<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516</id><updated>2009-02-21T03:08:11.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Dot Brothers</title><subtitle type='html'>ALEX - JESSE - DAN - BRENT - THOMAS - KYLIE - LEPPER - VINCE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18304094332491793636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-116475889240282676</id><published>2006-11-28T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:01:11.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And then I never, ever had to go to English Class again... until January 9th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7435/1575/1600/63295/HotFacesAllAround.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7435/1575/200/733791/HotFacesAllAround.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hey Buds!  So this should be my last English class, which is pretty sweet I suppose.  For all of my complaining, I actually enjoy this class - the prof is really great and the workload is light, and since it's my arts elective I'm thankful for that.  You know, all my life I've tried to take the "hard" English, and without fail, 100% of the time, it's way easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last weekend I went to Halifax and stayed at Jesse's mini-rez.  It was a good time, messy perhaps, but good.  I got to see a lot of people, but not all of them - because although some of them called at approximately three in the morning, they never found cab fare.  I finally got to meet Myra, one of Jesse's internet friends, so that was solid.  Halifax is scary; on the bus ride there I sat next to someone who kept talking about where people were murdered, and then this person kept staring at me on the bus.  Went to see Casino Royale with Myra, Jesse and Brent, which I must say is a fucking awesome movie, I've never liked a Bond movie but I loved this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the power of Facebook, I have been able to re-meet a bunch of my old friends from Shelburne - it's crazy to see everyone and how they've changed, and good to get to know people again.  Maybe I'll be able to meet up with some of them at some point, as a bunch of them are in Hali and I go there every few weekends anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what other pointless crap do I have to ramble about in order to escape the hellish reality of my everyday life... Classes are over on Monday!  Can't wait.... Although I'm pretty much stuck in Wuffle until the 18th, because I have a Psychology midterm, which is just perfect.  Let me tell you one thing I've learned so far about Psychology.... it's not real....  Maybe when I have a stretch of time I'll go and visit Hali during exam period, lord knows I'll need a study break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class is over, we have to do course evaluations, any I'll ttyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture?  Yeah it was a good time last weekend, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Alex might be getting incredibly mad in a while.... but you'll hear about it if that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-116475889240282676?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/116475889240282676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=116475889240282676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116475889240282676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116475889240282676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-then-i-never-ever-had-to-go-to.html' title='And then I never, ever had to go to English Class again... until January 9th'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18304094332491793636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14043643406023589529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-116459891162437882</id><published>2006-11-26T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:42:03.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6076/3089/1600/375563/JAAC%20pics%20375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6076/3089/320/240507/JAAC%20pics%20375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can you say "Last week of classes?" I can...but I'm scared of baers right now... Even though it brings me closer to the day I go home (Dec. 11th/12th) there's a few obstacles that stand between the final day of classes and home... They're called EXAMS!  *FEAR* Yeah...I need to do wicked on my Natural Disasters exam, which is set for Nov. 30th. I've got two more exams for my INFX class, which I believe is on Dec. 6th and Dec 11th. Basically this week will be nothing but me, shutting myself away from society and reading anything that has to do with Volcanoes, Hurricanes, Blizzards, Earthquakes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for anything else that's going on in my life...I moved my room around...it's..nice...and...I...don't have much else to report I guess. I lead a pretty boring life lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything interesting does happen, then I'll probably post something more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters&lt;br /&gt;- Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-116459891162437882?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/116459891162437882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=116459891162437882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116459891162437882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116459891162437882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-you-say-last-week-of-classes-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507853684628951938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09483752207748598201'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-116415746538399167</id><published>2006-11-21T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:04:25.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If someone else would post that would be just fabulous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7435/1575/1600/713198/StopLightHomecoming%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7435/1575/400/190671/StopLightHomecoming%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So who else is sick? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per usual, I'm here in English, and can you guess what we're talking about?  You've got it.  Natives.  This time, it's about using humour to talk about Native issues instead of anger.  Although I think it's about time to move on - to a play!  Hurray!  Except for the fact that the play is essential about a man who comes over for dinner and then leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished my midterms, and now I just have a few assignments to do - so hopefully if everything works out I'll be able to go to Halifax for the weekend and chill with the Baers et al because supposedly there is a party for some reason.  Acadia has been kinda blah, just because now we have 23 hour quiet due to exams and everyone seems to be sick.  Basically, my major accomplishment last weekend was taking a bath.  Although I did manage to get a wine glass with "Al-Baer" engraved on it for five bucks at a craft fair they had in the gym, so that's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does everyone finish exams?   I can't wait to get home and party all through Christmas break - my goal is to forget everything I've learned first semester.  I mean, it's better to start fresh, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see Michael Richard's racist tirade?  I'm sure by now you've all heard about it.  Personally, I think it's 2 parts terrifying, 2 parts racist, and three parts hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture?  Wellll it's kind of a long story.  Magic Johnson was supposed to visit Acadia as some sort of Sodexho promotion (On September 26th!), and well... didn't.  So someone stole the poster that advertised his arrival, leaving a ransom note stating that in order for the poster to be returned, Magic himself would have to come here.  So yeah, someone then stole the poster from him, and then the meal hall staff found out about it, so the thief once removed had to return it to the guy who originally stole it, and then we posed for photographs before it was returned.  An emotional moment, for certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-116415746538399167?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/116415746538399167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=116415746538399167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116415746538399167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116415746538399167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-someone-else-would-post-that-would.html' title='If someone else would post that would be just fabulous'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18304094332491793636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14043643406023589529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-116355004387027170</id><published>2006-11-14T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:28:15.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/1600/IMG_0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/400/IMG_0461.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hey Buds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was freakin' sweet.  Everyone managed to get to A.Dot for the weekend and an intense amount of partying ensued.  Friday night was spent hanging out and eventually meeting up at Bamb's (it had been too long since my lips tasted the sweet, sweet greasiness of a late night slice).  Saturday I managed to get out to Camp Tidnish with Sarah, and then our boss randomly showed up to show someone around, so it was good to see her and the camp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, a few of us went to Port Elgin with Brent, and as he is now 19, we had a rather large order to be placed.  It was great. That night a bunch of people went to Nicole's, which was a good time, and then of course we all congregated back at our natural habitat (Bamb's) and went to another Amherst hotspot (the Elementary school playground) before returning home.  