<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:11:26.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ross Lindberg: The Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>My life. Read, cry, love, hate, emotion, calvin klein.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106705003231460938</id><published>2003-10-24T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T21:49:56.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holy Jesus in a Gay Pride Parade, I haven't updated in like 23 days!&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. Thats a looong time. And, surprisingly, not much has happened. I probably should be at the Foreknown show. But I didn't really want to go. I kind of felt like sitting in front of the computer. Probably because I am a lazy, fat fuck. But that's the way I like it. Yup. Well. I'm done. Mata ne.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106705003231460938?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106705003231460938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106705003231460938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106705003231460938' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106506564966418406</id><published>2003-10-01T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T22:50:47.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"I'd like to see you make decisions without your televisions," -Rammstein, Stripped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Today school was ok. Got started on my art journal. I think it's gonna be pretty cool. It's starting pretty good. Also it was my first day of youth group, and there is like 6 new people! Holy Crap! There is this one chick from Wyoming who described herself as a "recovering Catholic," she was pretty cool, and some girl who is here from Mexico. She is pretty hot, too. I talked to her about what she thinks of the weather and anything she found weird about America, also I practiced some Spanish on her. She knew pretty good English, although I think we might have been too fast and she didn't understand our slang. But she still rocks. Yeah. We talked about fundamentalism. It was actually pretty interesting. But, everyone was talking about how they were this and that and now they're Unitarian, and I thought, "Man, I haven't had any trouble with relegion, because my parents just don't care." My family, I mean my whole one, is pretty accepting. Which is cool. But I feel as though I can't relate to anyone who has any trouble with their family and stuff like that, because my family isn't like that. Not like my family is any better than anyone else's, it just seems like people might think "Oh he has such awesome parents!" Man. I wish something happened in my family so it got all screwed up and I wouldn't feel all like little ms.perfect. Yeah. Well, thats all. Ja mata ne!    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106506564966418406?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106506564966418406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106506564966418406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106506564966418406' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106489013685799828</id><published>2003-09-29T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T21:48:56.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holy Jesus dood. I haven't updated in like a week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Well, not much actually happened. I, um, went to Petes house on saturday. We didn't do much. Yeah. Brought some tea for Delta today, because she wanted some. And it is cold as a fucking dead man in the antarctic in my house since  a gas line broke and Lakeside's gas is gone. What a bunch of fucks. Damn I'm cold. Well, I'm tired. And nothing happens in my life. I'm done. The end&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106489013685799828?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106489013685799828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106489013685799828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106489013685799828' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106446024451478444</id><published>2003-09-24T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T22:24:04.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omg I haven't updates0red!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Oh well. I'll do yesterday first.&lt;br /&gt;           Yesterday: Well, school was ok. After school I went to Oriental Grocery and Army Surplus (where I got my new jacket for five el bux!) with Brandon and Mariah. That was fun. Than I went home, and me and Abby met at loop (the grocery store, not the loop), and hung around until about nine. That was about it.&lt;br /&gt;           Today: School was fine. I said "Fuck you!" to Pete (jokingly) right in front of Gregg, and he didn't give two shits. Which was awesome. Well, after school, me and Abby went to Oriental Grocery and I bought some ramen. We than went to my house and I made ramen for Abby and we watched tv until she was done. We than walked around and rented American Psycho, which fucking sucked. Than I returned the movie and walked Abby home. Now I'm here. Well, thats it. EL FIN!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106446024451478444?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106446024451478444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106446024451478444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106446024451478444' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106429086868384725</id><published>2003-09-22T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T23:21:08.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boring Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not an interesting day. Nothing much happened. Played morrowind, pirated the expansion. The end really. Took a shower, took a walk. Thats about it. Wow. I shouldn't have updated today, because today was boring as hell. fack! the end.