<?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-13650385</id><updated>2012-01-16T18:27:35.479-08:00</updated><category term='motel 6'/><category term='driving'/><title type='text'>The Long and Crazy River to My Soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>616</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-4909759103542256873</id><published>2011-07-08T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:54:42.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Subject of Honesty</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you're reading this, but I just needed somewhere to get this out. I haven't yet, and that surprises me. But i've decided it's time to stop hiding. I need to let the truth out somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with why i wanted to leave in the first place. I felt as though you were holding me back. Whenever i'd try to be myself, i would be stifled. I felt like the walls were closing in and i was suffocating. I felt like i was being overly smothered. Maybe that was a defense mechanism, i don't know. But, nevertheless, i carefully weighed the possibilities. I thought and thought and i concluded that we weren't going to work out the way we'd once hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered to try again after you got back home from school, thinking you would be gone for 3 months, which ended up being one week. Having no time to think and explore myself, I was thrown into a state of panic, and again, suffocation. Although that ended a few months later, with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a while, and decided that we weren't right for each other anymore. I was fine with that, and so were you. We ended things happily, and I was honestly relieved. But believe me, I tried. It just didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, knowing about what you did after this really frustrates me. Or at least it did when i initially found out about it. I'm sorry, but lying to my sister crosses a pretty big line with me. I don't know why you're so oblivious to the fact that i don't want to be friends with you. I thought i did, but then all this happened, and you ruined it. If i wanted to talk to you, i would have made the effort to already. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all i wanted to say. Like i said, i don't know if you'll ever read this, but there's nothing either of us can do about anything now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-4909759103542256873?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4909759103542256873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=4909759103542256873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4909759103542256873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4909759103542256873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-subject-of-honesty.html' title='On the Subject of Honesty'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-1627060996193803961</id><published>2010-10-28T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:55:53.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Days in October</title><content type='html'>So um...you guys. I was in a movie. Well, i still am, but more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So filming was in Damascus. A small town near Clackamas. At our producer's house and surrounding areas. Got there Thursday night. We were to shoot the following morning. We got up early-ish, and headed to our first location. We had a lot of troubles with the sun and it's pesky hiding behind clouds every five damn seconds. And also a metric buttload of dump trucks drove by, and there was an accident just up the road, and on top of that, the footage we shot that morning was all overexposed. We were able to make it decent, but...decent isn't good enough. So, we decided to shoot those scenes at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were alot of scenes we had to reshoot. Due to many circumstances. But, that's how the film process works, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those circumstances: We have in our employ Adrienne King, star of a few of the Friday the 13th movies. Her being a SAG actor, we have to follow certain guidelines, file paperwork, etc. So the scenes with her in them, as the principal of our school, had to be rescheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, other than that, filming went down excellently. One of our DPs said that it's the best footage he's ever shot camera-wise, and everyone is doing amazing performances. On occasion, people tearing up and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the spectrum, my character, being the comic relief, had some important work to do as well. Or important to me, anyway. One scene called for me to riff on one of my lines, and when that was finished, people released their theretofore held-in laughter. I'll be completely honest/arrogant: people were howling. Me in my modesty, burshed it off with a "really?" and kept on moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than filming, everything whatsoever was amazing. There was not one person i didn't like, with one exception. Dorothy, our cooking lady. She cooked AMAZING food, but she was very difficult. She didn't understand how important it was to NOT BE COOKING AND MAKING NOISEY NOISE while we were filming. Also, when it was time to eat, she was a crazy kitchen Nazi. You can't serve yourself, and when you politely notify her that your portion is suitable, she insists on piling more onto your plate. Really good food, but yeah. None of that. And she was canned. And replaced! By someone who just set food out and prepared it before she came. Very cool thing to do. I called her "set mom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the days, we went on a little adventure. Walked around, went to the school near where we were staying. Played/swung. Walked forever. Then finally came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched alot of movies, played alot of Mario Kart Wii, slept...yeah. I think my momentum just ran out. My mind is blanking.&amp;nbsp; Well...uh...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, it was a glorious ten days. One of if not the best experiences of my life. I met some beautiful people, shared some amazing times, heard awesome stories, flung some knives/axes at trees...wait, let me tell you that story real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lunch one afternoon, and a couple of people were being taught by our director how to throw knives. Just for funsies. I was an observer for the most part, and then near the end of this endeavor, i decided to try it. The first knife i threw, let me repeat, first knife, stuck in the tree. I was so satisfied. Clearly the most badass thing i've EVER done. And then i ate a sandwich or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...that happened. It was a time of nuttin, never Denny's, broccoli runs, snorting Altoids, skanky skanks, sexy sex, and just about everything under the sun. That is, until the sun gets covered by clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-1627060996193803961?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1627060996193803961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=1627060996193803961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1627060996193803961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1627060996193803961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-days-in-october.html' title='10 Days in October'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-6271517853192943577</id><published>2010-08-08T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:27:33.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Always in This Twilight</title><content type='html'>At the end of a harmless, fun Saturday night, i can safely say now that it was the most satisfying one i've had in such a long time. So many things got covered and my life got made so much simpler, many events and feelings culminated and now i feel incredible, relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel quite lost anymore. The feeling that i thought i had, i realized doesn't exist, and that i was just freaking out about nothing. You see, sometimes your mind plays awful tricks on you, and you just need something small to see past it. I'm so glad that happened tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long conversation with my best friend in the whole world tonight. That also helped. We just went over what we thought of our friends and the choices they've made, and how it affects me mostly, and i just...don't want to be them. I really don't. It was so nice to have someone there with a level head for me to talk to. Not just someone who'll get all defensive and try to convince me that i'm wrong. It was so nice to just get it all out. It really was. And all thought there are still some tthings i don't think i'll be able to tell anyone, i'm real glad i did what i could. Honestly, sometimes i love my friends more than myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-6271517853192943577?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6271517853192943577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=6271517853192943577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6271517853192943577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6271517853192943577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-always-in-this-twilight.html' title='I&apos;m Always in This Twilight'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-2277853355365469316</id><published>2010-08-05T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:53:54.