Although the Bamb's people seemed very agitated, the police were apparently called because a bunch of people were standing in the aisle (although considering the restaurant only seats like 15 people there wasn't really anywhere else to be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the party took place at Kylie's, which was also a good time, and eventually Dan and I returned to Carly's and ate a whole lot of McChickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, instead of paying attention in English, here I am.  Well, I am paying attention, but we're discussing tribes and Indian rights and how native people map different?  I don't know. This is going to be a fun final, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot of crap to do this week - a couple midterms and labs, etc.  Oh well.  I don't really have anything interesting to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The picture was taken on Nicole's deck, it's kind of a miracle we got all the brothers together in one spot for a photo-op. Note that the four on the left are smiling with their teeth, and the four one the right aren't - I found that neat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-116355004387027170?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/116355004387027170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=116355004387027170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116355004387027170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116355004387027170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/11/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend :)'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18304094332491793636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14043643406023589529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-116295072275134706</id><published>2006-11-07T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:52:02.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So What Else Is New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/1600/JazzBand1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/400/JazzBand1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hey Buds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of excited to see everyone back in the A.Dot this weekend.  Some of you I haven't seen since last summer, which is totally uncool.  I'm going to be taking the bus to Halifax sometime late Friday, and then mother is picking me up, so I think I'm giving Daniel-san, Brent and Jesse a ride, sorry to anyone else but they asked first and we only have the lil' car. Party time to the max once we arrive in town, just so everyone's aware.  I'm currently here in English Class... and if you guessed that we're taking about anything related to English, you'd be a fucking moron, because we're obviously talking about NATIVE RIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I randomly got strep throat last weekend so pretty much spent the whole time in bed/my rez.  Bonnie was kind enough to go with me to the clinic so I could see a doctor (thank you Bonnie) and then we went and got penicillin/poutine/donairs  because she had never had a donair because she's crazy.  So anyway, the point of my story is I owe Bonnie a trip to the clinic when her inevitable problem needs to be put in a trash can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my quest to switch into engineering I've hit yet another snag (I enjoy how Acadia is like blah blah blah you can switch at any time, and the one time I try to change it's a definite no).  However, since I don't understand the concept of giving up, I'm going to keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photograph is an old picture of jazz band from the time that I had class all weekend.  I thought I'd put it up mostly because I think it makes the posts more entertaining and I haven't taken any interesting pictures lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnd we're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-116295072275134706?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/116295072275134706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=116295072275134706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116295072275134706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116295072275134706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-what-else-is-new.html' title='So What Else Is New'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18304094332491793636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14043643406023589529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-116241484073258188</id><published>2006-11-01T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T01:46:36.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Dan is a silly bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6076/3089/1600/Saturday%20Night3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6076/3089/320/Saturday%20Night3.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing that posting is all the rage...so why not follow along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you've heard from me was a few days into the frosh week...shiiit..talk about awhile ago. I've totally switched programs, from Managment to Informatics (Computer Science and Buisness aspects rolled all into one) I really disliked the Managment and was stressing out over it. After I got into the INFX program, I've never enjoyed school work as much lol (Don't get me wrong, it can still burn in Hell, but at least I somewhat like it lol) Although I haven't been doing as well as I could have hoped, and that's kinda been getting to me. My studying habits have yet to make a turn for the best. I still procrastinate badly, and been trying to turn that around. I'm pretty sure I'm sitting around a "C" average...just a guess though. I got a "D" on both my Informatics and Natural Disasters midterms (duh, yeah, I know). When it came down to the INFX oral exam, I blanked out so bad during one portion of it, that all I remember seeing was white...I couldn't move any bodly function, couldn't blink, couldn't breathe...kinda scared the shit out of me because I had no idea what my Profs were talking about. Until luckly he said something I remembered and snapped out of it. Although after that fucking midterm, i speed-walked home, knocked on Kit's door and basically just hugged her because I was shaking so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about that school work...you're probably wondering who "Kit" is. She's a good friend of mine who lives on my floor, in my tower at Risley. I invited her up for the long weekend to show her around Adot as well as party with all who is going home, so you may be able to meet her if she decides to come. I've made quite a few new friends...it's a slow process, but it's coming along. I do truly miss my buds, and for the past few weeks, there hasn't been a day where I haven't thought about next weekend. I was thinking of going up to St. Thomas this weekend, but I don't wanna have to miss an INFX quiz for it, because they only drop two of the lowest ones, and since I came into the course late, Quiz #1 has already been dropped, and don't wanna have to risk another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to eat as healthy as I can to stay away from the horrible *DEEP VOICE* Freshman 15 *END DEEP VOICE* Although me, Jesse and Brent have been ordering Greco at least once every week (up until a few weekends ago) At one point we had Lepper over for some poker and ordered 3 pizzas, 2 cinastrips and 1 garlic fingers lol, it was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm done typing for now.. I can't wait to see everyone on the long weekend, just to hang out, get drunk, get some Bam's, maybe have a brewski at Dooly's bahaha...if only... Feel free 'mon down to Hali and visit, I'm sure I could steal a couch from the lounge for you to stay on. Oh, and shut up about site updates, I'll get them up when I get to it...I've been busy, and when I'm not busy, I'm lazy..so shut up lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-116241484073258188?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/116241484073258188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=116241484073258188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116241484073258188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116241484073258188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/11/that-dan-is-silly-bitch.html' title='That Dan is a silly bitch'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507853684628951938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09483752207748598201'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-116240920460727496</id><published>2006-11-01T15:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:32:19.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Status of Brent: Alive and Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6169/3089/1600/DSC01060.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6169/3089/320/DSC01060.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...yes I'm still surviving college life.  I must say I'm relieved midterms are finally behind me, assuming that wasn't a given.  Wednesday is normally my worst day, but well...I decided to skip 3 of my classes to do a 1-hour assignment.  I didn't really think that through, but I'm not really regretting it either....once I finish my work and go to my night class tonight, I'm pretty much done my homework for the week...then it's time to rock.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a different attitude to life here than the rest of us.  Since I've lived in about 344323 different places in my transition from home in Amherst to here in Hali, I haven't really had anywhere to call home...so being here in rez feels like home to me.  I'm definitely enjoying having a double room to myself, especially after spending about $150 on posters to make me feel even more at home.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was Halloween...it didn't feel right without coming home with 26 pounds of candy, but it still wasn't a bad night.  Spent half of it walking to and from a liquor store which ended up not being open, and the other half sitting in a room with 10 people playing stupid drinking games...coulda been worse.  Oh wait, it WAS when that girl dressed as an angel puked all over the floor and I ran and hid in the kitchen just so I wouldn't have to be in the same room as her.  Oh well, you gotta take the bitter with the sweet.....or well, the digested with the fermented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I think I'd be correct in saying I'm the most excited about Remembrance Day weekend....I forget exactly why, but I'm sure everyone else knows why.  