gotta say that was one of the happiest phone calls in recent memory that I got on my answering machine telling me that the 46th was having its 1st meeting of the year after a month of inactivity. Of course as fate would have it I worked that day, but I made it a point to let everyone know I was still on board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really cool to is one of my bosses at the office (the physician's assistant) is a history buff and goes to reenactment all the time, even seems to remember us at the world famous Old Bedford village. Needless to say that once we start talking about reenactment it pretty much makes the whole day go alot faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the new Edguy CD yesterday. Im not surprised that one song alone called "Save Me" was worth the price of the CD alone. I heard it once and went for a drive just so I could blast my stereo and jam a bit. Im also looking for the new Twilighting EP that came out, but thats gonna be kinda hard when they arnt that big in their native Finland let alone the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some useless nostalgia-type news,,,we are 25 days removed from Adam's Silent Scream's first birthday! ill have to throw her a party,,,she has been good to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY need a hair cut,,,my freeking bangs are falling into my eyes and its ANNOYING! Maybe I ill just buzz it again,,,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(no,,,not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thats all for now,,,more to come eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113900395349787509?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113900395349787509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113900395349787509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113900395349787509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113900395349787509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/02/were-these-magic-grits.html' title='Were these magic grits?!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113844704619491271</id><published>2006-01-28T07:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T07:17:26.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoot</title><content type='html'>Well i guess im going to be one of the cool kids and post an off the wall IM on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: yello&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44 returned at 10:50:22 PM.&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: yo yo&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: hows it going&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: it goes not bad&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: that's good&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: good,,,killing time before work&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: MURDER&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: OK OK! I CONFESS!!&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: I DID IT,,,AND Im GLAD I DID!&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: IDE DO IT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: *insert 50s style "de plot thickens" music*&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: *runs to Adam's side*&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: Adam, how could you?&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: I thought I knew you&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: *faints theatrically*&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: It's just business baby cakes, he got in the way,,,nobody gets in Adam's way&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: oh Adam, that's so...though and manly&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: wait,,,i thought you just fainted?&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: or are you not who i think you are!!!?&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: I'm made of stronger stuff than that, baby&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: the fainting was an act&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: just business, darling&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: how dare you playe me for the fool! Ill be sure Mr. Big hears of this,,,&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: Mr. Big? Toots, Mr. Big answers to me&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: yo still believe that suggar? DOn;t you realize Mr. big has been using the both of us this whole time&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: funny thing about men, turn their back on the girl, the girl plays you for the fool&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: you only seen what I wanted you to see&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: what can i say,,,i got a soft spot for dames&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: but now that i know who you are there's no reason for me to keep you around&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: keep thinkin, honey&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: it'll get you some bars, three meals a day, if you catch my drift&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: sounds like a sweet deal, but what's in it for you?&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: what's in it for me?&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: you ain't seen it yet?&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: well listen up, sugar&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: it's a man's world out here, case you haven't notice&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: Mr. Big's been gettin some Big ideas, he's not thinkin smart, see?&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: so I think it's time Mr. Big takes a perminant vacation from the business&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: if you read me&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: you dames are all the same, you always want more&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: well, see, a girl might get in trouble in that big, bad world out there&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: so you want me to be your big bad man guard for your new lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: oh no, more than that, darling&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: Mr. Big was a cover, a front man&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: how'd you like this whole damn town to fear you instead&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: *pulls out a cigarett*&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: got a light?&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: sure thing babe&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: *flicks lighter*&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: you seem to forget that this whole town already does fear me, i dont need no stinking cushy chair and big corperate position to realize that&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: that's why mr. Big kept me around, he feared me more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: Mr. Big was a fool, just like every other cat who thought they ran this town&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: you wanna show them, tough guy?&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: you got fear, but you ain't got respect&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: you and me, we can run this whole town&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: sorry babe but there are only two people in the world i trust, one of them is me, the other one isnt you&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: but i can see where working togeather could have some benifit&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: so long as you stay out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: your way, tough guy&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: without me you ain't nothin but some glorified thug&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: i've got connections&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: high connections&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: any borad with a pretty face can get connections&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: yeah, but when that pair of legs got a brain&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: you got a point there babe, but how do i know you're not just using me like you used Mr. Big&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: power don't come without strings, big guy&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: but don't worry, I use my pupets lightly&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: could a poor little woman control you?&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: if i let her&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: but one must follow "The Golden Rule" He WHo has The Gold Makes The Rule"&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: and if being your go-to guy gets me gold then i aint got a problem wit` it&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: do don't worry darling, any partnership would be....lucrative&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: *puffs cigeratte*&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: well it looks like we got ourselfs a deal&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: shall we shake?&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: of course, a man's handshake is his bond&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: and a woman's?&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: well that's where you come in isnt it&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: might be&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: so what do we do now baby cakes&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: looks like we've got some business to take care of with Mr. Big&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: up to it tough guy?&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: im always up to a challange&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: got a ride?&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: of course,,,got my caddy in the alley&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: oh, do know how to impress a girl&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: always have, runs in the family&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: with guy like you, a girl's gonna have to watch out, I can tell&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: *campy 50s climatic music plays as we walk down the stairs out of sight* (cause i gotta get ready for work)&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: THE END?????&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: it was a good ending anyway&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: yeah,,leaves an open end&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: it's a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;Alien Drummer 1: always&lt;br /&gt;Suelu44: :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113844704619491271?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113844704619491271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113844704619491271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113844704619491271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113844704619491271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/01/smoot.html' title='Smoot'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113810634602559689</id><published>2006-01-24T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:39:06.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconceivable!</title><content type='html'>Well I'll do one of these things before i go to work. I really just now realized how much less i sleep now. My typical work day being midnight-7AM then working at the office from 9-5 the working that night at midnight again. OK, its not my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;typical&lt;/span&gt; day, but it happons once in a while,,,im in the middle of one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plus side is that if im not working the 3rd shift sheetz thing i pretty much have the entire day to myself, and some days i dont go into the office untill 1ish. Turth be told i like the way things are going. The 2 job thing i can do for as long as i need. I may cut down my 3rd shifts a bit, but i talked to the doctors and they said that getting off for my civil war stuff shouldnt be a problem! (46 PA returns to practice on the 6th!) Eventually ill move on to a full time CMA job, but for now im :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,,,tired Adam goes to work now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113810634602559689?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113810634602559689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113810634602559689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113810634602559689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113810634602559689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/01/inconceivable.html' title='Inconceivable!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113762970831323706</id><published>2006-01-18T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T20:15:08.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like The Taste</title><content type='html'>WELCOME TO THE GROUND BREAKING 100th POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,,enough of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the job is starting off good. My first day was Monday, which was crazy. See,,,Sunday night of course I barely slept, then I worked 9-4, then I worked that night midnight to 7, then I worked again at the office at 9. And the beauty part was that my 2nd day working there I was doing the job by myself! OH JOY OF JOYS! Actually I don't think I did that bad, we went as busy as we could have been though. And the whole loss of sleep didn't bug me much, I was kept awake my 3rd shift by keeping myself from standing still for longer than 2 seconds and a large dose of Mt. Dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short,,,I think im gonna enjoy my time at Holidaysburg Pediatric,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like im gonna be on the hunt for new reading material. Finished "Half Blood Prince" today and I gotta tell ya,,,weather you like the subject matter or not, its a darn good read. Wont have any new H.P till 2007, so ill have to remember to pick it up when it comes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reenactment season is looming, really looking forward to it. 2005 was a hall-of-fame year for the 46th, i think I had the most fun this year than any of the previous, although last year was cool with the Hunley thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have sworn I had something else to type here,,,but I guess not,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113762970831323706?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113762970831323706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113762970831323706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113762970831323706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113762970831323706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-like-taste.html' title='I Like The Taste'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113721573617053972</id><published>2006-01-14T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T01:15:36.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventh Dawn</title><content type='html'>,,,And I return home from a Martina McBride concert. She's good and all, but lets just say im glad I didn't pay to go. Not my cup of tea musically speaking. i felt that i needed a dose of my own music before I go to bed, and I figured I would rant a bit while I was at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers of this (and whoever "kitten" was) probably already know that I got a job. Its part time and the pay isn't that great, but its experience. And at this point that's what I need the most. Best part is I wont have to kill my hours at sheetz being that im our 3rd shift person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One small note makes me :( though. Got a call from Amy and Tracey and they said that they were planning an excursion to Gettysburg on Monday, and OF COURSE I start the job Monday. As much as I would love a trip to Gettysburg with some of my favorite people in the world, I think calling off my first day would be a mistake. Now if these people could possibly maybe be able to change when they are able to go,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DISCLAIMER: The previous comment is not meant to cause guilt or otherwise major change in anyone's schedule. If it is not possible to pick another day, then im S.O.L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHO,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to Monday. Its its a pediatric place to, so I get to work with kids. WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my music fix is complete thanks to good old Twilightning. All that's left for me to do before bed is to hit the spell check,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113721573617053972?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113721573617053972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113721573617053972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113721573617053972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113721573617053972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/01/seventh-dawn.html' title='Seventh Dawn'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113709772832130010</id><published>2006-01-12T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:28:48.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Joy Joy (nervous as all heck)</title><content type='html'>well i start Monday Morning,,,lets just hope this one lasts longer than 5 weeks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113709772832130010?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113709772832130010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113709772832130010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113709772832130010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113709772832130010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-happy-joy-joy-nervous-as-all.html' title='Happy Happy Joy Joy (nervous as all heck)'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113700103002616061</id><published>2006-01-11T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:37:10.