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me See You Do the Tightrope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUtZLmbZ_UU"&gt;Uh...here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my update on thi9ngs, if you didn't see it already. Well bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's taco salad for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-2277853355365469316?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2277853355365469316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=2277853355365469316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2277853355365469316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2277853355365469316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-me-see-you-do-tightrope.html' title='Let Me See You Do the Tightrope'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-2736441657716408256</id><published>2010-08-03T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T01:30:13.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God, Sorry to Disturb You, But...</title><content type='html'>...I pray we can make it better down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot has been on my mind for the past few weeks, or days, or something. And it's been a while, so...here you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know, i've been working "for" Safeway for the past 6 weeks. Well, not working for them, but for this program through the Oregon Blindface Commission.&amp;nbsp;I mean, Oregon Commission for the Blind. And the program ended this weekend. Thus, no more job for me. However, someone quit i guess, so they're keeping me on. Now i'm going through the entire process of applying, paperwork drug test, et cetera. I can' start working until i take a service class next Monday, but i do get paid for it, and at least i actually have a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last night was our first script read for the film. It went...amazingly. Everyone is so talented, and at times i felt inferior, but someone did tell me i was fantastic, so...i don't know. I always think that about myself though. Perhaps i shouldn't. I mean...i'm in a movie dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week at some poin, this sort of...rush came over me. Like....everything in my life is slowly falling into place. I mean, This could be the start of something great. Everyone wants to make their own mark on the world, right? Well, i could be doing that. Or at least...purchasing&amp;nbsp;my marker. This is going to sound really corny, and i hate to say that something sounds corny, because that's cliche, and saying something's cliche sounds cliche, but...i just know that this is where my new journey starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm...on my way to being something. Somebody. I honestly can't wait. I just can't. I can't wait to show people what i can do. Who i am. Inside and out.&amp;nbsp;In about a years' time, well...i don't know what i'll be doing. But my first step will be taken, and i'll be ever-ready to&amp;nbsp;start on my second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm starting to feel like an adul now. It's scary. But so exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as life blesses me with many things, it also takes things away. If only temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend is leaving for college in a few weeks. It seemed like such a long way away a few months ago, but now we're down to weeks. I'm scared, but i know we'll be okay. I'll try to be miserable as little as i can, and try to stay occupied with other things/people. But that'll be a little more difficult than i had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friends are also leaving. But much further than the former. Mississippi. I'll be just...lost. I feel lost right now, and i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been just...so pissed off at everything lately. No song sounds appealing to me. Don't feel like talking to anyone, really. Not even the ones who would probably help me out. Maybe i need to relax. You know that staring at the ceiling/sky thing i talked about doing&amp;nbsp;a long time ago? Haven't done that. Maybe that's what i'm missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably get to sleeping now. I've got some important...nothing to do tomrrow. Great. I have a feeling that's what alot of days are going to be like in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new friends. Or to make better ones out of existing ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-2736441657716408256?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2736441657716408256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=2736441657716408256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2736441657716408256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2736441657716408256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-god-sorry-to-disturb-you-but.html' title='Dear God, Sorry to Disturb You, But...'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-1481804033098378969</id><published>2010-07-19T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:44:16.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are the Only...Inception...</title><content type='html'>Friday night...what an eventful one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off work at 6:00 in the evening, and went to a barbecue that my friend was having. We were to have hot dogs and s'mores I was uder the assumptionthat we were having both hamburgers and hot dogs, so i asked for one of each. I totlly should have said not to worry about it when i was told that we weren't having hamburgers and that we could thaw sme meat from the freezer, but everything was happening so fast, and i was tired, so...yeah. Uhh...here's what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thawe the meat, and we didn't have any buns for such things, so i was fashioned a hamburger...shaped like a hot dog. We called it hamburdog. It tasted excellent. For real. And then s'mores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next half of the evening was devoted to seeing Inception. We were going to go at 9:40, so we left for Century Theatres to make that show. Here's the rub(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There was only a certain amount of room in the vehicle we were taking, so 3 of our 5 had to lay in the back, covered by blankets. It was exhilerating and&amp;nbsp;horrifying at the same time.&amp;nbsp;Being slightly jerked around, my head banging against the back of the truck bed, and as a cruel joke, being drug through the Aloha High School parking lot, equipped with multiple speed bumps. Fun, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 9:40 was sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had to wait an extra hour for the 10:40. I went with someone to WinCo to buy energy drinks. Success there. I got 2 for about $1.50. And we got back to the theater, sat around and talked for a little bit, then we were let in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw trailers for The Social Network, aka the facebook movie, which actually looks pretty good. Also, Due Date, Dinner For Schmucks, Red, The Town, u...i forget if there were more. But! Then the film began. And then we got to the halfway point, and i started to have to pee. The feeling escelated throughout the rest of the movie, and when it was finally over, it was all i could think about. The movie was great and all, it really was. But then peed for about 3 miinutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after that, i did the truck thing on the way back to the friend's house, and then i was taken home. The truck adventures resulted in me having a scrape/bruise on my arm, but it wasn't even a big deal and that was the only problem. But i was tird the next day at work. Oh well. That wasn't that bad either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad today is Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-1481804033098378969?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1481804033098378969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=1481804033098378969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1481804033098378969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1481804033098378969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are-onlyinception.html' title='You Are the Only...Inception...'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-2365879224637033599</id><published>2010-07-15T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:17:00.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Good Morning</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to make all my new posts song lyrics/titles. Grey's Anatomy style. Haaaa. That makes me not want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, in the wake of my uh...life0altering news, I'm receving many congratulations and kind words, and it feels great. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to update you. Uh...i'm doing alot today, so i just wanted to say hey and bouncezzz. Okay, yeah. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-2365879224637033599?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2365879224637033599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=2365879224637033599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2365879224637033599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2365879224637033599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-morning-good-morning.html' title='Good Morning Good Morning'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-7300559152030397759</id><published>2010-07-14T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:27:45.