All I'm saying.  Definitely looking forward to seeing ya'll then.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-116240920460727496?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/116240920460727496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=116240920460727496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116240920460727496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116240920460727496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/11/status-of-brent-alive-and-well_01.html' title='Status of Brent: Alive and Well'/><author><name>Brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987455808014062914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14080320503099651824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-116236151772625852</id><published>2006-11-01T01:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T02:20:16.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good call, Its Jesse's turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6105/3089/1600/IMG_0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6105/3089/320/IMG_0344.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So, it's 2 am in the morning, and I'm finishing up an assignment due the next morning, cause I'm a procrastinator like that, but ya'll knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was pretty sweet, even though Alex conked out early I partied on through the night. Acadia is a really nice place, nice and quiet and friendly.  I lost my return ticket though, which screwed me over an extra 15$.  As for me and Halifax,  I'm liking it.  Oh and for those who didn't know, yeah I've got a hernia. If you don't know what that means...ask your father. I've been out of work and will be for a loooooong ass time. Which kills me, I love work... Sobeys family 4 life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dal is sweet, I'm in mini rez which is still on campus, but it's a smaller version of traditional residences. It's like a big ass house with 14 people in it, 6 on my floor, 5 on the next, and 3 on the next. I've got a sweet big room with a DECK. Come on and check it out kiddies. The food is good, the people are good...but wait, it doesn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a talk with a good old friend of mine, we've come to realize that this just feels like a big ass temporary replacement. The people and new friends we make are great! But they will never truly be our "buds". I still feel like I'm just in some hotel room, in town for some meeting and I'll be back home soon. You can be at the biggest party in the world, with all kinds of great people, but without your "buds" there, you stand alone. Well atleast that's how I feel. If you don't like it you can, FUCK OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm pumped as HELL for rememberance day weekend as I'm sure we all are. We most definitly need to have a good ole poker game for old times sake, and of course a trip to Bams, and the quarry. We ride together, we die together. Bad boys for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-116236151772625852?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/116236151772625852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=116236151772625852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116236151772625852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116236151772625852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-call-its-jesses-turn.html' title='Good call, Its Jesse&apos;s turn'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519636064241767799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16039137599328715070'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-116234517711289845</id><published>2006-10-31T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:46:36.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Christ Post For The Love Of Fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/1600/StopLightHomecoming%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/400/StopLightHomecoming%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Well, I thought that I might as well post due to the fact that nobody does, even though I know you're still alive.  So I'm sitting in English class, which is just the most fantabulous class of life, and I'm thoroughly enjoying our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONSTANT DISCUSSIONS ON NATIVE RIGHTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope everyone did well on their midterms, and all that jazz - people here don't tend to do very well, it seems.  Everyone is going to drop chem, and even though I did good on the midterm I'm thinking that perhaps I will switch into engineering.  If I can do this and not add another year onto my degree I'll consider it - this means I'll be going to Dal in two years, and may even have to do a summer course at SMU if I cannot get my courses in..... Omg I'm potentially goin' to SMU! (Keep in mind this is very much in plan stage right now so before you go telling everyone Alex is dropping chem and transferring to SMU, don't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess Baer came to visit last weekend, and it was an interesting time - that is all I'm going to say.  Let's just say that there was an Engineering kegger and that everyone in my rez had a bad night.  It was good to see an old bud and all that fun stuff.  University had been quite a wild ride, so any essence of normalcy is greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back on the topic of this English class, we just spend like half an hour trying to get a 20 second clip to play.  And then when it did play, nobody could hear it.  Woot.  I love these ten minute presentations - the first two hours of them were slow, but now that we're entering hour three I think my interest is peaking.  Who knew that Coyote was such an influential figurehead in Native Spirituality?  Who could have guessed that people on reserves form a "close-knit community"? This next presentation is on "Native Myth vs Christianity", and I think we all know who the clear victor is......... That's right, me, for getting to experience yet another amazing presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At this point, I'm just rambling, because I have absolutely nothing else to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if anyone else has noticed, but I guess it's Halloween, although it doesn't feel like it because this is the first year I haven't gone trick-or-treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just decided I need a break from Acadia, so if any of you people who read this live far away and are willing to put up with me for a few days and provide food and/or adventure, let me know. And woah, Brent you are totally coming to Amherst for Remembrance Day, because we need to celebrate your 19th FUCKING BIRTHDAY!!!  Congrats bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all for now, I suppose.  As my life will surely be thrown into turmoil with the next round of midterms, perhaps I will be able to take time and post during my English classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The picture is us heading out to.... I don't remember.  Homecoming Party I think. And yes, I have gotten fat, and yes, I am chewing on a shoe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-116234517711289845?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/116234517711289845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=116234517711289845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116234517711289845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/116234517711289845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/10/jesus-christ-post-for-love-of-fuck.html' title='Jesus Christ Post For The Love Of Fuck'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18304094332491793636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14043643406023589529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115949963197688038</id><published>2006-09-29T00:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:16:10.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>b-l-o-g, its my first blog since '93</title><content type='html'>i hope no one has forgotten about me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm back in the game, well for the first time i guess. now that dan has completely straightened me out as far as this whole site is concerned, expect me to be here regularly. i still might need some rope-showing from you guys, but i should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;so wow whats going on? is school treating everyone well? i handed in my first paper this week...and had three tests. its not too bad so far though. there are only four people in my english class, which is pretty fucking cool. our teacher said she would take us to her house and get pizza and stuff. even go on field trips maybe.&lt;br /&gt;how is the friend making going? kylie and i have made a couple and its pretty cool. i miss all you guys though, shitloads. i can't wait till thanksgiving, we definitely need to get it poppin'. i'll be home thursday night of next week so drop me a line people!&lt;br /&gt;-T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115949963197688038?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115949963197688038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115949963197688038&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115949963197688038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115949963197688038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/09/b-l-o-g-its-my-first-blog-since-93.html' title='b-l-o-g, its my first blog since &apos;93'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05014374334498953750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00455507026375250191'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115936493871412898</id><published>2006-09-27T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:48:58.