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Aboard</title><content type='html'>Time for another job interview,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113700103002616061?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113700103002616061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113700103002616061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113700103002616061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113700103002616061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-aboard_11.html' title='Welcome Aboard'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113633199540881156</id><published>2006-01-03T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T19:46:35.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SSSSNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE</title><content type='html'>WELOCE TO THE FIRST BLIG POST OF 2006!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert lighting, cheering, explosions etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first of all ide like to wish everyone a happy `06 and all the best to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new years was quite enjoyable. Went to a get togeather at celena's place. Ended up leaving there and went back to Amy's place with Tracey to give her some compony. Ended up looking at some of their pictures. All and all i have a quite enjoyable new years of 2006. Especally since i didnt work untill 10PM that night (3 shift rocks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i need a new year's resolution dont i? Well i actually came up with one that i think im gonna follow. (well,,,2 actually) One is to find a job. And 2 is to kinda take things a little easier this year. It seems like ive clumped 04 and 05 togeather in my head. There were times these past 2 years that i really was flipping out/and/or over reating over stuff. Im gonna try not to do that this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was about this time last year taht i thought that the 46th was doomed. i really had no idea how much that group ment to me untill last year around January/Febuary when my dad explained what was going on. I mean some of the best friends ive ever had i got as a direct result of that group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh god, i got sentimental crap all over my blog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill prbably end up hanging out with Dan some time this week since he goes back to WVU on sunday. Probably do a world famous Family Guy/Little Ceacers night at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess that does it for me. Looks like im gonna go do a little reading before i work tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113633199540881156?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113633199540881156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113633199540881156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113633199540881156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113633199540881156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2006/01/ssssnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake.html' title='SSSSNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113598904840205983</id><published>2005-12-30T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:30:48.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Member of S.P.E.W</title><content type='html'>Well look what we have here, we have a brand spaking new look here! In still in the middle of tinkering with it,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all,,,really no point in this post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113598904840205983?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113598904840205983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113598904840205983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113598904840205983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113598904840205983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/12/proud-member-of-spew.html' title='Proud Member of S.P.E.W'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113556796179251962</id><published>2005-12-25T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:32:41.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventually</title><content type='html'>Well i said i would so something evetually. That last post was cause i needed a new post to mees with while i tinkered with other templates i found online. Obviously they didnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i must first off wish everyone a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; merry christmas&lt;/span&gt; and a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; happy freeking new year&lt;/span&gt;! Christmas was good to me,,,always loved this time of year. That, and i like buying stuff for people, (im not sure why) but this gives me an excuse to. I think my gifts went over well. I just have 3 more to give out then ill be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for right now, im sitting at home waiting to go to work from midnight-6. I probably should have taken a nap today, but hey,,,ill come home and crash as i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i shalll go now,,,think i can get a couple chapters of harry potter in before i go to work. I still say those things are addictive as heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out on` tha Eyzt syEDE! (my lame attempt at ebonics)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113556796179251962?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113556796179251962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113556796179251962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113556796179251962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113556796179251962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/12/eventually.html' title='Eventually'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113539391052845854</id><published>2005-12-23T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:11:50.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>something</title><content type='html'>eventually&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113539391052845854?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113539391052845854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113539391052845854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113539391052845854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113539391052845854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/12/something.html' title='something'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113501316118511291</id><published>2005-12-19T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T13:31:33.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They were earing paste</title><content type='html'>Well i just got back from the T.S.O concert in pitsburgh. I may be a little biast cause it was my first concert and all,,,but,,,MY GOD! It was one heck of a preformace. It completely blew away my expectations and i am going next year ifthey come back NO MATTER WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now that thats out of the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all it was a great show, amazing music and kind of a neet lighting thing during it. (Plus the narrarator playing air guitar) Ended up getting a T-SHirt and a cd called "Bethoven's Last Night." Which i have yet to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well looks like college break has started. Hope ill get a chance to hang with some of you guys before you go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks, gotta go do some christmas shopping and such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,,,and i would feel right unless i posted something like this.,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were right (and you guys know how im talking about) I have started to read Harry Potter and yes i am enjoying it, and most likely in the next few days or so im gonna need to borrow the 4th one off someone  (i never thought i would be saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113501316118511291?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113501316118511291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113501316118511291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113501316118511291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113501316118511291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/12/they-were-earing-paste.html' title='They were earing paste'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113459944892618514</id><published>2005-12-14T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:30:48.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>OK,,,here we go again,,,job interview tomorow at 1:30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113459944892618514?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113459944892618514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113459944892618514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113459944892618514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113459944892618514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113453340640055622</id><published>2005-12-14T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:10:47.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Apparently it took the human race 2005 years to realize that the word “Christmas” is in fact an offensive word. So to make the world a better place, I am reinventing some Christmas main-stays to more acceptable terms&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;1. (The Grinch)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dr Seuss’ Grinch Related &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Holiday&lt;/st1:place&gt; Experience&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;2. (instead of Oh Christmas Tree)“Oh Brightly decorated green house plant. How lovely are thy non-denominational decorations &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;3. (White Christmas) I’m Dreaming of a white possibly significant December 25&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;4. (Charles Dickens’s &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A Christmas Carol)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“A holiday reformation of a British butthead”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;5. (To replace the Christmas catalog) catalog for random special occasions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;6. (A sign that can be put outside stores to help protect them from lawsuits) “SEARS HOLODAY SALE - &lt;span style=""&gt;hol·i·day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: - A day free from work that one may spend at leisure, especially a day on which custom or the law dictates a halting of general business activity to commemorate or celebrate a particular event.)&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;7. (To Replace Christmas cookies) Annual holiday sugary snack treats&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;8. ( To Replace Christmas fruit cake) Fruit and Cake based celebratory desert&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;9. (Christmas lights) Thomas Edison memorial colored light points.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;10. (I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus) “I saw mommy tonguing a bearded stranger&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;11. (Silver bells) ,,,It’s various special events time, in the ccciiitttyyyy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;12. (TV Yule Log) PAX TV fireplace showcase!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;13 (The Movie “A Christmas Story”) Redrider: One child’s venture into the dark world of underground BB gun trade. (Rated R for intense violence, hardcore nudity and gore)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;14. (I’ll be home for Christmas) I have nothing special to be home for, darn it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;15. (Christmas Bonus) Company mandated belief system based cash bonus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;16. (Christmas cactus) Pointy houseplant (what else would it be?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;17. (Christmas Cheer) Seasonal Happiness time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;18. Christmas parades do not need to be cancelled, only relocated to international waters in the middle of the ocean! Just change Santa’s sleigh to an inflatable raft and the reindeer to swordfish.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;19. (Elementary school Christmas play) “Random school celebration in no way affiliated with any specific religion, group, belief or any other form of organized celebration.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;20.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Christmas charity funds) “Have a nice December the 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; fund”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;21. (“,,,and a happy new year) Since not everyone celebrates the “new year” on December 31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; we can say “Happy anniversary of the 365&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; time the sun has circled planet earth”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;22. (Christmas Gift) Brightly wrapped shallow display of caring.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;23. (12 days of Christmas) “The 365(6 on leap year) days of significant days” (it would be a long song but would not exclude anyone)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;24.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Christmas Mistletoe) HOUSEHOLD HOLODAY MAKE-OUT POINT!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;25. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Merry Christmas: Analogy Of A Greeting &lt;/u&gt;This time of year anymore it seems that people make an honest effort to be offended. Being told “Merry Christmas” by a store clerk, for example, is probably the most talked about. Being told “Happy Holidays” is preferred, but far less effective because lord knows that we have so many holidays that you might as well say it every day of the year. The thought of “How dare you wish me a merry Christmas and push your beliefs on me” is absurd. “Merry Christmas” is not a way of saying that the Christian religion is superior and the only religion, but it is a way to covey good feelings of peace and love. People who get offended by “Merry Christmas” may as well not speak to anyone because how dare we assume that English is their spoken language. Sometimes people just need to stop and think. Anymore, Christmas can mean anything this time of year, regardless of a belief system. Do you really want to take away one of the purest feelings of good feelings and love that the human race still has left? To make a tired point, can’t people just be happy that others are happy, even if you don’t agree with the reason. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113453340640055622?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113453340640055622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113453340640055622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113453340640055622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113453340640055622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-december.html' title='Happy December!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113358284346495774</id><published>2005-12-02T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T00:07:23.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in your power, boss me around</title><content type='html'>geez im wound! And not like, hyper wound, im not exactly sure what to call it. But im pretty much doing anything i can to try and quell it a bit. I drummed for about an hour or so, when for a long drive, heck i even did an update for Passing From Yesterday. Not THATS wound for ya. If im this wound tomorow it wont last long, i have to be up at 630ish to pick up amy and go to a parade in lewisburg. Go from lewisburg to old bedford village and play a concert, come back to altoona, work 3rd shift 9-6. Go BACK to old bedford vlllage at 1 for a dinner and cooncert, drive back and work from 8-12 that night. Geez, im tired just typing that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not good news from the aunt suzie front. The appraiser guy called and said the damage is probably close to $3000. And the loner car we got was a pontiac vibe. Kind of a scaled down PT cruesr corssed with a Suberu Outback. Not a bad car, just crappy milage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all i can think of,,,take care yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113358284346495774?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113358284346495774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113358284346495774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113358284346495774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113358284346495774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-in-your-power-boss-me-around.html' title='I am in your power, boss me around'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113329955756575616</id><published>2005-11-29T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:45:59.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bad Carma   (GET IT? CARma!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5641/887/1600/100_0397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5641/887/400/100_0397.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5641/887/1600/100_0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5641/887/400/100_0399.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5641/887/1600/100_0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5641/887/400/100_0398.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="c:Documents%20and%20Settingshughes%20familyMy%20DocumentsMy%20PicturesKodak%20Pictures%C2%805-11-29@_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="c:Documents%20and%20Settingshughes%20familyMy%20DocumentsMy%20PicturesKodak%20Pictures%C2%805-11-29@_0403.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="c:Documents%20and%20Settingshughes%20familyMy%20DocumentsMy%20PicturesKodak%20Pictures%C2%805-11-29@_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="c:Documents%20and%20Settingshughes%20familyMy%20DocumentsMy%20PicturesKodak%20Pictures%C2%805-11-29@_0397.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="c:Documents%20and%20Settingshughes%20familyMy%20DocumentsMy%20PicturesKodak%20Pictures%C2%805-11-29@_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="c:Documents%20and%20Settingshughes%20familyMy%20DocumentsMy%20PicturesKodak%20Pictures%C2%805-11-29@_0399.