<?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-6174949</id><updated>2011-10-10T00:23:15.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CyberStorms</title><subtitle type='html'>My Little World</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-4314291009315375106</id><published>2011-10-10T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T00:21:49.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little annoyances
We are both getting on each other's nerves.  Both getting bothered by the little things that we both do.  I was asked to write down what I wanted from the grocery store today.  She got a little annoyed when I asked about getting some food that I could eat at work &amp; that I wanted a few cans of mushrooms.  She then clarified that she wanted to know what I wanted for evening meals </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/4314291009315375106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/4314291009315375106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-annoyances-we-are-both-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-6629333394334942426</id><published>2011-10-09T23:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T00:23:15.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A poem to SOE (someone else)
Broken messages on a broken board.
I see the post now removed.
To be honest,
I think we both felt something more but
we keep silent in the night.
We lie to each other to keep the silence.
Because of the post now removed,
I don't believe the broken messages.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/6629333394334942426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/6629333394334942426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2011/10/poem-to-soe-someone-else-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-2814838396699483762</id><published>2011-08-15T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T02:20:01.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting here sort-of crying to myself.  Thinking about how I feel like my life is currently F'ed up.  I also started wondering why in the world I'm writing it here.  I know of only two people that would be likely read this &amp; I'm not sure that I really want either one reading this.  I does me no good for either to read it but this is a place that I have posted in the past to release some of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/2814838396699483762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/2814838396699483762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-sitting-here-sort-of-crying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-2884024639157276678</id><published>2011-07-31T02:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T03:23:09.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been many, many years since I last posted here.  I see that I need to redo it because the main graphics have since disappeared.  They got lost somewhere in the vast Internet.  I started reading my previous posts &amp; slowly remembering my past.  Everything that was going on in my life so long ago.  Since then, I occasionally see 'Calc Man'.  I last saw 'Nuclear Man' last August when we helped</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/2884024639157276678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/2884024639157276678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-has-been-many-many-years-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-115391304061896692</id><published>2006-07-27T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T00:04:11.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I believe that the correct answer is more like "not me".  When I go to bed, I go to bed alone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/115391304061896692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/115391304061896692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-i-believe-that-correct-answer-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-115363356343830534</id><published>2006-07-23T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:46:03.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, been a little while since I last wrote.  SO many things I want to write about but I think it best to not talk about them here.  I'm feeling run down and tired again.  I just don't have any ability to recharge.  I get drained physically by working so much.  Working full time for my dad, doing deliveries on the weekend, and taking written comm at wtc (formerly wwtc).  Being around the house </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/115363356343830534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/115363356343830534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-been-little-while-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-115170929038548225</id><published>2006-06-30T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T18:14:50.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I have about 10 minutes before I am to be delivering pizzas.  I have a headache and feel both physically &amp; metally drained.  My great-uncle passed away on June 16th and had the funeral on the 19th.  Later that week, the 22, my father had a mild heart attack around midnight.  He was rushed by ambulence to the hospital where he stayed the night and the next day put 3 stints in.  One arterie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/115170929038548225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/115170929038548225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-i-have-about-10-minutes-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-114725046978239634</id><published>2006-05-10T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T03:41:09.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had decided to go lay down in the basement and fell asleep.  Beth woke me up and was angry about me being down in the basement.  We had a nice long talk about this situation that I have created for myself.  I've been a bit self-centered and that I'm not taking everything into consideration.  WHat else is new, right?  I would like to talk more about it but I think it will have to wait till </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114725046978239634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114725046978239634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-had-decided-to-go-lay-down-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-114722941541717315</id><published>2006-05-09T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:50:15.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, wife made dinner.  It was a chicken &amp; pasta dish.  It tasted very good and tasted like more.  I'm still a little hungry but I'll raid the fridge after a while.  I've been sitting here thinking about what I am feeling with all that is playing out around me.  I'm feeling jealous and unloved.  Wife has been spending all her time with the rommie.  Today, wife said they left about 2.  They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114722941541717315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114722941541717315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-wife-made-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-114722032251697697</id><published>2006-05-09T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:18:42.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I came home from work to find an empty house.  I was all by my self until 7.  I was trying to debate if I wanted to be here when they got home or to be off in never-never land.  I didn't manage to escape.  When they did get home, wife called 'Hi' as they entered and I yelled 'hi' back.  Next thing I here is a whisper about she thinks I'm mad.  It's about the only thing she seems to care </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114722032251697697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114722032251697697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-i-came-home-from-work-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-114706089710396183</id><published>2006-05-07T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:01:37.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up around 1:30pm today.  Started to get my computer hooked up again and to try to start working on it.  Beth said that I really need to work on Donna's computer first.  So I quick assessed her computer of having a bad power supply (which reminds me, I need to get that ordered).  Then I start on my computer.  Reformatted the HD, installed the OS and patches.  I am still having the random </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114706089710396183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114706089710396183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-woke-up-around-130pm-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-114705980037576441</id><published>2006-05-07T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:43:20.