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Update On Your SMU Bud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/3132/1600/DAL%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2258/3132/400/DAL%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hey Buds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So I have been at SMU for about....4 and a half weeks and have had classes for 3 weeks and I am loving it buds! I have been meeting more and more people now especially in my classes! Note: Drinking and meeting people sucks because when you are sober and see them again yes they know me but i don't know them because I met them when I was loaded! I don't really remember my frosh week i went through unrecorded amount of Captain, knocked out all my records of drinking! The picture is a good example of what I looked like all frosh week! I was  at DAL getting drunk with Dan and we are on our way to SMU to eat alphagettti and watch Friends episodes, and was suppose to drink more but couldn't! It's been a blast! So far with the work and reading so good I have had 2 assignments so far and both of those assignments I got an A+ on which is great! ( PS Alex it was in calculus). I have partied with the DAL boys pretty much at least one night a weekend which I love, I would probably be home sick ALOT if I didn't have them 7 minutes away! Mel is awsome she has fed me, helped me with studying habits and hosted for Dan and I every Sunday for supper! Well now that your all caught up on my life Buds I am going to go read some Dark Ages literary short stories!! WOOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Bye Buds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115936493871412898?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115936493871412898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115936493871412898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115936493871412898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115936493871412898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/09/update-on-your-smu-bud.html' title='Update On Your SMU Bud'/><author><name>Lepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138950151942182805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04598343466358675827'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115915003727784169</id><published>2006-09-24T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:07:17.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my life now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/1600/sept%20222006%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/400/sept%20222006%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hey buds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Al-Baer, you might remember me, I used to live in the same town as you, back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you've all been having as much fun as I have!  It's certainly been a very, very wild ride, so I'll try to do a quick recap and highlight of everything that's been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosh week was pretty fun - even though it wasn't really my thing.  I was "Bush" Frosh, which meant that whenever the upper year students said so, I had to run and jump headfirst into a Bush.  I was brutally scratched up and bleeding constantly, and I'm pretty sure I broke my toe.  I also developed this intensely painful bump on my foot, that I've recently been told is called a "callous".  It really hurts, even to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'm taking chemistry, physics, calculus, english and psychology.  There is nothing that really interests me.  I'm in Chemistry for majors, which is ridiculously hard, and apparently 75% of the class is going to drop it sometime before next year.  So that's reasurring... at least I'm not being set up to fail :|.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the people here at Acadia, some of them are intensely cool.  I honestly believe that I live on the best floor of the best residence at the University, and if you'd like to hear my scientific explanation of this then just ask.  I was voted floor rep so I am on house council, and I basically just go and rep 3-C (third floor Christofor). There have been a lot of cool parties, most notably "Hell Night", "Stop-light party", and "Anything but clothes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chem lab I have to wear special lab glasses that fit over my own regular glasses, because if I wear contacts I will get chemicals in my eyes and die.  I also have a lab-coat... So essentially, I'm a sexy little thang whenever I'm measuring pressure or figuring out ideal gas equations in the lab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about University that I've noticed is that I have violent mood swings - I got back my first calculus assignment and the mark was less than I had hoped for, so I basically wanted to drop out and cry.  But then I'll go get a piece of pizza, or do some heroin, and then I'll feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined Jazz band, (AND SWEET JESUS IT'S THE HARDEST THING EVER), which was okay, but I hope it doesn't screw me over and subsequently drop my average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this is everything for now... I'm sure there are more things, but I'm sitting here with some friends playing 360 and I should probably study physics or psychology or write thank you notes or do one of the other 1000 things I should probably be doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115915003727784169?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115915003727784169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115915003727784169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115915003727784169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115915003727784169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-my-life-now.html' title='This is my life now.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18304094332491793636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14043643406023589529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115737623562845799</id><published>2006-09-04T10:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:23:56.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, It's day two here at Dalhousie, and it seems to be going pretty good so far. I made a couple friends, as well as hanging out with the old buds. Did some frosh stuff which was fun, but it's still weird that when i walk down the hallways, I'm expecting to see a good friend that I know, but there's not lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time I'll have to see how things go, as for me, I'm going to watch some TV&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115737623562845799?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115737623562845799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115737623562845799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115737623562845799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115737623562845799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/09/uni-update.html' title='Uni Update'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507853684628951938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09483752207748598201'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115703145426420955</id><published>2006-08-31T10:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T10:37:34.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day In Amherst.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/1600/IMG_0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/400/IMG_0999.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yep, those are my buds.  Do somethin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For better or for worse, today is my last day in Amherst. Tomorrow I will be travelling to Wolfville, staying overnight at the Blomidon Inn and moving into 315 Christofor Hall the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to not be a little freaked out. This morning when I woke up was the first time that I felt a twinge of fear, fear at the idea that I'm leaving my family and home and everything that is safe and comfortable, and that I'm now officially on my own, supposedly prepared to make my own decisions. Now, anyone who knows me probably wouldn't put me in charge of raising a cactus, let alone giving me responsibility for myself. (In fact, I did once have a cactus, I think it fell behind my desk and died because I wasn't paying attention.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm going to miss you all! You've all been amazing friends and have helped me in your own ways to grow up and become the person that I am today. Sadly, I know that while I'll do my best, drifting apart will be more common than not and we'll run into each other 5 years down the road and awkwardly stare and be unsure of ourselves. So, if I do happen to run into any of you 5 years down the road, don't let it be this way... We'll just open a few beers and reminisce about all of the amazing times that we had back when we were buds, living in Amherst, playing CTF and DDR and drinking and partying, walking around town after midnight, talking, arguing, playing risk and chillin' at cottages, living it up and mostly making huge asses out of ourselves but loving every fucking second of it. Life is too short to waste, too long to be scared all the time, and too empty to go through it without buds like you guys. I'm sure you'll all be complete successes, and I wish you nothing but the best.  No matter how much money you make, how famous you get, or how great your new lives are, never forget where you came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an absolute pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, buds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-baer loves ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115703145426420955?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115703145426420955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115703145426420955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115703145426420955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115703145426420955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-day-in-amherst.html' title='The Last Day In Amherst.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18304094332491793636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14043643406023589529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115678185946531304</id><published>2006-08-28T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T13:17:39.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Thinking about Time."