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after a day like yesterday i kinda figured something like this would happon. See,,,yesterday was a good day. I found out that im NRCMA Certified, FYE and 2 CDs that i wanted and usually they never have. ANd i got my x-mass shopping done (or at least i know what im getting everyone). ANd of course band practice, which is always a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the pictures speak for themselves,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about me and car accidents. Ive been in to of them, and both times the car was PARKED and i was nowhere near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out our Disorderly Corpral, Rick backed into Aunt Suzie with his truc. He is fine, just a little mad at himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well while she is being fixed im driving a lonar around, ill probably be getting taht tomorow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113329955756575616?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113329955756575616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113329955756575616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113329955756575616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113329955756575616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/11/bad-carma-get-it-carma.html' title='bad Carma   (GET IT? CARma!)'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113319836478778017</id><published>2005-11-28T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:19:24.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya see, i plan ahead, that way i don't do anything right now,,,</title><content type='html'>Well i feel that it is my civic duty to post this small bit of news that i found out a few hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the story. I sent an e-mail to CLN asking just what the HECK was going on with my certification test. I mean i know the results take a while, but i the test was at the end of freeking AUGIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i sent the e-mail friday and expected to get a reply today. And i was not dissapointed. I Did indeed get the reply from Sue at CLN. It started that apparently she sent a letter about my results (i guess for some reason it got lost in the mail or something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But long story short, you are now reading the blog of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam Hughes, C.M.A!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113319836478778017?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113319836478778017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113319836478778017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113319836478778017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113319836478778017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/11/ya-see-i-plan-ahead-that-way-i-dont-do.html' title='Ya see, i plan ahead, that way i don&apos;t do anything right now,,,'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113237318520040770</id><published>2005-11-18T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T00:06:25.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So apparently it's wrong to celebrate your birthday on the day you were born?</title><content type='html'>,im just checking in cause for some reason the past few days ive had this tick on my back telling me to write something. So believe it or not if anyone reads it (or THIS for that matter) dont be suprised if Passing From Yesterday gets an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for those who are interested i got a phone call from my ex today. Got me really thinking. We have been appart for over a year now. I can count on one hand how many times we have actually seen each other (and the last time she barely talked to me) and yet she still calls. I really wanttto know exactly whats up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side im not letting her get to me anymore, she messed with my head enough for me to realize that its not worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats my blurb, go away now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113237318520040770?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113237318520040770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113237318520040770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113237318520040770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113237318520040770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-apparently-its-wrong-to-celebrate.html' title='So apparently it&apos;s wrong to celebrate your birthday on the day you were born?'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113182918591396913</id><published>2005-11-12T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T16:59:45.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Bites</title><content type='html'>Don't mind the title, im just listening of Def Lepard at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it looks like i am no-longer a teenager. I guess i have to settle down and become the dignified matture person that is acceptable, P.C, non-offensive and generally a well rounded upstanding man of society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what i can tell 20 feels no more different than 19, heck the last time i felt any older on my birthday was when i was 14! But i have no intention of being any different just cause im not a teenage. SO THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry,,,im quite hyper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these past 20 years have been good to me, but then again i really never expected to love this long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,,,i really dont have anything else worth wile to say,,,so im gonna bring back and old stand by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ADAM'S SILENT SCREAM EVENTUALLY-ANUAL RANDOM TOP 10!&lt;br /&gt;(TTTAAAA DAAAAAAAA) (Insert Ric Flair Music here)&lt;br /&gt;WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: David The Gnome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: B-ROCK 107.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Amy's new place in state college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Being able to drink 8 shots of vadka and not be effected (long sotry involving my ex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: The Longest Yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Route 119&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Amy's brother's buick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;a href="http://us.a1.yahoofs.com/users/41c323e4zcd443140/bf15/__sr_/d9ce.jpg?phY7ldDBowi2MmbC"&gt;One of the very few pictures of myself that i actuallyy like&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Roosevelt Jr. High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: The 46th (still) You guys rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113182918591396913?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113182918591396913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113182918591396913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113182918591396913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113182918591396913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-bites.html' title='Love Bites'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113148140380026997</id><published>2005-11-08T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T16:23:23.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Havent you alwyas wanted a monkey?</title><content type='html'>Well i had a huge blast at guyandotte. The ball and the battles was alot more fun this time around mostly cause there wasent the bickering there was last year between the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does come in handy to have a map, first thing we were able to do was find a much better route there, it only took 2 or 3 roads to get to guyandotte from IUP, which was good. I must also give say i was quite greatfull that we were able to take amy's brother's buick. Im pretty sure we would have not had the room for everything/everyone if we had my or amy's car. Only problem was that the buick has absolutely no pep whatsoever, it was like driving a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all it was a great weekend. Apparently my waltzing is comming along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i got my last paycheck from the Dr.s Office today,,,but thats all the farther im gonna go into that, im really starting to wonder why the heck the got rid of me, and where the heck im gonna find another job&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113148140380026997?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113148140380026997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113148140380026997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113148140380026997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113148140380026997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/11/havent-you-alwyas-wanted-monkey.html' title='Havent you alwyas wanted a monkey?'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113088224744154976</id><published>2005-11-01T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T17:57:27.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Der Critter</title><content type='html'>WARNING: LONG RANT ON THE WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so the job is gone, but for some reason, im not really down, its more like im angry. When i got hired they were telling me about this master plan they had for me, how i was gonna be eventually working in altoona full time having a position with alot of responsability etc etc. Now can someone tell me when that turned into "You were hired on as a temprarary thing that just isnt working out"? And when you fire me, GIVE ME A  FREEKING REASON! Im sorry but when i ask "what exactly am i doing wrong" and being asnwered as "it was just some little things", Does that seem like a bull plop answer or not? And apparently they didnt feel like telling me that when i asked on an allmost DAILY BASIS "is there anything i need to be doing/working on" and just about everything else. Ansywers were always "no, your doing great youre comming along fine yadda yadda" So was it a B.S reason for firing me or were they just lying to me?&lt;br /&gt;s at FYE on myself and sat on my lazy butt all day. Im not gonna let this drag me down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i simply put, back to the job hunt, i did it before and i found one,,,theres one out there somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113088224744154976?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113088224744154976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113088224744154976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113088224744154976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113088224744154976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/11/der-critter.html' title='Der Critter'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113086075803442485</id><published>2005-11-01T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T11:59:18.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>,,,</title><content type='html'>Well, so much for the job,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113086075803442485?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113086075803442485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113086075803442485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113086075803442485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113086075803442485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=',,,'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113060916011789439</id><published>2005-10-29T22:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T23:38:30.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Does a bird i dont know the name of count as a UFO?</title><content type='html'>Well it looks like i am bringing to you another fun filled blog, this one's main topic being that no more than 10 minutes ago i got off the phone with (DUM DUM DDDAAAAAANNNNNNNN) My ex. Really nothing much to the conversation though, one of the highlights being that she was able to save some girl from being mugged by punching the mugger in the back of the head and knocking her out. That and she's "kinda sorta dating someone." But i guess its good to see that she's found a steady place to live, she seems really happy where she is at right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if anyone feels like killing an hour or 2 im gonna be at the Holadaysburg Halloween parade, come and check out another mind blowingly amazing preformace by the greatest band of all time, the 46th PA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the following was typed after the parade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i just got back from the parade/pizza hut with the 46th. Parade went well, we sounded really good and we good a good reaction out of the people, seemed like the parade had a better turn out than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER! I must once again mention my ex. She told me she was going to be in the parade, so of course im wondering if im gonna see her. Well we park right across the street from, you guessed it, a red cross van, (did i forget to mention that she was working for them now?) Well we got geared up and were hanging near the van, and i hear ADAM!! And jenn comes running twards me and wraps her arms around me. ANd instead of ya know,,,holding a conversation with me, or at least asking how i was doing, she says somthing about never seeing me in my uniform and then says "i should go back with my boyfriend now." OK, now this is the same girl who says on her monthly/bi monthly (whatever) phone call and says she missis the time we spent togeather and how we need to start doing stuff, and when she finally gets to see me, she stays for approxamitly 23 seconds. She runs off and im standing there thinking "what the heck just happened?" This may sound cold but she probably didnt stick around cause she didnt have any use for me at the time. Most likely if she ever finds herself with a place to stay or some other situation she cant handle she will give me a call, seems to be the only time we actually see each other (which is fine with me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think im gonna spend a few hours making some ammo, i think ive got over 100 rounds right now (probably alot more though) and im planning on making more, so i should have to show any kind of restraint against the rebels this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone even reads it i updated Passing From Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well looks like im gonna get a can of Mt. Dew, stick on some Ron White and make some ammo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: tube count for this weekend,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;250&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113060916011789439?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113060916011789439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113060916011789439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113060916011789439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113060916011789439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/10/does-bird-i-dont-know-name-of-count-as.html' title='Does a bird i dont know the name of count as a UFO?'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-113037591216865975</id><published>2005-10-26T21:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:22:46.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Burry your anchors into my bones! (or) Is there a way to take off my pants?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Update time! I got some really good news from one of my supersiors at work, turns out that unless things change ill be going to guyandotte this year, which to put it mildly,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEGIN` SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ill&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; probably pull some money out of the bank for this one cause 1. Gas, and 2 i really want to make sure that i get something if i REALLy want it,,,and 3 i have to start thing about birthdays/x-mass. i do have some ideas for mist poeple,,,so im gonna start doing that here soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the classic Movie night with Amy Tracey and Celena, always a fun time with those guys, watched Aladen,,,yet another in the long list of movies that they say i need to see, (and apparently its a long lst). And i was quite entertained by Amy's stories of a girl i knew senior year who was apparently completely nuts about me. I kinda had a hint that she liked me,,,but i guess it was to the point that she was talking about me all the time,,,oh well,,,nothing against her but i would rather not have gone after a relationship with her,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i worked the Altoona office today for Dr. Weikert,and it was really cool. I think im gonna like working in that office. Funny thing happoned, im walking down the hall and i head "HEY GOOD LOOKING!" I turn around (not cause i agree, its cause i was the only guy around) and i see someone i went to CLN with, so we BSed for a bit, ended up seeing about 3 or 4 of my CLN class,,,so that was kinda cool. Another good thing is it takes 3 minutes to get there,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mroe i listen to the new primal fear album the more it seems to be not as good as their pervious work, i dunno, maybe its bad luck to do an entire album about hell,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that im probably going to guyandotte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we had to take Abbie to the vet, she was having trouble walking, turns out she has arthritis, and an eye infection,,,(poor thing), but she's doing better, and we dont even have to shove her pills into food,,she actually likes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 46th continues to rool on, we really had a full house for practice the oter night, good to see us in full force. We have our anual Holodaysburg halloween parade this saturday, this is the same one where one year i broke a drum head, and we forgot the bass drum beater so we snuck into a yard and proke off a tree limb to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking that after guyandotte, instead of working sheetz sunday morinings, ill work sheetz friday night third shift,,,think thats a good idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a track phone before guyandotte, its about a 350 mile trip, BUT ITS WORTH IT im going to guyandotte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy keeps telling me "I need to get myself a gal mate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the new Mr. Obvious CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car needs an oil change soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be cool to have a monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think since the weather is gonna be good im gonna go to the cottage after work friday and roll some ammo,,,ya know,,,for guyandotte. Speaking of guyandotte, i need white gloves, i dont want the ball to be like the one in hanover where we had the dance nazi tell us we needed gloves or we had to leave (which we did have gloves and we didnt leave!),,,,,,,,,,,,is it odd that im looking forward to going to a &lt;i&gt;ball?