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106429086868384725?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106429086868384725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106429086868384725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106429086868384725' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106416584668654896</id><published>2003-09-21T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T12:37:26.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holy Cr4p. Fun weekend. No school tomarmar. Yay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. I'm tired. Sorry for not updating. Was at Brian's all weekend. We did el lots. Friday we watched some kung fu, drove around, played some pool, and I took some caffeine pills. That would not be the last time I did this weekend. Saturday we fooled around. Went to oriental grocery and bought Korean energy drinks and some Sapporo. Ate some ramen. Watched gone in sixty seconds. Dan came over. Than he had to leave. We dicked around on the computer and Kyle called. We went to my house and  I changed, then we picked up Kyle and played some more pool. We than preceded to drive around. We were going to go el pimp teh loop, but some kind of sting was going on and the fuzz was everywhere. We were hungry, so we went to Burger King. We then hung out at Aric's for some reason. Lots of people showed up (as they usually do at Aric's). Justin drove off so we tailed him in the SHO. And we went 105. That was cool. We drove around some more. And we raced a bit. Around midnight we went back. I took about 4 caffeine pills that day, had 4 mountain dews, 2 and a half Korean energy drinks, and I was somehow tired. Odd. We went on the compute looking for crap to screw the SHO with. Than I went to bed. Today we watched Ghostbusters. That was moderately funny. Than Brian dropped me off. Good weekend all in all. And it's not even over! Yay! We have tomarmar off! Yay! Yeah. I'm probably no doing anything today. Relax. Kill some pedestrians. Yeah. Well thats all. I hope you had fun reading. Good day to thee.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106416584668654896?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106416584668654896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106416584668654896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106416584668654896' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106393600989451675</id><published>2003-09-18T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T20:46:49.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;absolut fetty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Fetty loves Ian. Thats hilarious. School was ok. Still need a girlfriend. In my opinion, the girls should be crowding. For serious. CRAZY SAXAPHONE SOLO! Twhehehe. I wish I could visit Erin, because she totally goes to an all girls school in London. Erin rocks. And I like all girls schools. And Fetty. And girls palying (thats right palying) soccer with short shorts and no underpants. Correct I am. Lala...do you like american music? Crap. Damn effin Violent Femmes. They rock. I've gotten called emo like a million times now. Probably for good reason. Ah well. It's all good. I have to go to a few shows this year, or I'll get wayyy to bored. Yeah. Wow! A do you really want to hurt me cover! By the Violent Femmes! Damn I love downloading copyrighted music! F the RIAA. I neeeded time! Ahaha. Hilarity. And remember girls! I'm totally open! A little wink wink nudge nudge, say no more, aye gals? Well. Thats it. El fin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106393600989451675?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106393600989451675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106393600989451675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106393600989451675' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106384477493361979</id><published>2003-09-17T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T21:28:04.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I need someone , a person to talk to, someone who'd care to love, could it be you,could it be you?"-Violent Femmes, Kiss Off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely today. Decided I need a girlfriend. I just want that feeling of a person. I don't know. Maybe I should get a fish. Hmm...nah, a girlfriend is a better idea. I'd say. Well, today itself was good, and lunch was semi-hilarious. And Brandon got me a book from the Libary (thats what I call it), which was nice of him. Also me and Harri-san-kun want to start a hilarious group called The Blankees, which will be an air band. That will be fun. But we won't ever do it. It &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; if we ever did. I can't wait for the coffeehouse so I can do my stand up comedy. I'll feel good tommarow. I hope. Um...the end. Damn...I have Violent Femmes stuck in my head. Like every single damn song. I heeeeld her in my arms, I heeeld her in my arms, and it wasn't youuu. Ah well...god toons anyhow. Oh...the end numero dos.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106384477493361979?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106384477493361979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106384477493361979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106384477493361979' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106375893127721551</id><published>2003-09-16T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T19:35:31.