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's winding down, and there's no way to stop it. Within less then 5 days, all of us will be departing our seperate ways. It's gonna be a different switch, and I'll miss hanging out with all my friends. People experience different emotions when it comes to a major change. I happen to be experiencing anger. I'm not sure why, but I happen to be pissed at everything that crosses my path. I'm also very angry at Time itself. The passage of time waits for noone, and it's true. I want this summer to last forever, but it's quickly ending and all of us are moving on to different things, where we have to meet new friends and learn new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I didn't really intend this post having a point lol. I haven't posted in a long time, so I thought I'd post about a random rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115678185946531304?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115678185946531304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115678185946531304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115678185946531304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115678185946531304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/08/thinking-about-time.html' title='&quot;...Thinking about Time.&quot;'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507853684628951938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09483752207748598201'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115638601156841843</id><published>2006-08-23T22:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T23:20:11.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL Humpday song of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, apparently this is a STUPID idea, so it's getting canned. And of course, I'm not pleased about it. Assface. So for the final song, I chose Get Back - Ludacris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Heads up! Heads up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here's another one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And a - and another one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;OOHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ye, ye, woop!! woop!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why you all in my ear?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Talking a whole bunch of shit that I ain't trying to hear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Get back mawhfucker, you don't know me like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Get back mawfucker, you don't know me like that!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ye, ye, woop!! woop!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I ain't playing around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Make one false move I'll take ya down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Get back mawfucker, You don't know me like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Get back mawfucker, You don't know me like that!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHOO!! S-s-so c'mon c'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DON'T ... get swung on, swung on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's the knick knack, paddywhack, still ridin' Cadillacs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Family off the street! Made my homies put the baggies back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Still stacking plaques! (yep!)  Still action packed! (yep!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And dough!! I keep it flipping like acrobats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That's why I pack a mac, that'll crack 'em back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cause on my waist there's more Heat than the Shaq Attack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But I ain't speaking about ballin, ballin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just thinking about brawlin till y'all start bawlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We all in together now! Birds of a feather now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just bought a plane so we changing the weather now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So put your brakes on, caps put your capes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Or knock off your block, get dropped and have your face flown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cause I'll prove it! Scratch off the music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Like hey little stupid, don't make me lose it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ye, ye, woop!! woop!!&lt;br /&gt;Why you all in my ear?!&lt;br /&gt;Talking a whole bunch of shit that I ain't trying to hear!&lt;br /&gt;Get back mawhfucker, you don't know me like that!&lt;br /&gt;(Get back mawfucker, you don't know me like that!!)&lt;br /&gt;Ye, ye, woop!! woop!!&lt;br /&gt;I ain't playing around!&lt;br /&gt;Make one false move I'll take ya down!&lt;br /&gt;Get back mawfucker, You don't know me like that!&lt;br /&gt;(Get back mawfucker, You don't know me like that!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I came (I came) I saw (I saw) I hit 'em right dead in the jaw! (in the jaw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I came (I came) I saw (I saw) I hit 'em right dead in the jaw! (in the jaw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I came (I came) I saw (I saw) I hit 'em right dead in the jaw! (in the jaw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I came (I came) I saw (I saw) I hit 'em right dead in the jaw! (in the jaw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;See I caught 'em with a right hook, caught 'em with a jab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Caught 'em with an uppercut, kicked 'em in his ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sent him on his way cause I ain't for that talk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No trips to the county, I ain't for that walk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We split like two pins at the end of a lane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We'll knock out your spotlight and put an end to your fame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo chain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then put the booty of a Swisha at the end of a flame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ye, ye, woop!! woop!!&lt;br /&gt;Why you all in my ear?!&lt;br /&gt;Talking a whole bunch of shit that I ain't trying to hear!&lt;br /&gt;Get back mawhfucker, you don't know me like that!&lt;br /&gt;(Get back mawfucker, you don't know me like that!!)&lt;br /&gt;Ye, ye, woop!! woop!!&lt;br /&gt;I ain't playing around!&lt;br /&gt;Make one false move I'll take ya down!&lt;br /&gt;Get back mawfucker, You don't know me like that!&lt;br /&gt;(Get back mawfucker, You don't know me like that!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HEY! You want what wit me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Imma tell you one time, don't FUCK wit me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;GET DOWN! Cause I ain't got nothing to lose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You want what wit me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Imma tell you one time, don't FUCK wit me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;GET DOWN! Cause I ain't got nothing to lose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Maaaaaaaaan 'cause I don't wanna do that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wanna have a good time and enjoy my Jack,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sit back and watch the women get drunk as hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I can wake up in the morning with a story to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know it's been a lil' while since I been out the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But now I'm here, you wanna stand around running your mouth?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can't hear nothing you saying or spitting, so what's up?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Can't you see we in the club?! Man SHUT THE FUCK UP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ye, ye, woop!! woop!!&lt;br /&gt;Why you all in my ear?!&lt;br /&gt;Talking a whole bunch of shit that I ain't trying to hear!&lt;br /&gt;Get back mawhfucker, you don't know me like that!&lt;br /&gt;(Get back mawfucker, you don't know me like that!!)&lt;br /&gt;Ye, ye, woop!! woop!!&lt;br /&gt;I ain't playing around!&lt;br /&gt;Make one false move I'll take ya down!&lt;br /&gt;Get back mawfucker, You don't know me like that!&lt;br /&gt;(Get back mawfucker, You don't know me like that!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ah! We in the Red Light District!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ah! We in the Red Light District!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHOO!! We in the Red Light District!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ah! We in the Red Light District!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHOO!! We in the Red Light District!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHOO!! The Red Light District!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHOO!! The Red Light District!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ah, we in The Red Light District&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yeah....yeah. You don't know me like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Didn't even make it to september...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115638601156841843?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115638601156841843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115638601156841843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115638601156841843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115638601156841843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/08/final-humpday-song-of-week.html' title='FINAL Humpday song of the Week'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519636064241767799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16039137599328715070'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115637976692402629</id><published>2006-08-23T21:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:36:08.