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think thats all i have to cover,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait,,,did i mention that im probably going to guyandotte?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-113037591216865975?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/113037591216865975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=113037591216865975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113037591216865975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/113037591216865975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/10/burry-your-anchors-into-my-bones-or-is.html' title='Burry your anchors into my bones! (or) Is there a way to take off my pants?'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112950387210180098</id><published>2005-10-16T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:04:32.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No offence, but you're a big useless ghost face</title><content type='html'>Well i have made a deal with myself that im gonna do everything in my power go get to guyandotte this yeah. I put in for my vacation at sheetz and im gonna beg borrow and pleade to my bosses at the office to give me the 4th off,,,i dont care if i have to work a 24 hour shift, IM GONNA TRY MY FREEKING DARNDEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really spoiled myself this week, i am currently listening to the new Journey CD that i picked up an hour or so ago, (good CD so far) and also (the cideo game geek in me) picked up the new Evil Dead game, hey, i t was only 14 bucks, so that was kinda a suprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i doubt that &lt;a href="http://passingfromyesterday.blogspot.com"&gt;Passing From Yesterday  &lt;/a&gt;will see much action, i dunno, i just dont think much of anything e;se ive done is post-worthy,,,but ill keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas can keep going down all it wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 movies that im REALLy looking forard to: Rocky 6 and more-so,,,last full measure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are still telling me to get a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now,,,have fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112950387210180098?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112950387210180098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112950387210180098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112950387210180098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112950387210180098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-offence-but-youre-big-useless-ghost.html' title='No offence, but you&apos;re a big useless ghost face'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112888243288437702</id><published>2005-10-09T14:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T15:27:12.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill the wabbit! Kill the wabbit!</title><content type='html'>Ok time, for an update. I really have nothing of value to say right now, so im gonna provide some ammusement. If you feel like being entertained head on over to http://www.ulc.org Apparently if you sigh up with these guys you can become a full fleged ordained minister. All you have to do is give your name and e-mail and all that good stuff and you can preform weddings and all kinds of good stuff. It seems like it is lagit, there are court cases listed in the FAQ that were against these people and they won every one of them. Heck my brother's professer and 9 year old son are both ministers. hey, what can i say, im ammused extremely easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please to note, i did not become a minster myself, after doing a fake wedding with a REAL ordained minister, i really dont want to make my maker any more mad than he probably is at me right now, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also im gonna steel an idea from a friend of mine. Allthough im not sure how often this is going to be updated (if at all) but if you go to http://www.passingfromyesterday.blogspot.com you can read stuff ive written in my little blue notebook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112888243288437702?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112888243288437702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112888243288437702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112888243288437702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112888243288437702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/10/kill-wabbit-kill-wabbit.html' title='Kill the wabbit! Kill the wabbit!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112821347442267450</id><published>2005-10-01T20:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T21:37:54.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing wrong with changing your name to "Warrior"</title><content type='html'>So hows life going for the  2-4 loyal readers of Adam's Silent Scream? Its going good for me right now.  By now youve gotten  the fact that uve gotten a job, so im not gonna make much of a note of it, only that i seem to really like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was able to go out and spend sometime with Amy and Tracey yesterday. Ended up at the Altoona football game. (And my first ever time at a football game)  Well it was quite enjoyable., kinda found it entertaining that Tracey boroowed fred's horn so she could play.  Sometimes i wonder if i should have joined the AAHS band myself, but oh well,,,i doubt i would have fit in with the typical "stick up drummer" section that they seemed to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it looks like im finally gonna break down and buy a track phone. Figure its good  to have since im gonna be driving to state college, and it will help with stuff with the 46th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, it looks like im gonna be able to make practice every week! HECKk YEAZ. Only problem is i may not be there as early, i may not get there till after 8 some days, but IM GONNA MAKE IT! It will get easier too once im working here in `toona. NO WAY IN HECK IM GOONA GIVE UP THE BAND CAUSE i GOT A NEW JOB!  Only problem is that i may not be able to make guyandotte, im gonna try though. I have a month or so to go before it. (geez its already october)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untill next time,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112821347442267450?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112821347442267450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112821347442267450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112821347442267450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112821347442267450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-nothing-wrong-with-changing.html' title='There&apos;s nothing wrong with changing your name to &quot;Warrior&quot;'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112803891703759207</id><published>2005-09-29T20:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:08:37.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blair Weather III: Cold Front Of Fear</title><content type='html'>Well the new job started today. Im still kinda nervous about it though,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112803891703759207?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112803891703759207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112803891703759207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112803891703759207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112803891703759207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/09/blair-weather-iii-cold-front-of-fear.html' title='Blair Weather III: Cold Front Of Fear'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112795526286706898</id><published>2005-09-28T21:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:54:22.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Well here we go</title><content type='html'>Well i start the new job tomorow. I didnt know it was possable to be this excited and this nervous at the same time,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112795526286706898?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112795526286706898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112795526286706898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112795526286706898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112795526286706898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-here-we-go.html' title='Well here we go'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112776593813393879</id><published>2005-09-26T17:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:18:58.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What now?</title><content type='html'>They rescedualed my interview, it is now tomorow at 10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112776593813393879?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112776593813393879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>How could you slap my face like that?</title><content type='html'>Ammusing moments at work today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: (After a fight ofer ciggerets and an expired ID&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: ____ YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: SOme Guy: (laughs) So are the rumors true about gas being $5 by midnight?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes,,,&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Really???!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, and the vikings were this first to land on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Guy: *chuckle* i figured as much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112744801828518175?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112744801828518175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112744801828518175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112744801828518175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112744801828518175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-could-you-slap-my-face-like-that.html' title='How could you slap my face like that?'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112748639064684313</id><published>2005-09-23T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:39:50.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GOT AN INTERVIEW THURSDAY! WISH ME LUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112748639064684313?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112748639064684313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112748639064684313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112748639064684313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112748639064684313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/09/woot.html' title='WOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112735135964361981</id><published>2005-09-21T22:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T22:09:19.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>Sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NyQiul=Good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112735135964361981?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112735135964361981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112735135964361981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112735135964361981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112735135964361981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/09/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112692164616135811</id><published>2005-09-16T22:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T22:47:26.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perks!</title><content type='html'>Well looks like its tome for another check in. Only problem is that i really dont have anything new of value going on right now. And thats quite bad. But im the plus side im quite content, so i guess whatever im doing is working well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some good laughs out of the "Order of the stick" thing that was shown to me, its much funnier now that i understand what the heck they are saying,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in the Store Alert today and apparently everyoneis getting a 3% pay raise. So that will put me a little over 8 bucks an hour (i think) WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i continue to get "Adam needs a girlfriend" talks from people. Only 2 or 3 of them have made sence, most of them are just "cause you do" and nothing else. What is funny is im seeing people from CLN, or just random people i occasionally see at work tell me i need one. WHAT IS THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i havent been hanging out with anoyne a whole heck of alot lately, for the simple reason that everyone i do hang out with isnt around or dosent have much free time. Kinda sucks in a way, but ill get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side though, the last few days of work have been quite enjoyable. Isnt THAT odd,,,having FUN at SHEETZ! Probably cause working with Josh and Bill at the same time can really make for good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well kids that it from The Alien, gotta work at 6AM tomorow, then i have a day off sunday, ill probably spend some time at the cottage later this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GONNA BE ABLE TO GO TO BLAND'S FOR THE BATTLE! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HECK YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112692164616135811?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112692164616135811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112692164616135811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112692164616135811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112692164616135811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/09/perks.html' title='Perks!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112647552997545567</id><published>2005-09-11T18:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:52:09.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that was sent to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5641/887/1600/IUPGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5641/887/400/IUPGirls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i ended up getting into contact with the mud show guy and getting a copy of the picture that was taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ive stated before,,,im the easter german girl,,,,try and guess which one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S: I did not make this, but i find it funny anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112647552997545567?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112647552997545567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112647552997545567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112647552997545567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112647552997545567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/09/something-that-was-sent-to-me.html' title='Something that was sent to me'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112632062177237596</id><published>2005-09-09T22:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:53:25.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oog(or)East German Girl's Silent Scream,,,</title><content type='html'>Well i have had an interesting time since the lastt ime i updated. First of all,,,i went to my first ever ren-fair. I must say that it was fun as all heck! I think the "Mud SHow" stole the show though. Come on, what could be better than Who's Line is It Anyway with a big mud pit,,, What was cool was that we ended up talking to the guy who ran the show after the fair was over. After the one photo he realized that i was the only guy in the group and shouted that there was "an east german girl" in the photo. Well lets see,,,19 girls, and then me,,,it s CLN all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANother thing i did was play Dungons and Dragons. It was actually quite ammusing,,,and bizzar at the same time. especally when i pickedk up the one gnome by the ankles and smacked the other gnome across the face, then smached the gnome i was holding into the floor. "Oog had a very short fuze"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem was that both of these things, while being extremely fun, i couldnt help but feel a bit out of place. Probably cause i only knew 2 people at the ren fare out of 19 and the DnD group have known each other forever,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was INSANE today. Which was odd cause i only worked a 3 hour shift. Oh well,,,that came from my complete inability to say know,,,cause i got an IM from Patty which started as "I need to ask you a HUGE favor,,,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that everyone on the PLANET wants me to have a girlfriend. OK, maybe not everyone on the PLANET, but people who i didnt even know would have any interest. Only problem is that i really dont know of anyone that A:I want to get into a serous "relationship" with, and B: anyone who would be interested in me,,,so that kinda makes it kinda difficult,,,,,,,,,,,wait,,,October 2nd is less than a month away,,,,,,(DA DA DA DDDDDDAAAAAA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the new Stratovarius and Edguy CDs,,,they would be here by the end of the month (darn imports)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,,,cause i have nothing better to do,,,here is another installment of (wait for it) ADAM'S RANDOM TOP 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Free Falling by Tom Petty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: My Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: gas prices coming down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Sheetz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: The fact that it is humanly impossable NOT to likek the songs "Cat's in the Cradle" and "Cant FIght This Feeling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Oog the barbarian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: the mud show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: My little blue notbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Spending the ren-fare with my 2 best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: The 46th PA Brass Band (i didnt have the heart to kick them out of the #1 spot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...im out of here,,,call me if your ever in town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112632062177237596?