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woo-hoo! tuesday and then wednesday and then thursday and then, FRIDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-hoo 3 days of school left this week. Thats not too exciting. Ah well. Worth a shot. Well, today was typical. Boring. Fetty doesn't take our bus anymore, now I am sad. And Lisa picked me up and dropped me off because she wasn't feeling well. That sucks that she doesn't feel good all the time. And Brandon has been really worried. Which makes me t eh  sad for him. Yeah. Yay! Listening to Weakerthans. Yup. Gowt Dawm, I was about to write "Well, thats about it." But I write that too much! So, maybe I'll try another type of goodbye. How's about, "Thats all for now." Yeah, that sounds good. Yup. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106375893127721551?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106375893127721551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106375893127721551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106375893127721551' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106367854758344567</id><published>2003-09-15T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T21:23:42.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fucking fuck fuckety! mondays suck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck mondays. Yeah. Fuck em. Well school was ok. Thats about it. And when Kaare was over. I ate at Sammy's with Kaare and we played Soul Calibur II until about eight. I dont like my parents. Damn them. Fuck tehm. Well whatever. Anyhow my project is gonna rule. Yup. Thats about it. Really. Yeah. Boring. MMmhmm. Well. Im owf. Nighty Night!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106367854758344567?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106367854758344567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106367854758344567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106367854758344567' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106358820387586255</id><published>2003-09-14T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T20:10:03.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spambled eggs with cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sunday. Sundays suck. Why? Because school is tomar mar. And your always like yay! weekend on sunday, but then you realize that you have school the next day. And you cry. Well, I woke up, and at Pete's for some reason, they had SPAM! D00D! SPAM! ARSEOMENESS! So I diced up some, fried it, made some eggs, put it togerther with cheese and WALAA! SPAMBLED EGGS WITH CHEESE! YAY! Yeah. Well than I went home and just sat around waiting until conan's tenth anniversary special and adult swim. Thats about it. Really. It is. So....um...bye.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106358820387586255?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106358820387586255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106358820387586255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106358820387586255' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106351010516647301</id><published>2003-09-13T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T22:28:25.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I kick lots of ass (in all obviousness). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minorly boring day. Slept in. Watched the tube. Played some comp. Met Pete at teh mall. Bought a game. Played it. Lit off some fire works. Had a match war. Watched Solaris, which sucked. Yup. Really thats about it. Read other yesterdays or some other ones if your looking for some excitement. Because there is totally none here. Well maybe. No, nevermind. Ok. Bye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106351010516647301?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106351010516647301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106351010516647301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106351010516647301' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106342506664516848</id><published>2003-09-12T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T23:39:59.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brandon called me emo. what in the hell is up with that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard me. Ain't that weird? Maybe I am. Oh well. I heart labels. FATASS!!! Well anyway, today was somewhat strange. School pretty much el sucked. Since I didn't turn in my sheet with the things for electives, I got Greggs, which is chock-full of USDA prime ass-clowns. Also I got lit, in which we read. Which is fine with me. Than I got home and someone who I haven't seen in like a year called me and asked me if I wanted to have dinner with her. That was odd. So we ate some din din at the bulldog's, and I walked her home. It was an weird-in-a-good way day, which is good. I guess. Well, I'm off, have a nice weekend!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106342506664516848?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106342506664516848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106342506664516848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106342506664516848' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106331701023602603</id><published>2003-09-11T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T16:56:56.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh...tomarmar be friday, yay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyhow, today was ok. We got started on our projects on sustainability, which are going to be pretty stupid, because sustainablity blows. Your dad that is. AHAHAHA. Just kidding. Nothing really happened today. Went to class, talked to people, um...went to some more classes. Fetty wasn't on the bus yet again sadly, so now I'm going to cry. Well it seems I'll do nothing tonight. Maybe watch some of teh b00b tube, maybe play some quake. What a boring night, aye? Well, I'll be going, so late(r).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106331701023602603?