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, this turned out to feel like a weekend from hell!  I had to deliver pizza on Friday night.  Afterwards, I packed up the computer and headed out to the LAN Party.  I was lucky I took Tards # with me because the front door was locked.  It was about 11:30pm.  Called him up &amp; he came down to let me in.  I next had to lug my stuff up to the 3rd floor of this warehouse via stairs.  I had my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114705980037576441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114705980037576441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-this-turned-out-to-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-114688498189756437</id><published>2006-05-05T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:09:41.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is sonething that I would like to mention now that I was wanting to mention in my last post but forgot to mention.  I have to keep myself trying to remeber that he is her friend and not mine.  It was her friend to stay with us.  Not for me.  I feel that is something that is important to consider and mention.  I would get in trouble if I where to forget it.  Which would make some of what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114688498189756437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114688498189756437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/05/there-is-sonething-that-i-would-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-114681151005767645</id><published>2006-05-05T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T01:45:10.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm feeling in the mood to complain.  It's being similar to Monday.  Can't sleep well.  I had mentioned that we've had a new roomate.  Well, I've been feeling like the third wheel around here now.  I feel like I don't belong here.  And I feel that I am being treated differtly by both of them then they treat each other.  That is somewhat understandable.  What is keeping me up is that they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114681151005767645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114681151005767645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-im-feeling-in-mood-to-complain.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-114663580924906542</id><published>2006-05-03T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:56:49.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm done with speech class.  I took the final and gave my last speech tonight.  Yay.  Thought I would write about the fact that I got into a fight tonight and lost.  I have a fair sized gash on my left side gum area.  I also got a small gash in my lower lip on the inside and split my lip apart on the outside.  My arch nemesis was.....a sign.  Ya heard me right, a sign.  I had parked in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/114663580924906542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=114663580924906542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114663580924906542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114663580924906542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-im-done-with-speech-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-114653808788979540</id><published>2006-05-01T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:57:10.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another 'lovely' day!  Came home from delivery last night and hopped on the computer at around 10.  I think it was about 11:30 when Dan called to say that he was going to go get some subs and it would be at 1/2 price and asked if we wanted some.  So we all ordered a sub and he &amp; wife stopeed over.  We all had our subs, I showed Dan C&amp;C TS and  Widgets.  He left around 1-ish.  Shortly afterwards I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/114653808788979540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=114653808788979540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114653808788979540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114653808788979540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-lovely-day-came-home-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-114645555941592166</id><published>2006-04-30T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:52:39.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Today seemed like a crappy day.  Got to bed really late from playing some BF2 with Gareth from work.  Woke up to feed the cats and then went back to sleep.  Woke up around noon, hopped onto WoW for a bit while I had windows installing on a computer repair.  Did patching &amp; such while playing WoW.  I was doing this one area that I need a few quests completed but I can't find anyone to help me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114645555941592166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114645555941592166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-today-seemed-like-crappy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-114573051357055984</id><published>2006-04-22T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T01:00:09.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, we've had Fuji since 2/26 now.  It's geeting fustrating because One of the cats has been peeing all over the place.  Would love any suggestions if anyone knows how to break the habit of peeing all over.  I suspect that it's Promie and he is neutered.Going to be seeing "Whose line is it anyways?" tonight.  Hope it will be good.  Colin Mochrie &amp; Brad Sherwood will be there.  I think we have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/114573051357055984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=114573051357055984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114573051357055984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114573051357055984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-weve-had-fuji-since-226-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-114512427598774376</id><published>2006-04-15T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:21:57.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, life's got me down a bit right now.  Been having some issues at home and I really don't know how to deal with them.  I wish I could maybe talk with someone to help me out but there is no one that I really trust to talk with.  And there are many people that I don't want in this conversation.  If they heard anything about it, all they would do is try to take over the situation, try to correct</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114512427598774376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114512427598774376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-lifes-got-me-down-bit-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-114255954327555140</id><published>2006-03-16T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T12:51:04.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, haven't taken much time to write on here.  A bit has changed since the last time I wrote.  We are taking care of a new cat, Fuji.  He's slowly making the transition from his old home to our home.The other main event that has just happened to myself is that I now have chicken pox!!!  They suck!!  Here I was hoping never to have to deal with chicken pox but I got them.  This was spring break </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114255954327555140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/114255954327555140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-havent-taken-much-time-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-113916574449197833</id><published>2006-02-05T12:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:59:54.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, yesterday I was called by another driver to work his shift yesterday night.  I said that I would.  I worked till 11pm and then went home.  APAC man was over and he was wanting to head downtown.  I said I would he would play some pool with me.  So we all headed down to the bar.  Larry and a few others that normaly are not at the bar.  As Mickey said "People seem to be coming out of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/113916574449197833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/113916574449197833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-yesterday-i-was-called-by-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-113832575954958337</id><published>2006-01-26T19:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:46:22.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, the holidays are over.  Been busy with everything.  Fishing man and his gal came back for the weekend.  They were having a late Christmas with his family.  