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inquiring Minds</title><content type='html'>Walking through the back room at my work today, and i got the urge to check my phone. I do that when i'm back there. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears i got a a text from Jason, the guy who is the director/writer of the movie i auditioned for. It told of consideration of expanding my role, and asked if i wanted to meet for coffee tomorrow morning. I accepted, obvs. He asked what part of town i was in, i told him, Hillsboro, and he said he'd email me instead. Well, he did. The emaii stated that i was now up for the role i initially auditioned for. I was invited to the script read in August, and i will. Go. To. That. Shit. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you could imagine, I was freaking out the whole rest of the day. And i was ectatic, beyond all comprehension. That is, until i had to walk home. You see, our car is...broken. So, it got towed away today, to the car doctor. We'll know the deets tomorow. But i had to take the bus home, and walk about 2 miles home. It was great. And also i had a bag of groceries i bought in order for myself to celebrate my awesomness, and it started to get a hole in the bottom and then i finally got to my street. Which was cool, except the sun was right in my face. I couldn't see anything, and i was sweating like cah-ray-zee. But then i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. There that is. Mm...bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-7300559152030397759?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7300559152030397759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=7300559152030397759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7300559152030397759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7300559152030397759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/inquiring-minds.html' title='Inquiring Minds'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-1699342336372255194</id><published>2010-07-11T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:40:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know Exactly Why I Walk and Talk Like a Machine</title><content type='html'>Hola, chldren. How are you? Good? I don't care. Let's get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went off with little to no hitches. I arrived at the Shilo Inn around 2 o'clock, and waited afor about an hour. They brought us in, talked to us for about 10 minutes, and sent us back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to have the actors necessary to try their scene in front of camera, then swap one the actors out for another, for checking on chemistry, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the scenes i was in felt good.I had energy, i thought i conveyed it well. Then i was brought in individually. I didn't get the role i auditioned for. But i do have a supporting role in the film, and i am in 3 or 4 scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there that is. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-1699342336372255194?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1699342336372255194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=1699342336372255194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1699342336372255194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1699342336372255194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-know-exactly-why-i-walk-and-talk-like.html' title='I Know Exactly Why I Walk and Talk Like a Machine'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-995166338061469746</id><published>2010-07-10T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:06:51.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Began to Smile and I Said "Oh, You Should've Seen Me a Couple of Years Ago"</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, well, now that you're caught up on my life, and my emotions at the moment, i thought it would be fitting to...keep doing that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was (emphasis on DAY)...well, i don't even remember. Only a couple things. We all got free salads at lunch, so...win there. But other than that, today was kind of a fail day. Work-related i mean. I kept getting told by one person in particular how to do things, like i didn't know already. I mean, i know she means well, but let me just do it y way, and see what happens, and then you can correct me. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,i hate to feel this way, but i feel like half of the people there don't like me. As in, i'm not getting a comfortable vibe from them at all. It could be my rookie-ness, maybe i come off or came off as a dick to them, i'm not sure. I do hope it turns around though. The people i feel comfortable with are really nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following work, i had some time with my girlfriend, which has not happened in only god knows how long. Went to Taco Bell for dinner, and just basically hung out for a while. It was perfect, and very long overdue, and very much needed. Then, i came home, plopped myself down on this dining table chair, and began typing.  I am currentl hungry as fffuuuu- and Snowball won't shut his goddamn trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow should be...rather interesting. Let me give you a little backstory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay, a few months ago, my mother saw on OregonLive.com that there was to be an audition for a film in Portland. She told me about it, i looked into it, and decided to give my best shot. We both sat there for hours waiting for my numbe to be called, and when it finally was, i said my lines, twice, then exited. I was extremely pessimistic about the whole thing. Until i recieved an email a few weeks later from the director of the film. It said that i made it to callback auditions, and that i was in the top 3 for my role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow, i mustreturn to the hallowed ground that is the Shilo Inn, and read my new lines in front of a camera, etc. I'm a tiny bit nervous, but you know...i'll do my damndest to get that part, and if i don't, i'll have a great experience trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. Wish me luck, why don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-995166338061469746?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/995166338061469746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=995166338061469746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/995166338061469746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/995166338061469746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-began-to-smile-and-i-said-oh-you.html' title='I Began to Smile and I Said &quot;Oh, You Should&apos;ve Seen Me a Couple of Years Ago&quot;'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-7458556150718954871</id><published>2010-07-09T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:56:58.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinging for Mars</title><content type='html'>So...it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer will you hear about my schooling exploits. No longer will you read of my academic turmoil and woe. You probably cared as much as it seemed that i did. But it's all over now. My high school career ended today. But it ended just like any other normal day. It just...happened. There were no words spoken of it, no applause, no bands playing, not even in my own head. It just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do i feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too entirely sure to be honest. I'm not even sure it will hit me at any point. I have no reasonable explanation why, but i sort of feel numb to the whole thing. I'm not even thinking about it. Honestly i'd love to know why, but i just don't feel anything. Do i not feel i earned it? Will it finally come over me like a wave when i finally get my diploma? I mean, i know this is important, and it is a very big deal, Maybe i need time to think about it. Time to myself. I need to lay down, stare up at the celing and decipher this. Process it. I'm not sure when it's going to happen, but i bet it will be soon. I need to do that. For alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally triumphed over arguably the hardest year of my life. I've had so many setbacks and struggles this year, and they've all come to a halt. Now i can go be free. I...can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for a while now, I've had a much different attitude about life than i used to. Life just...hands you so much shit. So many problems, that you've just got to go and show it that you aren't afraid of it. I've been more carefree than i've ever been. If i make a mistake, so be it. Everyone does. Life has treated me so awfully, that i just don't care. And i'm not drinking or partying or whatever either, but just...i fon't know. I want to be a kid. A stupid kid. For once. Now that i'm an adult, i realize that. I feel like i've missed out in a way i suppose, so i'm doing what i can now. In the comfort of a few close friends of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i guess that's it. That's how i've bee feeling for the past...year i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i have no idea what it is, but i feel like something's been missing.  