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112632062177237596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112632062177237596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112632062177237596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112632062177237596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/09/oogoreast-german-girls-silent-scream.html' title='oog(or)East German Girl&apos;s Silent Scream,,,'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112570978602146656</id><published>2005-09-02T21:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:09:46.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Find my Volvo!</title><content type='html'>Hey look, its an update! And one that i have been meaning to do for a while, but just havent gotten around to do so. The past few weeks have been kind of a calm period for me. Im actually quite happy and calm right now. The job hunt that i have been killing myself over is still going on, but i am not looking at it as a "need one now!" type thing. Im sending out apps and resumees and thats all i can really do. Allthough healthsouth ticked me off cause they sent me a letter telling me i DIDNT get the job. Whats the point of that,,,really,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O re-took my cert. test cause i faild it time,,,i hope to God that i actually passed this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now on to something that i have neev wanting to do for a LONG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: UBER-PERSONAL GUSHEY NON-MANLY MUMBO JUMBO AHEAD. IF YOU HAVE NO DESIRE TO SEE (see?) ME BEING ALL SENTIMENTAL THEN SKIP THE NEXT PART"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe alot of people a big freeking thank you. There are people out there, some of whome read this, some who dont, that have REALLY helped me out in the past, mostly starting after graduating high school. There were times to say the least, that i was a wreck. My family got me though a whole lot, there are friends that i have made that i am extremely greatfull for, and i just want to let you guys know that you mean one hell of alot to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK,,,,GUSHEYNESS OVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,,,i must appologize that i completely spaced of starting Harry Potter, illl be sure to do that tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went back and read my entire blog,,it was kind of ammusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,,,,last note,,,REN FARE! FUN STUFF TOMOROW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112570978602146656?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112570978602146656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112570978602146656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112570978602146656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112570978602146656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/09/find-my-volvo.html' title='Find my Volvo!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112474105935371581</id><published>2005-08-22T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:04:19.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mermaid</title><content type='html'>OK, looks like im going to take a break from my cert. book to update my blog a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but start at the ongoing story of my ex. It sounds horrable, but i cant help but me ammused by this. Anyhow, i get home from hanover, (more on that later) and talk to my bro and my mom a bit. So in the conversation they tell me that my ex called over the weekend. Now whats funny was it wasent the "i found a place to stay" call that she PROMISED she would do, she was calling me asking weather or not i would like to go to martins to donate for some fundraiser they were having. I cant help but laugh, cause for all she knew, i didnt know if she was even ALIVE, BUT WAIT! IT GETS BETTER! Appaerently, she told the girl she was living with that A: She was kiced out of her parrents house cause they didnt get along, even though she told ME that they couldnt take her with them when she moved. And B: That sometime in high school she "broke her back" and C: She was shot in the leg in california. Now letter A she eather lied to me or kevin's sister, B i dont understand how or when it could happon cause she wasent around in high school and was in other places where i HIGHLY doubt they had gymnastics, and C im just not going to comment on. Now i know whoever reads this is probably sick of hearing about her, but i quite frankly am becoming ammused by this, im hearing things that are complete and total opposites of stuff she told me. And im sorry if your reading this Jenn,,,but everything i say here is the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, on to Hanover, all i have to say is MY GOD! I have NEVER heard us play as good as we did this weekend. the last song we played was "the mermaid" and playing it was amazing, and in the end of the song we all let out this yell that the entire county must have heard, we've NEVER been so excitied at the end of a song before, and weve never played a sgood a s we did this weekenkd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fighting was quite fun as well. We were gray ine second battle and Rick led us onto the feild of battle to a rendition of Bonnie Blue Flag. And with the song in our hearts we proved our loyalty to the cause and to President Davis as we drew the yankee forces back where they came from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, i think we may have finally lost the van. A tire blew and at the same time (or so it seemed) the tranny finally gave out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, i would like to do the first anual "ADAMS SILENTG SCREAM TOP 10"! And here they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: hanover PA, nice place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Red's friend, for letting us crash there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: 1975 lime green chevy van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: The packing  skills of Amy and Tracey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Trying to polka in brogans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Enjoying myself at a civil war ball and actually dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: The U.S Marines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: (TIE BETWEEN) Amy: Adam, take your coat off,,,your making me hot just looking at you (and) Tracey: That was a nice blow job! (LLLOOONNnGG story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Gettysburg PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: The 46th PA/17th MISS BRASS BAND! YOU GUYS ROCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112474105935371581?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112474105935371581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112474105935371581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112474105935371581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112474105935371581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/08/mermaid.html' title='The Mermaid'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112423736250308008</id><published>2005-08-16T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:57:35.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me the drinking bird</title><content type='html'>Now ends my 3 days in a row of working at 6AM. Whats funny is im starting not to mind getting up early. Also the people seem to be a bit more plesent in the morning, i dont get cursed out as much as i do on 2nd or 3rd shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job hunt and certification test is stressing me less and less,,,which will probably end on monday when i have to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the complete 6th season of The Simpsons on DVD today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanover is going to be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy's home from her vacation/ She brought tracey back a coconut priate and bought me (gasp) BLACK FUZZY DICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112423736250308008?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112423736250308008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112423736250308008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112423736250308008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112423736250308008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/08/give-me-drinking-bird.html' title='Give me the drinking bird'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112401075652577088</id><published>2005-08-14T05:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T06:12:36.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up and work!</title><content type='html'>OK, here we go, time to get my blog back to normal, fact is that i STILL havent heard from her, so ive come to the conclusion that she could care less. BIG SUPRISE THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im doing this post at 5:10 in the morning cause today starts a sting of 3 days where i have to work at 6AM. No sleeping in in a while for me! Oh well,,,at least i get to go with the band to the gug today. Its one of our little church things, those are always fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it set that i get to go to hanover! Thanks Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UUmm,,,what else,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,,,nothing comes to mind right now, so im just gonna go now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112401075652577088?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112401075652577088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112401075652577088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112401075652577088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112401075652577088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/08/shut-up-and-work.html' title='Shut up and work!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112378161747146596</id><published>2005-08-11T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T14:33:37.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving size: 3 Paragraphs</title><content type='html'>Well instead of telling the whole big story from 2 nights ago, i think im just gonna skip that and go with some sone lyrics. I think they sum up what im feeling right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Artist: &lt;a href="http://www.heavylyrics.com/lyrics/cans_lyrics_2140/"&gt;Cans&lt;/a&gt;Album: &lt;a href="http://www.heavylyrics.com/lyrics/cans_lyrics_2140/"&gt;Beyond The Gates&lt;/a&gt;Title: Forever Ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see you comin', lookin' shiny and new Just like a bullet in a brand new gun You are the pony on a merry-go-round All painted up and you're so ready to run &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel the lightning hanging over the hill And then I watch you on your rainbow ride I hear you comin' from the top of the world And you are beggin' me to be by your side again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[BRIDGE] No, not me this time I'm gonna be strong No, not we this time you're all on your own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS] It's a leap of faith that I just can't make Something' that I won't believe in again And it's killin' me but it's got to be This is where our forever ends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say forever like you know what it is And then you show me that you don't have a clue There's still some love in me that let's me forgive But I will guarantee that I am so over you, you know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[BRIDGE] No, not me this time I'm gonna be strong No, not we this time you're all on your own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS] It's a leap of faith that I just can't make Something' that I won't believe in again And it's killin' me but it's got to be This is where our forever ends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching as dreams turn into smoke In your hands they slip away Beating that love just like a drum You are the child with all the games you play &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[BRIDGE] No, not me this time I'm gonna be strong No, not we this time you're all on your own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS] It's a leap of faith that I just can't make Something' that I won't believe in again And it's killin' me but it's got to be This is where our forever ends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112378161747146596?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112378161747146596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112378161747146596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112378161747146596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112378161747146596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/08/serving-size-3-paragraphs.html' title='Serving size: 3 Paragraphs'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112354070459092605</id><published>2005-08-08T18:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:38:24.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"yvan eht nioj"</title><content type='html'>Well i have started to do something ive been meening to do for a while now, and that is giv my room a good overhaul. I have dsicovered that you find the strangest things in stranger places. For instance i found a bunch of gift cards that i didnt think i had. Whats good is that they still have $ left on them, and so i think im gonna have to make an emergency trip to circut city and FYE in the next few days. Also i found a $5 thing for the mall that i got by buing a pepsi. HA! SODA WAS GOOD FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also digging through my dresser i found the letters that Jenn wrote to me (all 2 of them) while she was in Erie. (Which by the way she talked was pretty much a prison type thing for people under 18). And you would think fidning these letters would make me feel bad for he and want to go after her again,,,but it actually did quite the opposite. After reading them i got the strangest sensation of being ticked off,,,and being glad im not her other half anymore. Simply put,,,i read them and pitched them. Does it sound odd that i threw out letters from my girlfriend of one year without a second thought, but i couldnt bring myself to throwing out my senior project? I think maybe i just needed some kind of closure, cause every part of me that was saying to go get her again is gone,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And i probably wont mention her on here again, unless its the monthly phone call,,,lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on that note i should get going, i gotta go to band practice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112354070459092605?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112354070459092605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112354070459092605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112354070459092605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112354070459092605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/08/yvan-eht-nioj.html' title='&quot;yvan eht nioj&quot;'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112329294682733045</id><published>2005-08-05T22:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:00:05.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The following is stolen property</title><content type='html'>1. What is your occupation? Sheetz clerk (or whatever they tell me to do)&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your underwear? (why do you want to know) green&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to now? Twilightning: Plague House Puppet SHow&lt;br /&gt;4 What was the last thing you ate? Beef Stick&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wish on stars? Desperation&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? The one you never use,,,but then you realize you never used it, but you gave it to someone who never gave it back&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now? Hot and Dark&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Mom&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? I stole it&lt;br /&gt;10. How old are you today? 19&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite drink? Mt Dew, Milk and Juice&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite sport to watch? NASCAR!&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever dyed your hair? Nope&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have any pets? Abbigale the Basset Hound&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite month? October has been kinda funny&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite food? CHICKEN!&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last movie you watched? Evil Dead&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite day of the year? Would say "Favorite", but October 2nd had been funny the past few years&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you do to vent anger? I Drive around till i chill out,,,&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your favorite toy as a child? MONSTER TRUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;22. Fall or Spring? Dunno&lt;br /&gt;23. Hugs or kisses? hugs&lt;br /&gt;24. Cherry or Blueberry? Cherry&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want your friends to email you back? NA&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is most likely to respond? NA&lt;br /&gt;27. Who is least likely to respond? NA&lt;br /&gt;28. Living arrangements? Mooching off my mom&lt;br /&gt;29. When was the last time you cried? i try not to remember&lt;br /&gt; 30. What is on the floor of your closet? Is it bad that i dont know?&lt;br /&gt;31. Who is the friend you have had the longest? Dan&lt;br /&gt;32. What did you do last night? Work&lt;br /&gt;34. What inspires you? Anything&lt;br /&gt;35. What are you afraid of? Failure&lt;br /&gt;36. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? CHeese&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite car? 2003 Chevy Cavalear named Aunt Suzie&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite dog breed? dont have one&lt;br /&gt;39. Number of keys on your key ring? 5 or 6,,,not sure right now&lt;br /&gt;40. How many years at your current job? 3&lt;br /&gt;44 Favorite day of the week? Friday and Saturday My days off&lt;br /&gt;42. How many states have you lived in? 1&lt;br /&gt;43. How many cities have you lived in? 1&lt;br /&gt;44. Are you sick of dumb polls? i find them ammusing&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you happy in life? For the most part, i guess&lt;br /&gt;46. What would you change about yourself if you could today? Ill get back to you later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112329294682733045?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112329294682733045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112329294682733045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112329294682733045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112329294682733045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/08/following-is-stolen-property.html' title='The following is stolen property'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112302248201820444</id><published>2005-08-02T19:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T20:39:37.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamburger is not meet loaf!</title><content type='html'>OK this blog entery is going to be full of random thoughs and ideas etc. that ive had the past month or so. They range from pointless to uber (my god, i just said "uber") personal,,,so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Dan's back home till the 18th, which is a good thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: I was called a "closet fantisy fan", which may be true cause i have a scratch on my hand and the first thing it reminded my of was Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Since Sheetz sells unfiltered ciggeretts, shouldnt they start selling unfiltered coffie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: i need to start writing more, it really does wonders to clear my head, my little blue notebook needs to see more action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: I have just now managed to grip just how big an influence the 46th has had on me. I think they are a huge part in who i am today, and i have alot of past and present members to thank for that. YOU GUYS ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: 2 Words, MY EX! 3 letters W.T.F! As of now i have no idea what her motovations are, im not sure if hse wants me back or be friends or what! But her phone calls are becoming nothing short of ammusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: War of the worlds sucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: i am going at a much smoother pace of going through my certification book. The last time i took it i did a few chapteres a DAY, this time im doing 1 chaper a day,,,and yes sometimes a get lazy and skip a night,,,but im still taking it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: "I may never get what i want but im happy just do die trying" ~Soul Asylum- Can't Even Tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Baker mansion is quite interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: Im finally starting to learn that some of the things i used to think reguarding alot of stuff is STUPID,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: I blush to easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: Im still kinda uneasy about finding a job, im LOOKING FORWARD to actually working in the feild, but the whole thing about finding the job is to stinking open ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: I want there to be an Avantasia Part III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: Did you notice there were 2 12s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: Drumming is fun and something i need to do more of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: I can swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: Apparently im going to try D &amp; D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all that comes to mind right now,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112302248201820444?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112302248201820444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112302248201820444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112302248201820444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112302248201820444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/08/hamburger-is-not-meet-loaf.html' title='Hamburger is not meet loaf!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112266434960809502</id><published>2005-07-29T15:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T16:12:29.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a second, they changed the codes</title><content type='html'>Well once again i owe some people some gratitude for kicking me in the rear end and telling me to knock it off. The wole job search thing got to me again so once again i was freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, LATE BREAKING NEWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was in the middle of typing this blog i got a call from my ex. And i think we had just about the same exact conversation as we did last time. Some of the newer highlights were some guy tried to mug her with a 9MM gun and she knocked him out cold, then the cop took her to work speeding her there with his siren and lights on, and also she has carpell tunnel. And of course she is still living with the SAME GUY that shes (apparently) trying to get away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this sucks, now i forget what else i wanted to type,,,oh well,,,ill get it tomorow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112266434960809502?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112266434960809502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112266434960809502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112266434960809502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112266434960809502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/07/give-me-second-they-changed-codes.html' title='Give me a second, they changed the codes'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112241191324063945</id><published>2005-07-26T17:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T18:05:13.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oil is my blood</title><content type='html'>I did something this past week that i swore i would never do again in my life. But i guess working to many days in a row will do that. The last few days i took my job WAY to freeking serously. It got to the point that i just stood around doing the bare minimum of whatever they had me doing. And the worst part was after my day yesterday which was quite bad, i went to hang with Tracey Amy Kenny and shookims (inside joke) i was acting like i did at work and really didnt talk to any of them. I am am quite sorry for that guys,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the random urge to go for a hike today, so i went up to chimney and did that up and down. Funny thing was i ran into an older couple on the way down and talked with them for a bit. Nice folks they were,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up the new dane cook CD today, which i must say is quite good. Im not gonna ruin it for anyone, youll just have to hear it for yourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started applying for work, so i hope thats not gonna take long, but im not sure how much will be open for me untill i take (and hopefully pass) my certification test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and saw war of the worlds,,,and it SUCKED,,,it just was so freeking,,,bad, plot holes, stuff that was just too "convenient" for the main character etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im free today and tomorw, anyone wanna hang out give me a buzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112241191324063945?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112241191324063945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112241191324063945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112241191324063945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112241191324063945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/07/oil-is-my-blood.html' title='Oil is my blood'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112221716581972305</id><published>2005-07-24T10:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T11:59:25.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase #39, Robot Chickens</title><content type='html'>Well ive started doing a chapter a night in my certification book. Looking good so far, I went through the temonology chapter and law and ethics chaptter pretty good. So i probably wont have a problem with those parts of the test, assuming of course that i dont choke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soeaking of school, i got a check from CLN for $50 yesterday and i havent a clue why. I thought i paid them to go there,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next time i want to go see a movie im going to put all my money i have in the bank so i cant afford to go. YOu KNWO WHY!? Well i really thought War of The Worlds looked good, and it was a complete let down. The same freeking thing happoned when i saw The Village. WOTW was about a 3.3 on a scale of 10. It had its moments but the bad parts far outdid the good. THINK ABOUT IT! OK, airplane crashes in your yard, flaming burning carnage EVERYWHERE due to alien lazer robots, yet SOMEHOW your minivan in untouched and you drive to safety via a clear path thrpugh the wreckage. DOSENT WORK THAT WAY! And changing the solenoid of a car does NOT completely fix a car fried by an EMP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was great yesterday. It was your avrage day untill about 10. Of course the "street racers" were out in full force with their cars covered in 45 cent decales and tin foil body kits, but what was great was APD finally decided to do something about them! They were pulling these idiots over left and right, some of tjem even in our parking lot, which made for a good show. One of them came in the store after being pulled over, i resisted the urge to ask him how long it would be before he can put more foil on his car,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work 2-11 today and 1-8 tomorw and i have 2 days off then,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna try to go to the event in haover in augist, but im not sure if carla will give me they days or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112221716581972305?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112221716581972305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112221716581972305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112221716581972305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112221716581972305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/07/phase-39-robot-chickens.html' title='Phase #39, Robot Chickens'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112204215306491814</id><published>2005-07-22T11:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:22:33.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The virus, while not effecting anyone in the dome, destroys all the chickens</title><content type='html'>Got off work at 10AM today, the next three days are gonna be long cause i have 3 longs shifts in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to the office and there is someone standing there, she says "How you doing Adam" and assuming its just someone who works there i say hi without looking. I turn over and it turns out to be Mindy Wilt. (someone i hung out with at one time and havent seen in ages) Turns out she just got a job at the beale ave. sheetz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a letter from Dan, looks like hes gonna be done with boot and home soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave 2 pints of blood (random thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112204215306491814?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112204215306491814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112204215306491814' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112204215306491814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112204215306491814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/07/virus-while-not-effecting-anyone-in.html' title='The virus, while not effecting anyone in the dome, destroys all the chickens'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112202203188342654</id><published>2005-07-22T04:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T05:47:11.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'>None, i think</title><content type='html'>Work at 6, im up at 450 on the morning,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112202203188342654?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112202203188342654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112202203188342654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112202203188342654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112202203188342654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/07/none-i-think.html' title='None, i think'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112161731765922104</id><published>2005-07-17T12:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T13:21:57.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Im tired of enhancing my calm,,,im gonna enhance HIS calm!</title><content type='html'>Do you know what day it is today? Thats right,,,SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go to Phillipsburg this weekend cause the good people (sort of) at sheetz needed me. So i did that all day yesterday. Kinda funny cause we had 3 or 4 people throw temper tantrums. One guy was yelling at some lady cause of how she parked, and while he was yelling at her,,,the REAL person left and drove away,,,making him look like the world biggest idiot. And of course the weather guy fron channel 5 sympathized with him. I guess idiots tend to stick up for each other. (im sorry,,,that wasent nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom ran into my (Now Skinney and bleach blong) ex yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the L.O.D* DVD yesterday,,,it was alot better than i thought it would have been&lt;br /&gt;(*L.O.D- Wrestling Tag Team Legon Of Doom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im out,,,talk to you later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112161731765922104?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112161731765922104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112161731765922104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112161731765922104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112161731765922104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-tired-of-enhancing-my-calmim-gonna.html' title='Im tired of enhancing my calm,,,im gonna enhance HIS calm!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112105433043700279</id><published>2005-07-11T11:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T00:58:50.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Please do not offer my God a peanut</title><content type='html'>Back to blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day at work today,,,kinda crazy and we seemed to be getting in each other's way alot. Not sure why, i guess it was just one of those days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been looking at the first few chapters of my cetification book,,,if i keep up this rate i should hopefully pass it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gettysburg still continues to linger in my head,,,still telling people about it whenever i get the chance, and getting odd reactions to telling people i got married. Saw the pictures and they came out OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is in the news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant think of anything else notable so im gonna cut out now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112105433043700279?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112105433043700279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112105433043700279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112105433043700279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112105433043700279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/07/please-do-not-offer-my-god-peanut.html' title='Please do not offer my God a peanut'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-112059879569487017</id><published>2005-07-05T17:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:26:35.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettysburg: The Day After</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well ladies and gents i just came back from a rather enjoyable weekend at the Gettysburg big July reenactment. I think this was the best time ive ever had at a Gettysburg event. All and all i had a blast, but ill try to pick out some highlights for your reading pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well first of all we were camped right across the street from regestration. So that is always a plus, we were able to find our spot and set up quickly. The best part about our area is that it was PRIME Gettysburg real estate. This is because it was close to all the improtant stuff. (Bleachers, Bathrooms, Sutler's row, Even the parking Lot and exit). So we got there around 3ish (i think) and started to set up. At one point the big head cheese of the reenactment came up to our camp and dtarted talking to us. Next thing i know i am agreeing to be the groom and a marrage set to happon at the activities tent. (And my bride ends up being Tracey, but more on that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well lets see,,,WHAT DID I BUY! Well first of all, Amy saw some really neet lanterns for 30 bucks, They were complete with a mirror back side for extra light. She got one,,,then me being a sucker for neet stuff went and bought the last one. BOYEAH! On the way back i bought a hooker (no, not that kind) so i oculd hang it on my tent for easy access. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We really got some good reations from the public when we were playing. We got alot of YYEEHHAAWWs and what-not when we played everyone' favorate civil war songs. The "Programs" that Bob has put togeather is a much better system then having to lug the huge folders everywhere. Props to the Sargent-Major on that call!