Had a great time seeing them again.  Can't wait for the next visit.  I have a new game that Programming man and his brother introduced me to.  Beth gave it to me for my borthday.  It's a little like settlers but is easier to play, almost</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/113832575954958337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/113832575954958337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-holidays-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-113832428431630921</id><published>2006-01-16T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:11:24.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/113832428431630921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=113832428431630921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/113832428431630921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/113832428431630921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-113832424571656542</id><published>2006-01-07T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:10:45.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birdthay to Boo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/113832424571656542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=113832424571656542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/113832424571656542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/113832424571656542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birdthay-to-boo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-113432274962607486</id><published>2005-12-11T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:09:13.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I've been feeling a little better now that the school is winding down to the end of the semester.  Once school is finished for the semester, I hope to have a little more free time to do nothing.  Maybe play a video game or 2, or to acomplish something around the house.  Well, it looks like I will only be seeing Programming Man this Christmas.  I'm hoping that Fishing Man and his GF will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/113432274962607486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/113432274962607486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-ive-been-feeling-little-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-113264511294261407</id><published>2005-11-22T02:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T01:38:32.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's getting to be that time again.  Starting with Thanksgiving and then moving into Christmas time.  The time that makes me start thinking about family &amp; friends.  I haven't felt like writing much.  I've been keeping very busy with life.  I'm working fulltime at my father's tool &amp; die business, I'm going to college full time, doing computer repair, and now part time pizza delivery.  I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/113264511294261407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=113264511294261407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/113264511294261407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/113264511294261407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-its-getting-to-be-that-time-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-113028891068108496</id><published>2005-10-25T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:08:30.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I haven't had much time to come here and vent about how our lives suck!  Then again, we don't seem to have any friends that care.  I do know that Mickey is trying to drum up some computer repair business for me but that's about it lately.  Andy has vanished into the woodwork for about the last 2-3 months.  Really not sure what's all up with him not visiting us.  This depression gets to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/113028891068108496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=113028891068108496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/113028891068108496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/113028891068108496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-i-havent-had-much-time-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112571037437462145</id><published>2005-09-02T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T20:19:34.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I think I shall start out by thanking my wife for this very nice blog skin.  You can find her links on my links page.  She's been a little sad that I have yet to get a post up.  Been too busy to write much.  Classes started up this week.  I'm going to see if school kills me yet!  Working full time and going to school full time.  15 credits worth.  I'm only on week one and I feel very tired </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112571037437462145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112571037437462145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112571037437462145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112571037437462145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-i-think-i-shall-start-out-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112349071299364734</id><published>2005-06-18T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:45:12.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I hit a nerve or something.  I seemed to stir things up without really trying.  The bookmark thing was just something I had noticed and decided to just mention.  The last we spoke around August, I felt that you hated me and I was surprised that it had appeared.As to everything else, sorry if I'm sounding like making people seem cold.  It was all about me feeling like I'm getting a cold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112349071299364734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112349071299364734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349071299364734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349071299364734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-think-i-hit-nerve-or-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112349066513529483</id><published>2005-05-13T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:44:25.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is so easy to get depressed. And everything in my life just helps to add to that depression. The only thing keeping me from doing anything terrible is myself. I have to keep telling myself that things will get better. I hardly have anybody that wants to talk to me. To say hi. The people that I meet online, pop on say hi for the first time, and then you never hear from them again. Is there just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112349066513529483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112349066513529483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349066513529483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349066513529483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-is-so-easy-to-get-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112349048021783984</id><published>2005-05-12T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:41:20.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello world.  (Great intro isn't it?)  Well, I'm done with this semester of class.  Yay!  I had a good yet bad day.  Good that I managed to finish the semester.  I had a little bit of free time between my 2 classes today and was talked into going with a few classmates of my first class to hooters.  We had some chicken wings and onion rings.  Had a blast.  If I'm lucky I might see them again, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112349048021783984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112349048021783984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349048021783984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349048021783984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112349041103951335</id><published>2005-04-30T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:40:11.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello world.  Been a while since I've written here.  Truthfully, it really doesn't matter whether I write in here or not.  No one cares.  That has easily been proven.  If feels like there are only about 10 or less that care if I'm alive or dead.  I've just been in this sort of no-one-cares-about-me mood today.  On a still bad note, I need to get my butt moving on finishing 3 big projects for this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112349041103951335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112349041103951335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349041103951335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349041103951335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112349033147470125</id><published>2004-11-08T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:38:51.