For a while now. I mean, i have everything i need right now. I have a job, i don't have to go to school, i have an amazing girlfriend, and for some reason, i'm not as happy as i think i should be. I mean, i've been okay, but i simply feel there's something else i need. And it isn't there. Perhaps my adult-itude is making me think weird things. I'm not entirely sure. Maybe i should write here more often? It might be more therapeudic/cethartic to do it. I don't know, i've always felt better after writing about/crying over things that bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for reading, if you did in fact read it. Feel free to leave comments if you want to talk. Any questions about life, me, my life, whatever, i don't care. Just um...i don't know. But if you want to comment, go ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-7458556150718954871?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7458556150718954871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=7458556150718954871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7458556150718954871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7458556150718954871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/swinging-for-mars.html' title='Swinging for Mars'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-4229724386082961484</id><published>2010-02-25T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:20:48.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The River Still Runs</title><content type='html'>So, being a senior is slowly but certainly taking it's toll on me. Everything is slowly falling on top of me, and crashing down. But, let me tell you, i will be militant in my quest to stop them. I will shoot them down like clay pigeons before they come anywhere near me. I'm excited to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/ben+folds+five/track/philosophy" title="'Ben Folds Five - Philosophy' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Ben Folds Five - Philosophy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-4229724386082961484?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4229724386082961484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=4229724386082961484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4229724386082961484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4229724386082961484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2010/02/river-still-runs.html' title='The River Still Runs'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-4393961910948164270</id><published>2009-09-26T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:45:21.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With the Revolver</title><content type='html'>My friend has a birthday party tonight, and it's a murder mystery party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By tonight, i meant last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. and...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week so far has been...alright. Yesterday was...hectic. I don't want to talk about it really, it's not really my business to tell you alls. But whatevah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-4393961910948164270?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4393961910948164270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=4393961910948164270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4393961910948164270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4393961910948164270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-revolver.html' title='With the Revolver'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-972325596199819295</id><published>2009-09-23T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:36:52.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic</title><content type='html'>So, play rehearsals have been going since last week, and this week has so far been...crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our director has to miss the majority of this week, and we're all left alone to fend for ourselves and rehearse on our own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to have our monologues half memorized by Monday, and i've only read mine...one time. So...FSCPBAT.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a bunch of profanity i'd rather not repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-972325596199819295?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/972325596199819295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=972325596199819295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/972325596199819295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/972325596199819295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2009/09/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-4842436308852740821</id><published>2009-09-13T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:05:33.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power</title><content type='html'>So, i'm senior in high school now. That gives me alot to think about, which is happening quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating, going to a new school, getting into said school, moving out possibly. Ugh. so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me? i don't feel like writing now. But i want to. Whatever. Uh...bye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-4842436308852740821?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4842436308852740821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=4842436308852740821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4842436308852740821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4842436308852740821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2009/09/power.html' title='Power'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-560165092082469521</id><published>2009-09-13T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:17:54.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long and Crazy River.</title><content type='html'>Good morning...? Evening? Afternoon? Well, whenever you're reading this...welcome. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 2:00 AM on what is now September 13th, 2009. As of right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Darren Hicks&lt;br /&gt;Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;Year in School: Senior&lt;br /&gt;Current life status: Potentially hectic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was once a blog where i shared my adolescent trials, turmoil, blunders, scrapes, mishaps, shenanigans, tomfoolery, and synonyms. I now plan to make this a blog about my transition into my adult vversions of those activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of ground to cover in these next few postings, missives, chapters of my blogvel [blog novel].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's uh...get things underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior year of high school started last Wednesday, and i'm already excited for what's yet to come. Not excited for what already did come. My classes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0. Encore: With my crazy choir director Ms. Reeve. Which i'm totally positive i'll be sharing more about later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Concert Choir. Oh yes. Two choir periods in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Physics: The only area of sciences i'm really into more than a little. And the teacher's pretty cool. And i have alot of friends in that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Algebra 2: Itt's an okay class so far. Math always is. Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: I eat during this period. In Sil's office. With my girlfriend of now 17 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Economics: Boy howdy, is this going to be interesting. Interesting like what will happen when someone gets bored enough to stab themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. English: My favorite teacher so far this year. I can't wait to do more in this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so that would be step 1 i'm assuming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, as i stroke my greasy, unwashed in-need-of-shower-now hair, i ponder on what remains to be shared. How much? Alot. Yrah...I'll get on that as soon as possiblay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime...hop on over to my twitter page. If you care to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/deehomsarro"&gt;Twitter!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Oh yeah, she was real freaky. Just wanted to...get down with...sex all the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - 40 Year Old Virgin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-560165092082469521?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/560165092082469521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=560165092082469521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/560165092082469521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/560165092082469521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-and-crazy-river.html' title='The Long and Crazy River.'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-7177365722542813837</id><published>2009-03-10T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:10:32.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A note about LOVE</title><content type='html'>In response to Ben's recent note about hate, i decided to take things in a different direction. In fact, quite the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who are polite.&lt;br /&gt;Often times, walking through campus, there's the accidental bumping into. And not just light tapping of shoulder to shoulder, mind you. I mean a violent, jarring convergence of bodies that does not, surprisingly, prompt a "sorry", "excuse me" or "paron me". They're simply shrugged off and you're left to spend the next few minutes recovering and bitching to your friends. I do however applaud those who take the time to apoligize and live the moment with you. It leaves you with a smile, and a good day. Or good 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Weird rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;Take this lyric from "Waste of Paint" by Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;"i know a man who's mostly made of pain&lt;br /&gt;he gets up, drives to work and straight back home again"&lt;br /&gt;But he does not pronounce the word "uh-GAYN"m it is sung "uh-GEHN"&lt;br /&gt;I like that. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People who are there.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean simply, people who are present. I mean people who listen to everything. And they respond with advice. And they help you all they can, even if it's just listening to you. It's just really nice to have a helpful ear, and to have someone to vent to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Weather.&lt;br /&gt;It does crazy things. Especially now a days. It snows while the sky is blue, it's warm in December. Snow happens on Christmas. Two years in a row. Even though this year, it left my family trapped in the house, and we didn't/couldn't go anywhere. It's great. Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. So far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-7177365722542813837?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7177365722542813837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=7177365722542813837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7177365722542813837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7177365722542813837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/note-about-love.html' title='A note about LOVE'/><author><name>TheExactSame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01256682894087657337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-1283833139660325424</id><published>2009-02-15T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:48:56.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>This is...the first post in only god knows how long, and i am sorry for the seemingly infinite silence. I've just been not wanting to/having no internet since mid-November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've been about recently. More about than out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New trimester started in November. With it brought English and IB Theatre into the mix. Which is always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been noticing recently that whenever i have awful days, the next day always makes up for it in a gigantic way. My Friday was awful. I recieved news that turned out to be flase, with regards to someone close to me, I totally didn't know any of the lines for a scene i'm in in IB theatre, then i left my script at school so i couldn't study them over the weekend, and i stepped in mud on my way to 5th period. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize i wasn't there for the end of the year awards, nor the roundup of gifts i got for Christmas. Forgive me. Plz. Thx. K Bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Yes, i see it there...on the X-axix..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       - The Office&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-1283833139660325424?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1283833139660325424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=1283833139660325424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1283833139660325424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1283833139660325424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-719537886230778263</id><published>2008-09-24T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:14:04.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Malapropism</title><content type='html'>So, about my 2nd period teacher. In Health 2. There's this thing about her. I'll explain it like i did to everybody else.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, she says "et cetera" alot, which i wouldn't mind, if it were said correctly. But in this particular case, it's...not happening. The word is used in such an awful way. She says it like the medication Excedrin. "Excedra" is the pronunciation. It angers me. I don't know what to do. But something i have done is started a semester-long tally of the number of times this false word is uttered. So far, we're at 14. I excpect it to pop up many more times in the coming weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, my god, it's complete word murder. Worder, if you will. You probably won't, but i most certainly have. It is simply ridiculous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn how to talk, kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-719537886230778263?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/719537886230778263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=719537886230778263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/719537886230778263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/719537886230778263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/09/malapropism.html' title='The Malapropism'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-3147474594176494289</id><published>2008-09-24T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:53:10.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva la Blog...a</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;I've seriously been considering discontinuing this blog and relocating, but on a whim, i decided against the matter. So, without further adieu, here's the first of MANY posts in the coming days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;School was underway a few weeks ago. Let's run down the classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;1. Chemistry. It's a pretty easy class. And the teacher is pretty cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;2. Health 2. This is an extremely easy class. More on the teacher in the next post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;3. Concert Choir. The new choir director is freaking amazing. She actually cares if we're good or if we aren't so good, and works us until we get things right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;4. French 2. It's hard to grasp the traditions of the class, and i haven't taken French since 9th grade. But it's not that complicated. So, i'm glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;5. Geometry. Easy. Teacher is new, but she's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;I know i should've told you all this ages and ages ago, and for this i apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;1) "You're a weird looking smiley face!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;                     - overheard in the DM hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-3147474594176494289?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3147474594176494289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=3147474594176494289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3147474594176494289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3147474594176494289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/09/viva-la-bloga.html' title='Viva la Blog...a'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-460720690681263998</id><published>2008-09-12T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:09:45.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Tweedy - People Talking During Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ew3AOlbJXos' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ew3AOlbJXos'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm sorry this is the first post this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll have more, i swear it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-460720690681263998?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/460720690681263998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=460720690681263998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/460720690681263998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/460720690681263998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/09/jeff-tweedy-people-talking-during.html' title='Jeff Tweedy - People Talking During Concert'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-4840597614442337714</id><published>2008-08-31T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:24:11.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Labor Dabor-est</title><content type='html'>So, tomorrow is the holiday before school. I'll probably...do nothing and have to like it. That sucks. But today, i did do something, which was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ross for school shenanigans. All i got was a hoodie. Went to Target. I got a shirt and a new bag, thank Jesus. I've had the old for too long, and it just looks like i'm carrying a load of crap on my back. Seriously, though. I might give it to someone who needs it. Know anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. Tuesday is the first "school night". And Liz gets to do all the crazy crap she wants. It's weird. Really weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-4840597614442337714?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4840597614442337714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=4840597614442337714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4840597614442337714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4840597614442337714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/labor-dabor-est.html' title='The Labor Dabor-est'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-7740536501138291087</id><published>2008-08-28T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:23:56.