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Also the atmosphere this year was amazing. No bickering, no picking at each other, no problems with the group at all. Everyone seemed to really enjoy themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OK, on to the wedding. Here is a narration of the wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Complete with shackles and a shotgun to my back, i am led up the middle of the activities tent to feel the wrath of dishonoring myself and Tracey. The public was laughing at me all the way as i walked up. Next, up walked my pregnant bride-to-be, lead by her father (Rick Long) she is forced to marry me because i got her pregnant out of wed-lock. After exchanging words with reverand rennalds and being shut up via-shotgun toting father, the wors are spoken "et them speek now or forever hold their peace".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;REVERAND I OBJECT! (&lt;/em&gt;gasp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Up stands Amy, who is in love with me and does not want to see me married. But no no avail. In the end i am forced to marry the mother of my pollow, and i am lead away still in chains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Other random ammusing moments of gettysburg:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The "Sav intimidation dance of death" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Trying to polka in brogans, is not good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Doing upbeat civil war dances in borgans is ammusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hugging a 1975 chevy van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Money (thats her name) on fred's motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One of the most beautifull sights ive ever seen was this weekend. Millions of fireflys lighting up the trees like tiny christmass lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All and all i had fun,,,and this weekend REALLy did alot to clear my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-112059879569487017?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/112059879569487017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=112059879569487017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112059879569487017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/112059879569487017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/07/gettysburg-day-after.html' title='Gettysburg: The Day After'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111963350312510943</id><published>2005-06-24T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:18:23.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'>WWZD? (What would Zorro do?)</title><content type='html'>Well i guess its been a while since i did something on this thing, so ill do this then i have to go unpack my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been kinda worked up about work related stuff lately. I had two things in my head that i was going to do. 1: Go full force job hunting after gettysburg and not quit untill i had a job. Or 2: Start off slow, do more relaxing in July and start the job thing head on the first of augist. Well it looks like i am going with option B. I figure this is the first time and around foreverish that i didnt have any kind of school to fuss over, so thats the plan,,,and im actually quite suprised that mom agreed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really looking forward to gettysburg, only problem is that im out of ammo,,,HOWEVER i do have a solution. I can buy plack powder whenever, but i need some cartrages. So i figure ill buy a stack of paper and some other related stuff and go down the cottage and rool some. Mainly cause i need an excuse to go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm,,,what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the 4th of july off! ROCK ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason i got about a million and 7 comments about the allmighty duffman (oh yeah!) shirt i have. First i got comments from tina at work about it, and then the person in line behind me said something,,,then other people who just kinda said random stuff,,,and finally some odd comments from Tracey and Amy,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ill do better on my next certification test,,,i hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a shoebox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone outt here knows how,,,i would like to know how to change the header for my blod (the part that has the title) i have been plaing around with stuff and want something like the picture here as a header&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5641/887/400/coollogo_com_4891497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually getting up at 415 in the morning tomorow,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats about it for me,,,gotta go clean out aunt suzie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111963350312510943?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111963350312510943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111963350312510943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111963350312510943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111963350312510943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/06/wwzd-what-would-zorro-do.html' title='WWZD? (What would Zorro do?)'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111941385270878410</id><published>2005-06-22T01:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:17:32.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'>First stage plastic tubing</title><content type='html'>Well i havent done an update in a while so here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, im not dead,,,i just havent gotten around to doing any updates,,,i will soon enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111941385270878410?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111941385270878410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111941385270878410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111941385270878410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111941385270878410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-stage-plastic-tubing.html' title='First stage plastic tubing'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111885596788954748</id><published>2005-06-15T13:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:54:26.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who was "Cooper"?</title><content type='html'>Well i start iff with some good news. First of all, i am extending my time off till after gettysburg (july 4th) so i can enjoy my summer a bit more. Also i may (MAYBE) have a line on a job. SO ill keepk you posted with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that stuff there is really nothing new. I got another letter from dan today, ill be able to write back this time cause the last letter i got i tore through the return address and wouldnt find the part i tore off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been able to keep myself alot more relaxed lately. There is still something that is on my mind,  its nothing major or anything,,,but it still bugs the crap out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im off to work,,,i am a "facilities" person today,,,which means that all i have to do today is clean stuff (probably gas punps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111885596788954748?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111885596788954748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111885596788954748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111885596788954748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111885596788954748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/06/who-was-cooper.html' title='Who was &quot;Cooper&quot;?'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111868236633896498</id><published>2005-06-13T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:06:06.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The following was stolen without expressed written consent of Amy or Tracey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Name-] Adam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Nicknames-] For the past month or so its been "fuzzy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Screen name-] Alien Drummer 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-b0rn on_-] 11/11/85&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-l0cati0n_-] Altoona PA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Eye color-]Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Height-] 5`11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Status-] Take a WILD guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Siblings-] Brother, Don&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Pets-] My dumb basset hound Abbigale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Nationality-] Irish Ittalian German mostly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Fave Number-] 43,45,46,17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Fave Song-] Depends on my mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Fave Candy-] Dunno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Fave Lyrics-] Soul Asylum "Cant Even Tell" and Hammerfall "Glory to The Brave"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Favorite object in your room-] DRUMS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Color your hair-] Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Have tattoos-] Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Piercings-]Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;swear a lot-]Try not to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Kicked someone in the nuts-] Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Cheated on someone-] Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Cried over a girl/boy-] Was able to stop myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Been in love-] Doubtfull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Made out with JUST a friend-] Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Been in lust-] Not that i know of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Used someone-] Not that i know of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Been used-] Have had several people tell me i was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST PERSON WHO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Slept in your bed -] Uumm,,me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Made you cry-] ,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-You shared a drink with-] Tracey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-You went to the movies with-] Amy, Tracey, Kenny and someone who's name i cant remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Yelled at you-] Tracey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Sent you an email-] Career Builder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Been to New York-]No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Been to Florida-]no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-California-]no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Hawaii-]no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Mexico-]mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-China-] no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Canada-] no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Danced naked-] Im not that crewl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-What was the last food you ate?l RC Cola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Are you bored-) Sorta,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Last movie you saw-] Feaver Pitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Last noise you heard-] My neighbor's car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR HEALTH&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Have you been hospitalized-] Yep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you had a broken bone-] A few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Do you have any serious physical health problems-] Thought i had cancer once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Do you have any mental health issues-] Depends on who you ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; you understanding: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;open-minded:I like to think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;arrogant: Not that i know of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; insecure: Kinda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;interesting: Doubtfull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hungry: Not at the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;moody: Not usually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hardworking: yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;organized HECK NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;healthy: I think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shy:,,,yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;attractive: lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bored easily: far from it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;responsible: kinda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;obsessed: not really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;angry: not usually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sad: not as much as i used to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;happy: alot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hyper: alot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;trusting: of the right people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;talkative: when i want to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few more questions ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;Last time you went out of the state-] November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Last time you were outside-] Wheni  came home from work yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-You had a snowball fight-]YEARS ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Last time you were on the internet-] Nowish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Last time you jump infront of a moving car -]yesterday at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Last time you watched tv-]Hour or so ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Last public place you were-] Sheetz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Last person you hugged-] Amy and Tracey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Last person that told you they love you-] Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Last person you told you love them-] Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Last person you IM`d-] Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Object you can not live w.out-] good question,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Future daughters' names] -To far down the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[-Future sons' names-] Ditto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did you have fun doing this-],,, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111868236633896498?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111868236633896498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111868236633896498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111868236633896498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111868236633896498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/06/following-was-stolen-without-expressed.html' title='The following was stolen without expressed written consent of Amy or Tracey'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111850431574577340</id><published>2005-06-11T23:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T12:38:35.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>(insert pointless title)</title><content type='html'>good morning world, can you belive ethat for once i actually sleped. But then again it helps that i didnt gt in untill 146 this morning. I was down tracey's watching (sigh) harry potter. (i still cant believe im saything that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like im gonna be home by myslef most of the day, so if anyone wants to hang out give me a call&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111850431574577340?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111850431574577340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111850431574577340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111850431574577340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111850431574577340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/06/insert-pointless-title.html' title='(insert pointless title)'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111837689717580002</id><published>2005-06-10T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T01:14:57.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Dew, the drink of the gods</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday just after i posted my little relaxation bit i got quite an interesting phone call. Phone rang and i picked it up, said hello and what i heard on the other line was the voice of my (extremely congested) ex-girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the coversation lasted about 20 minutes or so,,,and it was allmost the exact coversation we had last time she called (a month or so ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like "im getting a place of my own, my boyfriend cheated on me, i cant believe i let you go, yadda yadda yadda"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for some reason this time,,,when she said about how much she missed me it bugged me. Suddenly i felt like a jerk,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as usuall my mom and brother could tell i felt bad for her. Well they (along with traey) were able to talk some sense intio me. And i look at it this way, she only calles once every few months,,,so i should be in the clear for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woek went quite quick, did float work most of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg Biffle won the race sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets go do something constructive now,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i probably wont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111837689717580002?