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is done.  I have moved all but our bikes and a couple games that I would like from the old house.  I feel both happy and sad.  Happy to have a place that I own and call my home, sad to leave a small town called Midway where I have lived my last 26 years.  Never venturing far from La Crosse.  I have been out of La Crosse.  I have been to Texas, Florida, and Boston.  But my main life exists only</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112349033147470125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112349033147470125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349033147470125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349033147470125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112349027343505485</id><published>2004-11-06T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:37:53.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is interesting to know how we create the world around us.  How we decide who we spent time with and how we treat them.  No one in this world ever means nothing.  Their life in this world affects others.  Even though many people no longer speak to me, I still mean something in their lives.  Everyone that has been in my life means something to me.  I try to treat others the way I would hope they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112349027343505485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112349027343505485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349027343505485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349027343505485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-is-interesting-to-know-how-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112349022364362044</id><published>2004-11-06T14:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:37:03.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello world.  This week feels like it was the week from hell.  The last 2 weeks have been very busy for me for I have been trying to move 6 years of stuff.  If you don't already know, we bought a house on the north side of La Crosse.  We where suppose to be out of the old house by the 1st of the month but I was unable to do that.  I've still have more to move.  It's been nice that the new house </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112349022364362044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112349022364362044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349022364362044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349022364362044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/11/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112349017296216541</id><published>2004-08-28T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:36:12.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, around 10:30 tonight, I managed to get into a depressed/angry sort of mood, not that anyone cares.  Hey Tim, I think you have it backwards.  I think everyone else is using us for personal gain and then they take off.  We're willing to bend over backwards and do anything we can to help others.  The moment that we ask others for help, they simply are unwilling to help.On a second note, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112349017296216541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112349017296216541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349017296216541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349017296216541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-around-1030-tonight-i-managed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112349008817891302</id><published>2004-08-27T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:34:48.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a good day.  I had a easy day at work.  I sent the majority of the morning delivering 5 fin tables to a company in LaCrosse using a very oversized trailer.  It was fun and yet I was nervous about it because the trailer is almost exactly the width of the right lane heading south thru Onalaska.  I had to drive it on the dotted line or else I would be driving it up on the curb.  :-)  This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112349008817891302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112349008817891302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349008817891302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112349008817891302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348973192594097</id><published>2004-08-16T02:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:33:00.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, Timmy &amp; Andrea, how are you both? I'm doing pretty good. Where to start.... It seems funny to read thru your entry Timmy. So what all have I said that I am to be forgiven for? I did say some mean things on or around 3-21-04 but I'm not asking to be forgiven. Even if I did I'm sure that I would not receive it. I have had many mean things said about me and yet I can move on. We have tried to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348973192594097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348973192594097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348973192594097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348973192594097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-timmy-i-were-willing-to-help-in-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348949024047840</id><published>2004-06-28T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:24:50.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I remember the 3-20 &amp; 3-21 very well.  I was very angry that night.  And now with more knowledge about that time, really only makes me more angry.  I've been trying to keep my anger out of everything.  But that is the reason of this page, trying to get other people to understand the way I feel and they have yet to understand anything!  I do realize that those mentioned don't have anything against</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348949024047840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348949024047840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348949024047840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348949024047840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-remember-3-20-3-21-very-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348934404747234</id><published>2004-06-26T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:22:24.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems so odd that all I do is point out one thing and everyone gets upset at me.  I could be much more evil about things with what I know.  I haven't said many nice things but I don't think I've said any bad things.  I have not been name calling or saying much behind people's backs.  I really don't try to talk about it anymore.  I've said my gripes and they have gotten no response.  With the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348934404747234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348934404747234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348934404747234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348934404747234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/06/it-seems-so-odd-that-all-i-do-is-point.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348927738085895</id><published>2004-06-13T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:21:17.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AirFest was good.  Got a bit burned even thou we were under a tent!  Then in the evening, we went to see Garfield with James.  Great movie.  Afterwards, we went and bought about $60 in DVDs.  We watched The Last Unicorn and James fell asleep half way through and had a Domino's Pizza.  Had a blast.  I hope James can come over another night to watch more videos.  I still have to have him watch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348927738085895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348927738085895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348927738085895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348927738085895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/06/airfest-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348922629509085</id><published>2004-06-09T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:20:26.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw Andrea yesterday on our way into LaCrosse.  We past her next to the Subway on the north side of LaCrosse.  She was busy talking on her cell phone heading towards Onalaska.  We where heading down to the movie theatre to go see Harry Potter 3.  I thought it was a very good movie.  The books are far better but it's hard to stick it all into just 2 hours and 20 minutes.  