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Succeeding</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was pretty fun too. Taco salad for dinner...and then after that, Ariel came over, and her, Sam, Liz and I went bowling, and then we played pool and then rented movies again and went home. The movies? Strangers With Candy, and OpenCam, some gay thriller. And by gay, i do mean homosexual. I'd never say it otherwise. I didn't watch it. Wasn't in the mood for "thrills." The other one was okay. The show is sooo much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today? Went to Taco Bell for Cody's birthday. Then now i'm here. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Here's my story. [reading title card] Stranglers...with...[fades out] I guess we'll never know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                - Srangers With Candy [movie]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-7740536501138291087?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7740536501138291087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=7740536501138291087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7740536501138291087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7740536501138291087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/succeeding.html' title='Succeeding'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-8895904984002335964</id><published>2008-08-28T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:11:44.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Fellows of Post-Spring Months Have Departed</title><content type='html'>During this last summer week, i've done quite a lot so far. And there's onl about 1 and a hlaf days left, and then a few more next week. Yes, i'm pissed, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: I went to the Oregon State Fair. Main reason? To see Weird Al for the first time in ages. And let me tell you guys, it was pretty fantastic. The songs? Um...let me see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fun Zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Polkarama!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll Sue Ya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canadian Idiot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White and Nerdy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're Pitiful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trapped in the Drive-Thru [snippet]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'n In Love With the Skipper [snippet]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat It [s]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Couch Potato [s]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty Fly For a Rabbi [s]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Complicated Song [s]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bedrock Anthem [s]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confessions Part III [s]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I Cree[ You Out [s]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eBay [s]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ode to a Superhero [s]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weasel Stomping Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smells Like Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close But No Cigar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bob&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Saga Begins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yoda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's All About the Pentiums&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amish Paradise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gump&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanna B Ur Luvr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;After Fat, he introduced the band, and left for a while. By a while i mean, about 2 minutes or something. Then he came back and did these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We All Have Cell Phones, So Come On, Let's Get Real [encore]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right after that, he did the unexcpected. He played freaking Albuquerque. Yes, that Albuquerque. He even did the extra long version, with every sort of donut you could find, and starting the song over when he loses his train of thought. It was fantastic. I can't wait to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fair was good too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-8895904984002335964?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8895904984002335964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=8895904984002335964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8895904984002335964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8895904984002335964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-fellows-of-post-spring-months.html' title='After the Fellows of Post-Spring Months Have Departed'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-5875000586797427117</id><published>2008-08-27T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:31:07.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Folds - Cologne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/mkiMdAPmJLU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/mkiMdAPmJLU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i...love...this...song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-5875000586797427117?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5875000586797427117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=5875000586797427117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5875000586797427117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5875000586797427117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/ben-folds-cologne.html' title='Ben Folds - Cologne'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-6987800155435923039</id><published>2008-08-20T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:15:27.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The...VI?</title><content type='html'>So...It's been years, but in 2008, i guess the real Olympic fever swept across my father, and he initiated the family Olympics. By family, i mean Sam, Liz, Dad and I. The events?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mario Party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aggravation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mario Kart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mario Golf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mario Kart battle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super Monkey Ball bowling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super Monkey Ball soccer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mario Tennis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahhh! Anyway, I'm not that good. I haven't won a thing yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...This is the first post from Safari. I like it. It's all...Apple-ey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-6987800155435923039?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6987800155435923039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=6987800155435923039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6987800155435923039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6987800155435923039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/thevi.html' title='The...VI?'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-8585344922522876585</id><published>2008-08-16T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:49:46.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Five With a Bullet...And a Few Doobies</title><content type='html'>I'm seeing Pineapple Express later.  So...there that is. It's gonn' be sweetz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...see you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-8585344922522876585?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8585344922522876585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=8585344922522876585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8585344922522876585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8585344922522876585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/number-five-with-bulletand-few-doobies.html' title='Number Five With a Bullet...And a Few Doobies'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-3122059670774506072</id><published>2008-08-15T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:15:17.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Creepiness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/QIvt6VxNPW0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QIvt6VxNPW0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't Stop by Innerpartysystem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-3122059670774506072?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3122059670774506072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=3122059670774506072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3122059670774506072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3122059670774506072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/need-creepiness.html' title='Need Creepiness?'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-1449573686114014619</id><published>2008-08-15T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:06:33.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biggest Little Mistake</title><content type='html'>I get it, do you? Probably not. Haha, you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Assassin Night III was on Tuesday. 