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111837689717580002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111837689717580002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111837689717580002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111837689717580002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/06/mt-dew-drink-of-gods.html' title='Mt. Dew, the drink of the gods'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111826332144740916</id><published>2005-06-08T17:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T18:04:29.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My aunt was a teenage spider queen from mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well i come to you much more relaxed than i normally am. i dont know why but every time they send me to do the cooler at work ik pretty much assess what the heck is going on in my life. Youll be glad to know that yesterday i think something clicked. It finally entered into my head that im freeking to young to be paranoid about finding a job that im gonna be at for the rest of my life and finding it as soon as possable. It was in my mind that after this friday (my week of down time) i would be doing nothing but working and finding a job. Guess what, THATS CRAP! It came into my head that i have a job, and what i learned at CLN wont expire. What it comes right down to is this, I NEED TO ENJOY MYSELF MORE OFTEN! Its not going to be the end of the world if i dont have a full time job right away, and if it takes a while than it takes a while.To summerize my point: I am going to RELAX more and takek life 1 hour at a time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND IT FEELS DARN GOOD TO FINALLY BE ABLE TO SAY THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111826332144740916?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111826332144740916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111826332144740916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111826332144740916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111826332144740916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-aunt-was-teenage-spider-queen-from.html' title='My aunt was a teenage spider queen from mars'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111811665815274897</id><published>2005-06-07T00:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:57:38.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Youve got 2 empy halfs of coconut and your banging them togeather!</title><content type='html'>Its blog is brought to you by the the number 2,763,781&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few days have been quite relaxing. Took a trip to gettysburg this weekend, so tracey amy (clyde) and me spent quite an enjoyable day there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been enjoying my down time, allthough i did get yelled at for applying for a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that withon the past few days, i saw THE WORST MOVIE,,,,EVER! (and this is comming from someone who has seen the village and the matrix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE WINNER IS,,,,NAPOLEAN DYNAMITE!  Do yourself a favor, instead of paying money to watch it, wait till it is shown on TV, watch a radom 10 seconds out of it and stop. Trust me, its THAT bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also saw Harry Potter. Wasent as bad as i thought it would be, but still not to crazy about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i probably shou;d get going,,,not much else comes to mind that is blogish,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111811665815274897?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111811665815274897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111811665815274897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111811665815274897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111811665815274897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/06/youve-got-2-empy-halfs-of-coconut-and.html' title='Youve got 2 empy halfs of coconut and your banging them togeather!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111808794699483360</id><published>2005-06-06T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:59:06.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>,,,</title><content type='html'>Just found out grandmother is sick, s`gonna be a tough few weeks,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111808794699483360?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111808794699483360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111808794699483360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111808794699483360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111808794699483360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=',,,'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111759235949341314</id><published>2005-05-31T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:19:19.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is 8 spelled with a G?</title><content type='html'>No animals were harmed during the making of this blog. A duck got sick, but he's better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i found myself kidnaped and taken to an apparent "make out place" by 2 women. My mom and brother actually found that quite ammusing. They found it more ammusing that i had never been there or even knew how to get there. (insert "Adam is a loser" joke here")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun gig down at gettysburg. Had a heck of a turn out and the band sounded great. Spent a bit more time chasing music around than usual, but the wind can be stupid like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HERE IS MY PLAN FOR THE NEXT WEEK OR SO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Last day of externship/classes IM TAKING A BREAK AFTER THAT! Im gonna sleep in and sit around my house for a week and RELAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Possable gettysburg with Amy and Tracey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the week: ::see friday::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else i gotta say, so just keep moving along, there's nothing to see here, go on get out! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111759235949341314?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111759235949341314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111759235949341314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111759235949341314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111759235949341314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-is-8-spelled-with-g.html' title='Why is 8 spelled with a G?'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111721186070165032</id><published>2005-05-27T12:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T13:37:40.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my supersuit woman!?</title><content type='html'>Well i finally got to sleep in for the first time in a LONG time. To bad i still have to work today. Tomorow morning is going to be quite ammusing. We are leaving for gettysburg at 6 so im probably getting ip a little before 5. Good time to wake up after working till 1115&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im done with my externship thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill wrap this one up now,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111721186070165032?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111721186070165032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111721186070165032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111721186070165032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111721186070165032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/05/where-is-my-supersuit-woman.html' title='Where is my supersuit woman!?'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111695848985565670</id><published>2005-05-24T14:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T15:14:49.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It can be molded into any shape</title><content type='html'>I hear it's amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with a tuning fork does a raw blink on Harry Carry rock! I need scissors!! 61!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111695848985565670?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111695848985565670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111695848985565670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111695848985565670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111695848985565670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-can-be-molded-into-any-shape.html' title='It can be molded into any shape'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111681460296927832</id><published>2005-05-22T22:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:16:42.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind the gap</title><content type='html'>well looks like another lazy sunday went by. Once again i sat around the house and did a whole lot of nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did go out for ice cream with mom and don, went to "milkey way" which i didnt even realize was still open.  Kinda strange that there have been 2 train cars sitting in front of there since i was about 5, you would think someone would have come and get them decades later (or is that just me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as much as i hate to admit it i have sliped a bit back into my old habbits of stressing over stuff to much. Here is the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has hit me that this is the last full week of my externship, and now i need to start thinking about full time work. Well for some reason i cant get it through my head that i dont have to instantly find a job right out of it. Simply put, I NEED TO CHILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im gonna go do that now,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111681460296927832?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111681460296927832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111681460296927832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111681460296927832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111681460296927832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/05/mind-gap.html' title='Mind the gap'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111671080329871894</id><published>2005-05-21T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T18:26:43.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Food that starts with the letter Q</title><content type='html'>Well ive had a good past few days (again) Hung out with Amy Tracey Selena and other people i didnt know, which isnt a problem had fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back is starting to not hurt as much, but it really was bugging me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was slow today, as usual, ill be supries if that store is still around this time next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im actually feeling quite guilty, my X called me the other day and i completely blew her off. i know, its the exact tsame thing she did to me, but oh well,,,ill get over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TREMORS THE SERIES ON DVD! (Stay tuned)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111671080329871894?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111671080329871894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111671080329871894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111671080329871894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111671080329871894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/05/food-that-starts-with-letter-q.html' title='Food that starts with the letter Q'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111643889885934040</id><published>2005-05-18T14:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T14:54:58.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Clown Feet</title><content type='html'>Well i have had a good past few days. First of all im starting to really get the hang of doing blood draws, im not missing as much as i used to and alot of people say they dont even feel me doing it. May sounds strange but that something i am quite proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see what else is in the news,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am indirectly responsable for getting Amy a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it looks like with Dan off to boot camp (which rather sucks) my social life has now become the band, work, other work and hanging with Amy and Trac&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;y. Thats not reeally a bad thing, always have fun with those 2 so im all for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was funny the other day. Someone forgot to take the gas pump out of her car, so she went to leave and tore the hose and handle off the pump. So im chasing this car down cause she is spraying gas EVERYWHERE!  WHAT AN IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for this little fella, ill leave you with some parting words,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,,,actually,,,nevermind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111643889885934040?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111643889885934040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111643889885934040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111643889885934040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111643889885934040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/05/clown-feet.html' title='Clown Feet'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111586362648900987</id><published>2005-05-12T02:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T23:07:06.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver?</title><content type='html'>Good morning class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i apparently was more sick than i thought. See, when the doc checked me out he decided to do blood tests. Well they came back today and it said that NOT ONLy did i have that stupid virus thing, i ALSO had mono. (no, i didnt get it like THAT) So that was kinda funny to find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has been a fun few days. Dan's home untill he goes to do his millatary thing at Ft. Knox. So we checked out the new pool hall that opened. Nice place if i do sayso myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then monday night after band i got kidnaped by Amy and Tracy. Has a blast with them as always. Allthough lets just say the bench part was,,,strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im gonna go do something,,,somewhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111586362648900987?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111586362648900987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111586362648900987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111586362648900987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111586362648900987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/05/denver.html' title='Denver?'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111552685985087049</id><published>2005-05-08T04:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T01:34:19.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SORT OF!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well i am doing much better, i feel quite healthy now allthough i still havent been able to eat much of anything. I ate half a sandwitch and had to give the other half to my dog. Im sure she didnt mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an interesting day at work. My last 2 hours i set the other 2 regesters to say "CLOSED" and people STILL lined up there. Well i was thinking evil thoughts so i just kind of ignored the people that went to those regesters. I cant help it i cant see out of my ear or the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitied on alot of people going to a prom. All i could think was that i hope theirs went better than mine did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last interesting note before i go to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i tried to get "picked up" (for lack of a better work) I was talking to these two girls while i was waiting on them. The one mentioned the other was getting married. Then she up and says "So,,,where you from?" So i told her. So the other one pipes in "what time you get off" so i told her. then she asks "You old enough to get drunk?"  So im like "uuhh,,no" So they both get this really dissapointed look o their faces and walk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, 2 things come to mind. Number 1: Ok, your getting MARRIED! Do you REALLY think you should be picking up low level sheetz clerks!? And number 2: YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN PICKING UP A LOW LEVEL SHEETZ CLERK! ESPECALLY THIS ONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111552685985087049?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111552685985087049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111552685985087049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111552685985087049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111552685985087049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/05/sort-of.html' title='SORT OF!!!!!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11109233.post-111525333828069333</id><published>2005-05-05T00:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:35:38.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY! STOP IT!</title><content type='html'>WELCOME TO ADAM'S CRAPPY WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets get to the point, BEINg SICK SUCKS! The lastt ime i was able to keep anything down was sunday, i tried to eat monday but yaked that up. All ive been doing is drinking gatorade. So pretty much i havent had anything to eat since sunday.  Its also not very believeable when you say you feel fine but you have a tempreture of 102.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, thats enugh of me complaining, the good news is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY GUY IS BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i shall take my leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11109233-111525333828069333?l=adamssilentscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/feeds/111525333828069333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11109233&amp;postID=111525333828069333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111525333828069333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11109233/posts/default/111525333828069333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamssilentscream.blogspot.com/2005/05/hey-stop-it.html' title='HEY! STOP IT!'/><author><name>The Alien Drummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450756850489094913</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