The credits where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348922629509085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348922629509085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348922629509085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348922629509085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-saw-andrea-yesterday-on-our-way-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348914159682343</id><published>2004-06-07T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:19:01.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had told Beth that after I wrote the last entry that I would get a response.  My guess was right.  I did get a reply on 5-24.  If you know what to write, you can get a response out of people.  For the most of it, I had guessed correctly.  And there was a thing or two that I don't believe.  But, things are now the way they are and the past can't be changed.  I can only hope for a better tomorrow</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348914159682343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348914159682343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348914159682343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348914159682343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-had-told-beth-that-after-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348891062039006</id><published>2004-05-23T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:15:10.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been almost a month since I last wrote.  Few new things in my life.  Beth &amp; I now have newer computers that are much faster then before.  You can read Beth's page about Jon moving out of town.  I did well this last term of school.  I'm hoping that I will finish with my schooling soon so that I can go out and get a bigger and better job; maybe owning my own company.  That just about sums it all up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348891062039006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348891062039006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348891062039006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348891062039006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/05/been-almost-month-since-i-last-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348883201341102</id><published>2004-04-25T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:15:21.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, life sucks and then you die. Such dreary weather yesterday &amp; today. It's exactly the same way that I feel. Dreary. Haven't done anything productive this weekend. I should be cleaning and organizing, but I just have not. Sort of a depressed feeling. And a bit of loneliness in there too. Most of our friends have gone and left us. It hurts to think that people who claimed to be our friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348883201341102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348883201341102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348883201341102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348883201341102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-life-sucks-and-then-you-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348876831390203</id><published>2004-04-22T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:12:48.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, this time, my bad.  I was in the living room having dinner.  That was why I wasn't replying.  I can't say that I ever expected much conversation from a kat that is stuck in a bathroom for almost all of it's current life.  Hence, I wasn't spending ALL my time in the computer room.  During the very little conversation we were having, I was busy walking back and forth from the kitchen to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348876831390203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348876831390203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348876831390203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348876831390203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/04/ok-this-time-my-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348864368224477</id><published>2004-04-15T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:10:43.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, It's been over a week and not much for replies.  I believe that there are 3 possibilities as to my lack of replies.  I'm being ignored, people simply don't want to answer me, or that people were not able to understand or comprehend what my questions are.  I will assume that I know the answers to my questions.  Feel free to contradict them; even thou I don't think anyone will!  And for those</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348864368224477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348864368224477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348864368224477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348864368224477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-its-been-over-week-and-not-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348843806102620</id><published>2004-04-05T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:07:18.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not trying to ignore anyone. I was not around.  And since then, I have just felt too busy to reply to people.  Had class on Thursday.  Was out with Jon on Friday for supper.  Spend Saturday working on chores around the house. And spent Sunday with family playing settlers &amp; watching firefly.    I gaze into my magic 8 ball and ask "will life go on?"  I flip it over and it replies "outlook good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348843806102620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348843806102620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348843806102620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348843806102620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-not-trying-to-ignore-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348830614497753</id><published>2004-04-01T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:05:06.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I see people are still coming to me to try to find out any information that I may have.  I didn't have any to share about this one.  Something new that was going on that I was not aware of.  All of the information that I have and I really have nothing to do with it.  Most of it will just end up sitting on the shelf collecting dust.  And the same thing will become of the questions I have posed.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348830614497753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348830614497753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348830614497753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348830614497753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-see-people-are-still-coming-to-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348821126571846</id><published>2004-03-31T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:04:02.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm in a great mood. I can't seem to stop laughing. It's cool that people think one thing but the truth is about half a mile in the other direction. It's bound to only get better. :-) *walks to the other room to laugh some more*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348821126571846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348821126571846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348821126571846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348821126571846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-im-in-great-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348804565091685</id><published>2004-03-25T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:00:45.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beth &amp; I both agree, we've had enough.  I'm find out about lies that have been told to me.  I very much dislike liars.  That's what happened to Larry.  He started lying to me.  I removed him from my life.  Others have lied to me and I tried to give them second chances.  I choose not to lie.  Why should I have to hide behind lies?  That's basically what people are doing when they lie; they are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348804565091685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348804565091685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348804565091685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348804565091685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/03/beth-they-are-hiding-i-really-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348799482521445</id><published>2004-03-24T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:59:54.