'Twas Ben, Ariel, Sam, Mike, Mike, Kelsey, Spencer, Kira and I. Yes, both Mikes came, it was weird. Not really, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since then, it's been cripplingly hot. I want a job like crazy, and i have a new IPod. How, you ask? Well, Liz's beau bought her one, so i inherited the old one. It takes forever to put stuff on it and take stuff off, but dammit, i can listen to This American Life! I love that show so much. You have no idears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's birthday is on Monday. Cool. And then the 25th is the fair/Weird Al. I'm excited. The first time in like, 8 years. Taste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "You know, DC. We love what you do. But you know...that you're toxic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           - Nickel Creek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-1449573686114014619?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1449573686114014619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=1449573686114014619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1449573686114014619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1449573686114014619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/biggest-little-mistake.html' title='The Biggest Little Mistake'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-1857509097318243838</id><published>2008-08-11T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:25:13.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Might Remember</title><content type='html'>Wednesday: Assassin Night II. I came this time. I couldn't last time because of Foo Fighters. Who all was there? Ben, Spencer, Kelsey, Kira, Leah, Jake, Sam, Me. It was at Kelsey's aunt's house. We were soread around a nice place. We played about four or five games, then went inside for a drink break. After that, it was time for me to find the ultimate hiding place. Jake put me on top of the roof of a small little houselet, i think i'd call it. I sprawled out and was never found. The next game, i hid under a picnic table and was almost not found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went for Otter Pops and talked for about ten minutes then all went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i bought Viva la Vida by Coldplay. It's simply wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Game over, yeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                - The lyrics to my new favorite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;Viva la Via or Death and All His Friends - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Hiroshima [song - Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;Bitch Went Nutz [song] - Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;A Weekend in the City - Bloc Party&lt;br /&gt;Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes&lt;br /&gt;Narrow Stairs - Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;Interventions and Lullabies - The Format&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-1857509097318243838?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1857509097318243838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=1857509097318243838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1857509097318243838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1857509097318243838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-might-remember.html' title='I Might Remember'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-27458012853097974</id><published>2008-08-11T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:11:30.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Breath</title><content type='html'>The next morning, i woke up. and then the next day happened. I did nothing this day. We shall go on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 3rd: Went with that one girl to see our friend Leah sing for Portland Teen Idol at that Hillsboro Festival. She was tres good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday? The 4th? Nothing, if i recall correctly. But sometime between Saturday and Tuesday, Sam and I walked to the shopping center deal and rented movies, got ourselves a kickball for...kickball, and groceries. by that i mean grocery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on kickball: Tuesday, we planned on having a kickball tourney at the park by our house. A slew of people were planning on coming, but it ended up being just Ariel, Sam, Liz and I. We played for five seconds, then went to Brookwood and played walball for another five seconds. Then we all went and saw Step Brothers. Best Will Ferrell movie in a while, in my opinion. We went back home and rented Requiem For a Dream and Thirteen, the latter i had seen already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requiem For a Dream is crazy, and freaky, and messed up, and very good. I can't quite explain it, but just check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Wednesday-right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-27458012853097974?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/27458012853097974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=27458012853097974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/27458012853097974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/27458012853097974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/breath.html' title='A Breath'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-2859972724020046419</id><published>2008-08-11T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:59:24.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Viewers Like You</title><content type='html'>This recent silence has been brought to you by an anonymous donor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue what i've been doing instead of posting. Drugs? No. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think i'm going to detail the big stuff in seperate posts, small crap in combined ones. Okay. Let's start with the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's company picnic at Oaks Park.  It was Liz, Mom, Sam, Cody, Deja and I. People showed up fashionably. Then we went. Same thing as last year. We got there, ate, and immediately went to crazy things. I didn't do the Screaming Eagle, mostly because i didn't feel like dying that night. So, we did random things and got refreshments. I don't know if it was that [it probably was] or the inability to control things, but i puked on a ride for the first time in my life, people. First time ever. Now strangers think i'm one of those kids. I promptly went to the bathroom to wash it off the back of my shirt. And when i say bathroom, i mean outrageously unclean suckhole of a suckhole. It puts all the regular suckholes to shame. Honestly, it does. So, shortly after that, we walked to the car as the lights were all flickering off for closing time. We got home. I slept, then the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-2859972724020046419?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2859972724020046419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=2859972724020046419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2859972724020046419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2859972724020046419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-viewers-like-you.html' title='Not Viewers Like You'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-8247935001823283611</id><published>2008-07-31T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:33:30.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put On Your Shoes, Kids!</title><content type='html'>You're not doing anything today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this dilemma later, if it actually exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-8247935001823283611?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8247935001823283611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=8247935001823283611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8247935001823283611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8247935001823283611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/put-on-your-shoes-kids.html' title='Put On Your Shoes, Kids!'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-186382666410930040</id><published>2008-07-28T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:01:26.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baked Goods</title><content type='html'>In the third part of my fair story trilogy, let's examine the aftermath of one sunny afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had applied sunscreen before i left, even the "trouble areas." Meaning the back of my neck. This did not succeed, as i had a wicked sunburn there for four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to walk around in shirts that wouldn't touch my back, or no shirt at all. I never went outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm peeling like crazy. But i can wear normal person shirts now! Halle freaking lujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my schedule! People are getting them already, and i waaaaaant mine. Meh. It's no fairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-186382666410930040?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/186382666410930040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=186382666410930040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/186382666410930040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/186382666410930040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/baked-goods.html' title='Baked Goods'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-6581936286409415002</id><published>2008-07-27T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:23:56.