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/1600/Camp%20-%20Travellers%21%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/320/Camp%20-%20Travellers%21%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Well, &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;it's been some time since I last posted, so I thought that perhaps I'd do some sort of update, for whatever reason. I've finished my fourth session at Camp Tidnish, and while I thought that I would be completely finished, I've decided to go back and help out for a couple days this last session, as they desperately need the help... And even though I'm heading to Acadia before it's over, if I leave soon enough I'll still have some time to prepare.  So what-ev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already started to say goodbye to some friends - Carly, Laura and I went to Duncan's tonight to say goodbye, as Laura is moving to Toronto on Friday.  I wish her nothing but the absolute best of luck; hopefully she'll become famous and be my sugar mama.  I mean, hopefully she'll become famous and donate half her paycheck to orphans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown is on, with nine days remaining.  Before we all leave, we're plotting an adventure of sorts... it's going to be an incredibly sketchy night, so stay tuned for details if you enjoy tales of drunken streetwalking and perhaps arrests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the picture?  Well, sometimes at Camp we'd blast music and have impromtu dance parties on the deck, things get a little wild, it happens.  Campers like it, so please reserve your judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115637976692402629?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115637976692402629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115637976692402629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115637976692402629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115637976692402629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/08/anyway.html' title='Anyway..'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18304094332491793636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14043643406023589529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115600216107118326</id><published>2006-08-19T12:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:08:52.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Incase you haven't noticed, I've been gone for the past four weeks.  But as of yesterday morning, I'm finally back in this boring old town I call home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  The time I've been in Fort McMurray, Alberta has pretty much been spent working my ass off and not much else.  As much as I don't like to admit it, I worked at AMP Husky (the shitty gas station) again this summer, but since the old manager is gone, I liked it a lot better this time.  The new manager, Marie, doesn't really care WHAT we do, as long as we actually get work done while doing it.  She's a good lady.  I definitely worked with a lot of interesting people there....there was underaged chain smoker with stunted growth, the big brown tire guy who picks on said chain smoker, the drug addict cashier who eventually gets fired, the two metrosexual friends who are consumed with working out and buying new shoes, and the guy with the African accent who nobody can understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  Me and Dad went down to Edmonton for a weekend for a break from work, which was definitely fun.  I spent probably about $300, but none of that came from the money I made at Husky, so no harm done.  A fun weekend filled with good food, good entertainment, and good 'sights' at the West Edmonton Mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  As fun as the past few weeks have been, I'm damn glad to be home for some "me" time before it's time to go away to Halifax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115600216107118326?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115600216107118326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115600216107118326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115600216107118326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115600216107118326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-home.html' title='Finally Home'/><author><name>Brent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06987455808014062914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14080320503099651824'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115578743198808177</id><published>2006-08-17T00:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T01:04:21.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Humpday song of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Here it is, as promised. Week #2. I'm not really in any kind of distinct mood right now, other than tired... So lemme think...a song about sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;How about, Enter Sandman? Yes, that'll do. Enter Sandman by Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Say your prayers little one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;don't forget my son, to include everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tuck you in, warm within, keep you free from sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Til the Sandman he comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sleep with one eye open, gripping your pillow tight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Exit Light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Enter Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Take my hand, off to Never Never Land!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Somethings wrong, shut the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Heavy thoughts tonight, And they aren't of Snow White.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dreams of War!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dreams of Liars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dreams of Dragons Fires!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And of things that will bite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sleep with one eye open, gripping your pillow tight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Exit Light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Enter Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Take my hand, off to Never Never Land!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now I lay me down to sleep (Now I lay me down to sleep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Pray the lord, my soul to keep (Pray the lord, my soul to keep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If I die before I wake (If I die before I wake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Pray the lord, my soul to take (Pray the lord, my soul to take)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hush little baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't say a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And nevermind that noise you heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's just the beasts under your bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;in your closet and in your heaaaaaaaaad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Exit Light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  Enter Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  Grain of sand....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Exit Light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  Enter Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  Take my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Off to Never Never Land!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;YEAH, YEAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;WHOA, WHOA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;off to never never land...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;take my hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;off to never never land...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Week #2, Enter Sandman, by Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now its time for bed, Pray the lord my soul to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115578743198808177?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115578743198808177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115578743198808177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115578743198808177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115578743198808177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/08/humpday-song-of-week_17.html' title='Humpday song of the Week'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519636064241767799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16039137599328715070'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115531395036979023</id><published>2006-08-11T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T13:32:30.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Down, 1 To Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/1600/Camp%20-%20Challengers%21%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/400/Camp%20-%20Challengers%21%20030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;At least it got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the feeling I recieved upon completion of my third 9-day session at Camp Tidnish - a feeling that even though things can be really rough, it's clearly, very, worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past session I met a lot of teenagers with dreams and goals not unlike my own, some who are even going to be going to University with some of my friends.  Some friendships were most definitely made, and I look forward to keeping in touch with you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the week's highlights include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wrestling... Although "Gluteus Maximus" fared worse than I would have hoped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Super Cabin... Without it I would have died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lucy, and her amazing "Ms. Tidnish" Victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;American Jailbait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And of course, "A-Beats drinkin' his coffee on the deck."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The staff is now off to Duncan's and Fundy National Park for some food and partying, so we'll see how this turns out... More than a little apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the picture is just the six remaining male counselors, (Conor, Simon, Aaron, Myself, Woody, Jeff) and Nick V.  out in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115531395036979023?