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This just seems to get more &amp; more interesting every day. Just all of a sudden, Tim feels a need to talk with me &amp; Beth. He never tried to come &amp; talk to us until just this week. Strange. Since he has been talking with me, he keeps assuming that I am trying to get him angry. Why would I be trying to get him angry? I may not see eye-to-eye with him, but I'm not really wanting to go around causing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348799482521445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348799482521445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348799482521445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348799482521445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/03/this-just-seems-to-get-more-talk-to-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348793750196119</id><published>2004-03-21T01:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:58:57.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would like to change my entry below slightly.  I think A is now happy that she can be with T.  I was feeling concerned that she might do what she has done in the past when she is feeling low.  When we had left her at home tonight, she was crying and very upset with everything.  So I had just drove over to her house to make an attempt to make sure that she was doing ok and not doing bad things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348793750196119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348793750196119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348793750196119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348793750196119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-would-like-to-change-my-entry-below.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348786610203550</id><published>2004-03-21T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:57:46.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I think it's official.  Tim has won the battle.  Let us analyze this for a moment.  What was the battle?  My theory is that A started dating J and T found out about it.  He was jealous and started to try getting into A's life as much as possible.  Saying things like he's a changed person, yada, yada....  He was trying to win A away from J and I think that he has won.  A thinks that she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348786610203550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348786610203550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348786610203550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348786610203550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-i-think-its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348781300088455</id><published>2004-03-18T00:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:56:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It sometimes hurts to know the truth to what where just guesses and that those guesses where correct.  There hasn't been many times that I have been wrong on my guesses.  Only on the trivial stuff with my wife am I about 50% right.  I wonder why I do the things I do.  I have a friend who has been having problems lately &amp; in the past.  Someone who I have cared very deeply for since probably HS.  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348781300088455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348781300088455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348781300088455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348781300088455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/03/it-sometimes-hurts-to-know-truth-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348774508193964</id><published>2004-03-13T05:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:55:45.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is very late for me.  I should have been in bed a long time ago.  I was playing 'Giants' till about 3am when a strange login name IM'ed me.  And I have been having some interesting conversations up till now.  And once again I get started at digging into myself.  Trying to look at my life.  Depressive thoughts start creeping in.  I'm asked about friendship.  To be truthful, right now I am not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348774508193964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348774508193964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348774508193964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348774508193964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/03/it-is-very-late-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348765259514012</id><published>2004-03-07T03:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:54:12.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lot has happened since I last wrote.  I would like to write about all of it but I'm not in the mood to write all of it down.  At least not right now.  I've been wishing that I have not changed over the last few years, but I have.  After thinking hard about it these last few weeks, I really don't know myself anymore.  I use to know exactly who I am, but I don't feel I can say that now.  I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348765259514012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348765259514012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348765259514012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348765259514012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/03/lot-has-happened-since-i-last-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348748491911059</id><published>2004-01-26T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:51:24.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been almost a month since I last wrote an entry.  I would have written a few more but I have been just too busy.  Now that classes are back in session, I've been busy with class work.  Spent last weekend babysitting my nephews from Sat to Sun.  Watched them play hockey.  They lost 1 to 5 to Onalaska.  Statistically, they did very well.  Onalaska made 36 shots and only made 5, while LaCresent made</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348748491911059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348748491911059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348748491911059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348748491911059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/01/been-almost-month-since-i-last-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348739335703849</id><published>2004-01-09T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:49:53.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it's getting close to my birthday.  My friend Andrea just had her birthday yesterday.  She was talking about going out to drink but no one let us know what was going on, so we ended up just sitting around at home.  Chad leaves on Sunday.  My classes start on Monday.  Busy times, I guess.  Last Saturday Andrea, Chad, Beth, &amp; I all went up to visit Chris in Wisconsin Rapids.  I think everyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348739335703849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348739335703849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348739335703849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348739335703849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/01/well-its-getting-close-to-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348731869494118</id><published>2004-01-02T01:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:48:38.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's the new year.  The time of reflection over the last year and thought into what I want this new year to bring,  It's probably a great time to ask myself 'WHY?'  Of all the questions that I have floating thru my mind, they all require 'why?'  With just a hint of 'what?'  Millions of questions but they never are fully answered.  I guess that life would just be so boring if I knew the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348731869494118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348731869494118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348731869494118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348731869494118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2004/01/well-its-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348717292881446</id><published>2003-12-31T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:46:12.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's vacation time again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348717292881446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348717292881446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348717292881446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348717292881446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/12/its-vacation-time-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348713159303170</id><published>2003-12-28T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:45:31.