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106331701023602603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106331701023602603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106331701023602603' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106324811993209235</id><published>2003-09-10T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T21:41:59.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh....half day. fireworks. hawks ridge. MUSHROOM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm..today was screwed up. Firstly school went out at like 12:50, and I was like WTF? And because I forgot to sign up for electives, now I have shitty ones. Oh well. Than me and Ian took the bus home, but Fetty wasn't there unfortunately. So we went off and blew some fireworks and my house. Than some guy came to my house and was all "thats enough with the fireworks guys." He had to be such a zebra zebra bastard zebra bastard zebra fucker about it so Ian and I decided to give him a 32 firecracker salute. Than he knocked on our door, so we hid in the basement. We came up and than a cop passed by. So I was really paranoid for about an hour. Than I took like a two and half hour walk at Hawks Ridge. Which was crazy because it got all dark and I was like OH SHIT! But now I'm fine. Well thats about it. Oh crap! I have to do my homework!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106324811993209235?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106324811993209235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106324811993209235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106324811993209235' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106316442106228718</id><published>2003-09-09T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T22:27:01.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umm....today..was...um....fun...umm...UM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Oh well. Well anyway, school sucks. Except for the bus ride home with Fetty and Ian. And lunch. If you want to who Fetty is, ask me. If you &lt;strong&gt;want &lt;/strong&gt;to which you probably don't. Well, I've decided to make some shirts. Which will be cool. And I'm gonna say schlep some more, which Brandon just told me was cool to say. Which is gay. I can't go around saying things that the kids say. Just like now people say w00t! that dont even play computer games. Those gay HPB's. They are probably AOL n00bs! LOLZ! Well, I'm going.....um.....bye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106316442106228718?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106316442106228718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106316442106228718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106316442106228718' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106307650734678677</id><published>2003-09-08T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T22:01:54.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier"size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umm....I feel a little better today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was ok. My art project iz going to rock so much casbah that the sharef &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; like it! Damb Straight! Well, my dad was home most of the night and he doesnt give a damn if I'm on the computer, which is because he's so damn out of it all the time. Which is fine with me.  Also I played some AoM which is horribly addiciting. Damn you Ensemble Studios for continuing to bring me great games! ARG! I will eat you! Well, I'm listening to No One Knows by Queens of the Stone Age, and I just cant help but move to that song. DAMN! That's a funky toon! Well, I've decided to make a techno album called CCCP in the Membrane, of course by me, dj c0nscript. So, that might take awhile. In fact, I'll probably never finish it.  Oh well. I need more enthusiasm. More drive, if you will. Yeah. But it's a good idea. Well. Im off because Family Guy is on in like five minutes. Bye.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106307650734678677?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106307650734678677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106307650734678677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106307650734678677' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106298360379630898</id><published>2003-09-07T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T20:13:24.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My parents fucking suck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my parents. With a fucking passion. This Friday my moms like, we're going to limit your time on the computer to 2 hours a day. WHAT THE FUCK? 2 hours? FUCK YOU! There's nothing better to do after school. CHRIST I'M PISSED. FUCK OFF MOM! JESUS! UHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YOU! Seriously. I tried to explain to my mom that I don't do anything else after school, and she's like, I want you to do other things. WHAT? WHAT OTHER THINGS? Umm...how about watch TV? Apparently she doesnt care if I stare at a screen but if I click on it, OH NO!  FUCKERS! What the fuck? UHH!&lt;br /&gt;Well, in other than my parents being complete fucking f4g0rtz, this weekends been ok. I bought Age of Mythology, which roXXorz. Too bad I can play it for only like a half hour if I want to go on AIM or download some t00nskis. Fuckers. I'm really pissed. FUCK YOU MOM!&lt;br /&gt;RAR! Ok. Ummm...I'm gonna leave. Bye.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106298360379630898?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106298360379630898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106298360379630898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106298360379630898' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106272315445758075</id><published>2003-09-04T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T18:21:28.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY FIRST WEEKEND!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh 4 days of school over. A lot to go.  