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115531395036979023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115531395036979023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115531395036979023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115531395036979023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/08/3-down-1-to-go.html' title='3 Down, 1 To Go!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18304094332491793636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14043643406023589529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115518056183468624</id><published>2006-08-10T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:29:21.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Humpday song of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well, I've decided I don't post nearly enough, so to keep me posting atleast once a week, I'm gunna post a song suiting my mood each Wednesday. And this weeks song is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Here I go Again" by Whitesnake. I think it says my mood right now pretty damn dandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don't know where I'm going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But I sure know where I've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hangin' on the promises and songs of yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I've made up my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I ain't wastin' no more time, here I go again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Here I go again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Though I keep searchin' for an answer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I never seem to find what I'm lookin' for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Oh lord I pray you give me strength to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Cause i know what it means, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To walk along, the lonely street of dreams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*insane rock*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Here I go again on my own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Goin' down the only road I've ever known!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I've made up my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I ain't wastin' no more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm just another heart in need of rescue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;waiting on love's sweet charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I'm gunna hold on for the rest of my days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'cause I know what it means, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;to walk along the lonely street of dreams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Here I go again on my own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Goin' down the only road I've ever known!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; And I've made up my mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I ain't wastin' no more time, but here I go again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Here I go again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Here I go agaaaaaaaain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Here I GOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Cause I know what it means, to walk along the lonely street of dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Here I go again on my own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  Goin' down the only road I've ever known!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  And I've made up my mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  I ain't wastin' no more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Here I go again on my own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  Goin' down the only road I've ever known!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Cause I know what it means,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;to walk along the lonely street of dreeeeeeams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yup, that definitly says it all. Week #1, Here I go Again - Whitesnake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115518056183468624?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115518056183468624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115518056183468624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115518056183468624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115518056183468624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/08/humpday-song-of-week.html' title='Humpday song of the Week'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519636064241767799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16039137599328715070'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115498835083617916</id><published>2006-08-07T18:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:24:12.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at Grace's Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6076/3089/1600/IMG_0910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6076/3089/320/IMG_0910.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wicked? No......YESSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;Well Christ, this was some fun, and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weekend starts off at Jesse's house on Saturday morning. We all load up the Envoy and begin our drive down to Lr. Sackville to pick up Myra and Kristie. To pass the hours from Amherst to Sackville, we watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: Secret of the Ooze on Jesse's travel VHS player (pretty sure it was the size of a small child) but still, it brought some laughs "Yeah...Ye..Yeahhhh..." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our jobs on the way down. I was responsible for the camera (turns out I forgot it in the truck) and Lepper was the Navigatior. I have to admit, I had no faith in him, but he surprised me, I was impressed with his work. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"I'm the Navigatior BITCH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make it to Lr. Sackville, and had to do a U-turn in the middle of Beaver Bank Rd. (safe? No..No it isn't) Stop into the Kent parking lot, say our Hello's and Goodbyes to the parents and take off towards Grace's Farmhouse in Kempt Shore (aka. nowhere) It wasn't long until we found the house. Even though we passed it twice. The first driveway we turned around in, the old lady that lived there came outside and put her hands on her hips...She was gonna cut off our heads I'm sure. The 2nd driveway had two farmers working on a truck, but they didn't seem to care much. We got there, unloaded the SUV and gave a round of hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First few things we do: Put up the tents and take a visit to the "sandy" beach. Now this was no normal beach, oh no, this beach was entirely covered in muck, and when u sank down, sharp, jagged rocks would cut your feet until you die of bloodloss. Because the tide was out, it took a longer walk through the pain just to feel the water. Once we got to the water, it didn't help with the feet, seeing how you still sunk down into the sharp rocks of death. Then we had to go back to the shore...well, you know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once back, we decided to go to the fresh water quarry which was just down the road. In "Quarry" we expected to see an empty rock quarry with a swimming hole, but it was deff a fresh water lake, where we saw Jessica Pederson's folks as well as Julie's mother. We swam the afternoon away and came back to the house for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas BBQ'd some Hamburgs and Hotdogs on the charcoal grill as well Janice gave us some fresh veggies with ranch dip. We ate, took pics and enjoyed a nice game of catch with the football and frisbee. (Basically it was just throwing the stuff at Lepper who was sitting on the 2nd floor of the barn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went back for another swim in the quarry, then we got cold so we came back, got on our PJ's or comfy clothes and played Taboo as well as gathered around the campfire to make smores while I cooked my infamous Alphaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristie, Lepper and Myra went to bed early (who knows what they did) while the rest of us went far into the night with some amazing quotes and a few games of Taboo. When it was time to hit the hay (almost literally..sleeping in a tent in a hay feild) Grace and Kara decided to keep us up with their unessasary screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the morning came, so did breakfast. What better to eat then Kara's homemade Blueberry Pancakes as well as Chocolate Chip Pancakes. MMMMMMM!!! Grace made the eggs, which were awesome, and had a few peices of toast which Lucas created. After wolfing those down, Me, Kristie and Myra were on clean-up duty. (Somehow Lepper got out of any cleaning up by being on "cat duty" by feeding the cats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another swim was followed at the quarry, and then MUD FLATTING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now this proved to be the highlight of the weekend. We travelled by van taxi to Upper Burlington, by a bridge where we slid down in the mucky sides of the river. Everyone had a great time and there's pictures to prove it. We only had one ride from the river to the quarry, which was a 20 minute drive (that's one way only, 40 minutes both ways) Bobby (Grace's Dad) had to make three trips to pick up everyone. Janice decided to stay back, and because of the number of people, one of us had to stay too. She picked a number and the person who got it was in the car. Myra failed to win the game, but because I'm so nice, I let Myra take my spot while I stayed with Janice at the river. (Because I gave up my spot, I got a nice warm shower =D) Turns out everyone secretly washed themselves anyway...but I got the full body wash, they just washed their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some supper, which Lucas' mother made two pans of lasagina (sp?) which was amazing. We cleaned up and created another campfire, where Lucas told ghost stories (and I learned I suck at telling stories lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jesse and Lucas went back to the tent (where we thought everyone was gonna follow to hang out) but turns out I fell asleep. According to Kara, they broke open 4 boxes of Kraft Dinner and ate it...which made me sad, I was looking forward to the KD (we brought 7 boxes all together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came early. (Lepper said it was 9am, so we thought we only had an hour to take the tents down and eat.) But Lepper was being a dick and it was really 8am. (And Yes, we did benifit from it, gave us more time to say goodbye) We got our stuff packed and took the tents down. We had some more of Kara's awesome pancakes and closed up the farmhouse.