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas vacation is just about over.  Hope everyone had a good Christmas &amp; that Santa was good to them.  I was spoiled rotten again this year for Christmas.  For the most part everything has been pretty good.  Not much to complain about, hence, the lack of entries.  That's basically what this page was set up for but I haven't had much to complain about.  I got to see Chad on Friday night &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348713159303170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348713159303170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348713159303170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348713159303170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-vacation-is-just-about-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348708009607201</id><published>2003-12-25T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:44:40.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope everyone has a Very Merry Christmas!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348708009607201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348708009607201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348708009607201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348708009607201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-hope-everyone-has-very-merry.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348701475419952</id><published>2003-12-19T05:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:43:34.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Classes are finally over with for the semester.  Yeah!  I skipped out of work 2 hours early yesterday so that I could finish up my final projects for the class.  I'm up early right now to go and make up those 2 hours of missed work.  Won't they be surprised that I'm out there before 8am.  Well, It's looking like I'm getting 2 A's and a B.  Not too bad.  Now to try to just sit back and relax and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348701475419952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348701475419952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348701475419952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348701475419952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/12/classes-are-finally-over-with-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348695751288529</id><published>2003-12-10T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:43:53.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is some small change but everything is because of the lack of change. And because of that lack of change, things can never be.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348695751288529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348695751288529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348695751288529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348695751288529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/12/there-is-some-small-change-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348690044245660</id><published>2003-12-09T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:41:40.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All is quiet on the blog front.  No one is writing much, but everyone keeps looking.  Just seems odd that everyone is concerned about the others but don't say anything about it. There are lots of things I could write but I'm choosing to be very selective &amp; stay within my little protective shell.  My life is always 2 sided.  The one I let people see, and the one inside; like I have explained </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348690044245660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348690044245660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348690044245660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348690044245660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/12/all-is-quiet-on-blog-front.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348684521475298</id><published>2003-12-06T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:40:45.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seems a bit dreary outside.  Well, last night we went and got new tires put onto the car.  It was just a sliding before in the snow.  :-(  Hopefully it won't slide now.  I bit after that I started feeling angry &amp; upset.  I just could not figure out why.  I still don't know why.  Beth was all worried that it was her.  I'm not really sure if that is true or not.  Maybe it's male pms or something.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348684521475298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348684521475298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348684521475298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348684521475298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/12/seems-bit-dreary-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-107073825879671521</id><published>2003-12-05T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T13:20:48.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First snow fall of the year to stay for a little while.  Started about 10pm last night.  Had about an inch of snow but now it's melting.  Classes are done for the week and the work day seems to be flying past.  It helps that I can use my free time at work to program and keep my mind busy.  Trying to create a program that can track a game of acquire.  It'll help do all the little stuff, so I won't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/107073825879671521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/107073825879671521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/12/first-snow-fall-of-year-to-stay-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-107073833521217059</id><published>2003-12-03T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T13:20:30.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Done with work and getting ready to head out to school.  At work I continued to think.  I never seem to have anything better to do at work.  I was thinking about how it seems a bit like this:  one person is saying apple, another saying banana, a third saying orange while they are actually talking about pineapples.  I think that Beth &amp; I should just enter into a hibernation like state until such </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/107073833521217059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/107073833521217059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/12/done-with-work-and-getting-ready-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-107073845844656872</id><published>2003-12-03T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T13:21:09.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lunch Time!  I can't wait for school to be done on the 18th.  I will then be able to sit back and try to relax for a little while until the spring semester.  Everyone's lives seem to be in disarray as the Christmas time approaches.  I was told some answers to my questions in my last entry.  Today while thinking, I have been enlightened by those answers as to that I understand myself a bit more as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/107073845844656872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/107073845844656872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/12/lunch-time-i-cant-wait-for-school-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-112348674297201101</id><published>2003-11-28T01:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:39:02.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I should say happy thanksgiving to everyone, even if I don't feel all that great.  I'm being told not to piss people off, but lately, I'm really wanting to piss off a lot of people.  A person once told me that to destroy a relationship, both sides contribute to it's destruction.  I'm feeling ready to pour the gasoline on it and light a match and watch it burn, for my side of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348674297201101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348674297201101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348674297201101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348674297201101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-guess-i-should-say-happy_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-107073852826973179</id><published>2003-11-28T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T13:23:11.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I should say happy thanksgiving to everyone, even if I don't feel all that great.  I'm being told not to piss people off, but lately, I'm really wanting to piss off a lot of people.  A person once told me that to destroy a relationship, both sides contribute to it's destruction.  