Oh well. Well, I plan on doing nothing this weekend so, um... if I update my blog its gonna be boring. Just telling you in case someone actually reads this. Well, I'm going to reinstall aim because its being stupid at the moment. Ok. Bye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106272315445758075?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106272315445758075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106272315445758075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106272315445758075' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106255565582828367</id><published>2003-09-02T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T21:21:30.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh...first day of school...finally over.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ah...god school sucks. I hate it even after the first day. Except for the Independent Art Proj. Thats pretty arseome. I'm gonna make a comic about robots. It's going to r0xS0rZ.  Also non-stupid people are in it. Well, there are assclowns, but not to many of 'em. So thats yay-able. The thing is I like doing nothing. And school is doing something. So thats in itself bad. Also my basecamp is a bunch of fuckfaces. I mean, just dumb people. All the dumbass froshes are in there. That pisses me off big time. &lt;br /&gt;Well Brandon fixed his comp for t3h Windows XP and than like 2 minutes after he got msblast. OMGLOL! But I think he fixed it. So thats good. In other news, earlier tonight I saw that my hard drive only had 1 gig on it. I was like WTF? So I deleted a bunch of crizap, so now I have like 5 gigs, which still sucks. I need another hard drive. Well, other that that not much to talk about. So....bye.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106255565582828367?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106255565582828367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106255565582828367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106255565582828367' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106246225214204515</id><published>2003-09-01T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T19:24:12.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG LAST DAY OF SUMMER! Happy Labor Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh fuck! School starts tommarow. I dont want to go. Well, who does really? Well anyhow, I'll tell you about my day. First I went to Target to buy school supplies, then I went to Shinders, then we ate and drove back to Duluth. Then I did nothing until about now, were I will do nothing until about 12:30. Than I have to wake up at &lt;strong&gt;7:35&lt;/strong&gt;, thats right &lt;strong&gt;7:35&lt;/strong&gt;! OMG, thats early! I'm not looking foreward to school, considering that school sucks. Yup. &lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for Brandon now. Fucking Windows. That blows. Sorry Brandon! Damn, that sucks man. Ah...ok. Now I'll install Sudden Strike 2. Maybe play that for awhile. Ok. Bye. Really. Bye. (&lt;---------- OMG LOLZ FRAGMENTZ!)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106246225214204515?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106246225214204515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106246225214204515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106246225214204515' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106238343048087758</id><published>2003-08-31T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T21:30:46.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh.....food, fun, tiredness, the twin cities. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally got to use the computer after one wholeday without it. I was having computer withdrawls. I was shaking and stuff. Also I'm on an old computer. With a 56k. I'm going to die. LOLZ!&lt;br /&gt;Well, heres the story so far. We arrived at St.Paul around 2:30 in the afternoon, so we decided to go to the fair around 4:00. There I ate a half a bucket of french fries, a half basket of cheese curds, about 2 liters of pop, and half a fried twinkie. MMM..MMM! Then we rested, and today we went to half-price books where I got &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;, count em &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; games for, get this, &lt;strong&gt;11 dollars&lt;/strong&gt;. I got Fallout 1 and 2, those where 5 dollars all together, and Sudden Strike II for 6 dollars. What a fantaboulous deal aye? Then we preceded to go to an old cemetary, which was somewhat interesting, then to some museum, then we got some ice cream, and came home. The adults went to a middle-age-get-drunk party, so I decided not to go. The obvious choice. So ,I installed Fallout 2, which was lolable in it's self because they had about 10 different install options. 1.Minuscle Install (48 megs) 2. Small Install (64 megs) 3.Regular Install (89 megs) 4. Big Install (128 megs) 5. Huge Install (256 megs). and the coup de gras was number 5. HUMONGOUS INSTALL (626 megs). HOLY SHIT! 628 megs! THATS FUCKING GIGANTIC! LOLZ! So than I played it for about 2 hours, and it was a pretty cool game. So thats good. Well, thats about it for now, happy days!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106238343048087758?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106238343048087758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106238343048087758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106238343048087758' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106225498651714907</id><published>2003-08-30T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T19:12:45.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" color="#000000" size="3"&gt;Hi again. It's 9:30 in the morning. I had to wake up at 8:00 and we're still not out of the house. I just took a shower and I'm waiting for my damn diddly-dallying parents to haul some ass. I'm tired. Well, blog, I want to write something meaningful, but I'm just too damn tired.  