&lt;br /&gt;We loaded up the Envoy and said our goodbyes as well as gave our so-long hugs. We grabbed some Kleenx and waved them in the air as we left (a tradition at the farm...so I'm told) and off we were to drop of the Sackville girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the starting of TMNT2 again lol, and after we said our goodbyes to the sackville girls, we left back to our working lives back in Amherst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing weekend, and everyone had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115498835083617916?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115498835083617916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115498835083617916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115498835083617916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115498835083617916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend-at-graces-farm.html' title='Weekend at Grace&apos;s Farm'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507853684628951938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09483752207748598201'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115371208493473363</id><published>2006-07-24T00:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:35:43.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Man I love funneling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2105/3114/1600/Jodie%27s%20beach%20party%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2105/3114/320/Jodie%27s%20beach%20party%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;How could one not? Seriously guys, climb out of the holes you call home and indulge in such a glorious and graceful art. I owned those beer, they didn't even see me coming. Nobody seen this blog post coming either, so it's like I've won twice, although there isn't really anything to win. But seriously, summer is almost half over. W.T.F. eh? I remember when summer and university seemed so far away, but there's only 40 days left til I (and most likely everyone else) leave for school. It seems so surreal, who would've thought I'd even live to be 18? Not me, that's for sure. I got myself a huge student loan, which completely every single thing for school, which's means I don't have to get a job this summer. However, I really do want one and hopefully something will come up very soon, or else I'll be screwed for spending money next year. But anyway, back to school. It's going to be quite intense, especially with my Fridays off next year (shibby), but I think I may actually miss Amherst after a while. It'll definitely be an amazing weekend the first time everyone is back in town. Anyway, I'm off to listen to music and slay orcs most likely. Posse' Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115371208493473363?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115371208493473363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115371208493473363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115371208493473363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115371208493473363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/07/man-i-love-funneling.html' title='Man I love funneling'/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05485140695279926673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00165174959202626042'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115358540445978737</id><published>2006-07-22T13:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T13:23:24.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Camp Tidnish Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No simple words can describe the emotional trainwreck that I became after my first day at Camp Tidnish.  It was both a terrible and amazing experience, complete with all sorts of physical and mental stress.  Providing complete (and well, I'm not going into details but I mean COMPLETE) care for adult men with physical disabilities caused me to question not only my own abilities but my purpose in life.  You don't really know how much you have until you work with people who have absolutely nothing, less than nothing.  And while in the beginning it was painful, on my day off I took some time to regroup and reflect and prepare myself mentally for my return to work.  This made it a lot easier to cope and allowed me to enjoy spending the rest of the week at Camp. It really turned into a great experience - the campers are wonderful and the staff is nothing short of amazing.  I don't know if I'll ever meet nicer, more caring people, and they really made everything a lot easier to deal with, providing stress relief and laughter at the end of a looong day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to delve too deeply into my experience on here, but overall I'm intensely glad I did it, and I think it made me a much stronger person and taught me a lot about myself.  I'll be returning tomorrow for a whole new batch of campers, this time it's children with physical and mental challenges.  As Bob J. put it when he was talking to me one day at camp, "This place really seperates the men from the boys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115358540445978737?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115358540445978737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115358540445978737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115358540445978737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115358540445978737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/07/camp-tidnish-experience.html' title='The Camp Tidnish Experience'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18304094332491793636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14043643406023589529'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29079516.post-115350844085968278</id><published>2006-07-21T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T13:24:50.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Slight Updates and Jodie's Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/1600/Jodie%27s%20beach%20party%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7435/1575/320/Jodie%27s%20beach%20party%20023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alot of people are asking why the site is dieing, It's because since I've got my laptop, I don't have photoshop on it, and i haven't used my comupter in a very long time...plus, lazyness acounts for this as well. The site will be updated with time, thats for sure, it's just that...my computer...it's sooooo slow lol, as soon as I get photoshop on this laptop, it'll be back up and running in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the party...well this led to fun had by all.&lt;br /&gt;I was the DD (Designated Driver) so, not as much fun as I could have had, but still, I enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jesse had to work late, so we didn't leave until 10:15ish, we drive by Steamboats, and I get a call from Sean, saying he wanted to go, we make the turn back to get him and head on out the Jackson's Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there, and not even two minutes there, Jesse has a Blue in his hand, and downs it in 5 minutes. With Jesse getting free drinks from everyone, I noticed that Vince, Lepper, Brent and Kylie were already hammered, and it was not even 11pm. There were alot of people there having a good time, some sitting around the fire drinking/talking, some hotboxing cars, and others making out down by the Garage. Yes, it sounds like a clip from the movie Dazed and Confused...except in that movie there was no sitting around the fire...and there was no fighting here...and..well, u get the jist of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night went on, some people were leaving, and others were..well..still getting drunk. Vince passed out in a chair after funneling an unoffical count of Nine beers, and then drinking more. Lepper on the other hand started to sober up, Brent was "banging the chicks" according to Jake, and Jesse was Dancing and DDR'ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After when it came time to leave...it was about 3am at this point...the challenge was to get a passed out, racist drunk, into the Jeep without puking or punching [on] anyone or anything.&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was better then expected, only a little bit of puke was touched by Jesse's hand. We got to Wendy's dropped him and Lepper off (so he could take care of him) and I dropped everyone else off. I came back to help Lepper, but instead ended up making a MickeyD run for him...which I bought myself an Egg McMuffin with his cash hahaha. Came back to Vince's to find everyone asleep, so I dropped off the food, went home and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a great night&lt;br /&gt;*Cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29079516-115350844085968278?l=adotbrothers.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/feeds/115350844085968278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29079516&amp;postID=115350844085968278&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115350844085968278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29079516/posts/default/115350844085968278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adotbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/07/slight-updates-and-jodies-party.html' title='Slight Updates and Jodie&apos;s Party'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507853684628951938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09483752207748598201'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>