I'm feeling ready to pour the gasoline on it and light a match and watch it burn, for my side of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/107073852826973179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/107073852826973179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-guess-i-should-say-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-112348663948703605</id><published>2003-11-26T10:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:37:19.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm at work.  Little bit of free time in-between parts.  The monotony of doing a repetitious task.  You end up having nothing better to do than to think about anything.  It's about the only way I can keep myself from falling asleep.  To top it all of, all of my thoughts end up being hateful and full of anger.  Then I think "How can I get rid of my anger?"  What is it I'm looking for to solve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348663948703605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348663948703605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348663948703605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348663948703605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/11/im-at-work_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-107073864479669591</id><published>2003-11-26T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T13:24:26.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm at work.  Little bit of free time in-between parts.  The monotony of doing a repetitious task.  You end up having nothing better to do than to think about anything.  It's about the only way I can keep myself from falling asleep.  To top it all of, all of my thoughts end up being hateful and full of anger.  Then I think "How can I get rid of my anger?"  What is it I'm looking for to solve </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/107073864479669591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/107073864479669591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/11/im-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-112348658089510923</id><published>2003-11-24T23:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:36:20.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been telling everyone that I'm feeling just fine but in fact that's not always the case.  After thinking about it a little bit, I came to the conclusion that maybe I just don't want to have people worrying about me.  I always try to be strong for both me &amp; for others.  Sort of like m&amp;m's...hard outside...soft inside.  I want everyone else to be happy and not worry about my happiness.  My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348658089510923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348658089510923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348658089510923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348658089510923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/11/ive-been-telling-everyone-that-im_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-107073870418096303</id><published>2003-11-24T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T13:25:25.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been telling everyone that I'm feeling just fine but in fact that's not always the case.  After thinking about it a little bit, I came to the conclusion that maybe I just don't want to have people worrying about me.  I always try to be strong for both me &amp; for others.  Sort of like m&amp;m's...hard outside...soft inside.  I want everyone else to be happy and not worry about my happiness.  My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/107073870418096303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/107073870418096303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/11/ive-been-telling-everyone-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174949.post-112348650592197029</id><published>2003-11-17T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:35:05.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I went &amp; had a nice long talk with boo.  I hope that it helped her feel better.  She should not feel bad at all for anything last night.  I haven't answered all the questions she would like to know and she didn't ask.  She answered a few of mine that I'm afraid to ask.  I care a lot about her and would be willing to help in any way.  I feel very enlightened by our talk last night.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348650592197029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348650592197029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348650592197029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348650592197029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/11/last-night-i-went-had-nice-long-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348634944953808</id><published>2003-11-16T02:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:32:29.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Decided to try &amp; cook.  I must say that the bacon I just cooked just melts in your mouth!!!  Beth wishes she could do it as good as I just did.  She's wanting more.  LOL.  Was thinking of going out for food, but I decided to stay home &amp; try to cook.  not too bad.  The bacon was definitely better that I would have gotten there, but I have to work at getting the eggs to cook right.  The bacon is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348634944953808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348634944953808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348634944953808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348634944953808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/11/decided-to-try-cook.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348624538658773</id><published>2003-11-09T03:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:30:45.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not sure all what to say.  But felt that I should say something.  Two people wrote &amp; let me know they read this.  One told me that I was wrong.  :-)  It's sort of nice to hear someone tell you that they care.  It's not necessarily the exact care that one might be looking for but it helps.  I had gotten angry at someone, tried to write about it.  For the fact that I don't like to be called a liar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348624538658773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348624538658773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348624538658773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348624538658773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/11/not-sure-all-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348616686554089</id><published>2003-05-17T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:29:26.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's always the problem of trying to make new friends.  You meet new people to try to be friends with.  They talk about coming over or calling up.  Does it ever happen?  Nope.  You still get to see them but it's always I have to call them, they'll never call me.  It's almost like none of my friends even care about me.  I doubt that any of them care about how I feel.  Or the fact you try to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348616686554089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348616686554089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348616686554089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348616686554089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/05/theres-always-problem-of-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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-6174949.post-112348604900046737</id><published>2003-05-14T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:27:29.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling a little bit depressed.  I'm learning about others that are feeling depressed.  The fact that I probably have more reasons to be depressed and yet I show little of it to others (not that anyone other than Beth &amp; family would care.)  My one friend is upset with her boyfriend &amp; says there is also something else but I haven't guess what.  Another feels depressed about not having any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/feeds/112348604900046737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174949&amp;postID=112348604900046737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348604900046737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174949/posts/default/112348604900046737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gregabyte.blogspot.com/2003/05/im-feeling-little-bit-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Gregabyte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962672567355700988</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>