Ahh crap I gotta take the recycling out. I'll post later. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: LOL LOOK AT BRANDONS BLOG LOLZ! &lt;a href="http://brandonlilya.blogspot.com" title="Brandons Blog"&gt;brandonlilya.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106225498651714907?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106225498651714907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106225498651714907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106225498651714907' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106222110976637630</id><published>2003-08-30T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T00:44:43.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" color="#000000" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I r B3iNg T3h l337 g0d!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="courier" color="#000000" size="3"&gt; Thats right I am. Bitch. So I have to get up really early tommarow to go to the twin cities. That sounds fun right? No. Early = &lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt; Very &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt;. Well this might be my last post until monday evening, or I'll be a g33k and update it in the cities at my aunts house. Oh well. LOLZ!LOLZ! LOLZ! Should I keep on saying that? LOLZ! LOLZ! Ok. Thats Enough. Well, night and happy blogging!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="courier" color="#000000" size="-10"&gt;lolz&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106222110976637630?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106222110976637630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106222110976637630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106222110976637630' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106218494259787114</id><published>2003-08-29T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T00:37:54.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" color="#000000" size="3"&gt;Hi again. It's 2 pm, not am, so thats good.  I'm still kinda tired though. Bored mostly. Just installed Warlords Battlecry 2, a good game.  Well, if it wasnt a good game than I wouldn't have installed it. Ahh....who should I call today? I don't know who. No ones ever home. Maybe someone. Or someone else. Or that other guy. Hmmm....maybe I'll just play games and make photoshops all day. Sounds like a plan. Yup. A plan. An evil plan? No. Well, maybe. Maybe I'll call someone. Yes...or maybe, someone will call me. Probably a lady. The ladies dig me. Obviously. &lt;br /&gt;010000110110100001101001011000110110101&lt;br /&gt;10111001100100000011001000110100101&lt;br /&gt;100111001000000110011101110101011&lt;br /&gt;11001011100110010000001110100011010000&lt;br /&gt;11000010111010000100000011010&lt;br /&gt;1101101110011011110111011100100000&lt;br /&gt;0110001001101001011011100110000101110&lt;br /&gt;0100111100100101110. Thats binary. See if you can translate it. Ahahaha. AHA. Yup. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll be off to play games. Later.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106218494259787114?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106218494259787114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106218494259787114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106218494259787114' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742341.post-106214206344058111</id><published>2003-08-29T02:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T00:27:29.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="courier" color="#000000" size="3"&gt;Hey...its Ross here. The first post of the rest of my life. Well hi. I'm Ross Lindberg, and I'll be your pilot today. We'll just to let you know, I'm not an ugly depressed girl that listens to crappy music and writes poetry. So don't expect any of that shit. I am just a foul-mouthed little boy that likes his porn, video games, and porn. Speaking of porn, I like it. Man o man, do I love downloading porn of Kazaa (Lite that is).  So anyway, a little about me. I'm 15, like porn, pc games (battlefield1942 and half-life are my faves), conan o brian, family guy, the daily show, and cable in general (d00d on channel 156 there iz pron! LOL!). Also I like going outside. HA! I got ya! AHAHAHA WHEEZE AHAHA. Well, are you amused yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, school starts next week (oh fucksticks!), and I really don't want to go. I really like summer. Really, who doesn't like waking up at noon and putting pants on around five o' clock? Ahh....I can do nothing all day, then my mom yells at me for not going outside. Oh well. Also my hair is gigantic now, probably since I haven't cut it since the end of school. I kind of look like the Jewish Don King. I wish I was the Jewish Don King. Also, this weekend I'm going to the Minnesota State Fair.  For those of you who have never been, I'm telling you, go. Especially if you like food. On a stick. So that should be fun. Go to www.b3ta.com. I'm a member. And you arent. HAHA! Well, it's about 2:30 in the morning, and if I want to call someone tomarmar I better get to bed, so goodnight all and happy blogging!  By the way, if you would like to email me, my email address is marx595@charter.net. So, email me, dammit!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5742341-106214206344058111?l=rosslindberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106214206344058111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742341/posts/default/106214206344058111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosslindberg.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106214206344058111' title=''/><author><name>Ross</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092880045538456258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