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrilling Heroics</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a story. An epic of sorts. This takes place on last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal day at the fair. Full of farm animals and fried and frozen treats. This story is about a young man, a young man who is too afraid to get sick and waits for other people on rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy, stood there with his girlfriend's purse at his feet. He shielded his eyes from the hot, global warming-cured sun. All of aa sudden, he heard a noise. A buzzing noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his shaded eyes, he saw the black figure flying in front of his face. There it was. Flying, buzzing, flying, buzzing. Feeling quite pathetic and freaked out, he swung his open palm, and struck the insect across the face. The creature fell, assumingly to his or her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys...i smacked a bug in it's dirty bitch face. I'm so cool, it's not even funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-6581936286409415002?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6581936286409415002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=6581936286409415002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6581936286409415002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6581936286409415002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/thrilling-heroics.html' title='Thrilling Heroics'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-8049353237351055816</id><published>2008-07-26T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:01:13.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fare Away</title><content type='html'>So, i went on an adventure to the fair on Thursday. And this is a report on it. Really? I do those? Yes...yes i do. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke at 8:45 in the morning. I met the party 9:30. We skedaddled on over after that. We hung, rode rides, ate, drank, sno-coned. And i'm doing it again this Friday! Friday! Friday! Actually, no, i'm not. I'm going to Oaks Park again for my mom's company picnic. Again. Yehhhhhhahhh! Free popcorn/cotton candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaced came out on DVD. I want it. I WANT it. I'll be lost without it. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Oh! Look at my wrist! I have to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  - Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog (4th Act is planned! Holy eff!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-8049353237351055816?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8049353237351055816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=8049353237351055816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8049353237351055816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8049353237351055816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/fare-away.html' title='Fare Away'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-132374440334568797</id><published>2008-07-22T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:00:13.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But You Weren't Hoooonest</title><content type='html'>Liz comes back home today. We pick her up at 9:30-ish? That's when the plane lands. So...yeah. It's been a long couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my life has not been the most eventful the past few days. Is that my fault? No. I realized i wanna do alot of stuff though. Like learning how to ride a bike and learning piano and becoming famous and getting a job. Oh god. That's alot of work. But...i can do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why i haven't been posting much lately. I mean, i'm doing stuff still. Am i too lazy? Do i just not care? Is the blog dying in front of my face? Eh, probably. Maybe a title change will make me motivated. It'll be...what, my third? Geeze, alot of questions in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "When the fans found out there was going to be a movie, they were angry? Oh that's not the word? They were happy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              - Joss Whedon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) currently wanting to own like crazy crazy crazy - Spaced: The Complete Series&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-132374440334568797?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/132374440334568797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=132374440334568797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/132374440334568797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/132374440334568797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/but-you-werent-hoooonest.html' title='But You Weren&apos;t Hoooonest'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-8621968499283504823</id><published>2008-07-19T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:21:14.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes You Win...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/eia8KAIK_sg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/eia8KAIK_sg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The shins on Yo Gabba Gabba!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-8621968499283504823?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8621968499283504823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=8621968499283504823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8621968499283504823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8621968499283504823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-you-win.html' title='Sometimes You Win...'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-2709835942975757368</id><published>2008-07-19T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:18:49.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Was Something to Shout About</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in 10 days! Merrrrhhh, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth? Nothing's happening. Nothing too fun. I saw Foo Fighters the other week, and that's the funnest thing in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's company picnic coming up, and then Weird Al at the fair. Liz's been gone, i've been bored. Not entirely bored though, so...that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben took me to Ikea the other day. It's pretty cool. Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Texting. It's important, or i would stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  - Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) please go to: drhorrible.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-2709835942975757368?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2709835942975757368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=2709835942975757368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2709835942975757368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2709835942975757368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-was-something-to-shout-about.html' title='That Was Something to Shout About'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-4927668265454113532</id><published>2008-07-09T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:49:23.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Wanna Feel Attrac...tive...Today.</title><content type='html'>I feel gross today. I needsa shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz leaves tomorrow for South Carolina. And i'm seeing Foo Fighters. And then Friday, i'm also busy. I'm available today though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, whatev. This isn't working out for you and me. I'm gonna end this post. I can't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Now do you see why i'm so FUCKING ANGRY?"&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               - Shaun of the Dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-4927668265454113532?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4927668265454113532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=4927668265454113532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4927668265454113532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4927668265454113532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-wanna-feel-attractivetoday.html' title='I Just Wanna Feel Attrac...tive...Today.'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-1353589765719471464</id><published>2008-07-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:41:35.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life Lesson Told in Six Words</title><content type='html'>Don't trust people you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so this is a post about anyone, it could be anyone. [Lily Allen (have you heard her new stuff? it's great.)/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan this morning was to go to the zoo. Deja, her brother and their friends from wherever were going, Oh...wait, did i say plan? Far from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No specific time was set, so it ended with with me getting called at about 8:45 asking if i could be at the MAX stop at 9. Seeing as dad wasn't up and about yet, and i needed money, uh...no. I asked if 9:30 was possible, to which i heard a flat-out "no." by strangers on the other end. so...the idea was shot down like a fighter jet in the American Revolution. (Get it? 'Cuz they weren't...nevermind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose i'm over it now. It's just that i haven't gone to the zoo, just for the zoo in a long time, and then going with possible new friends? Cool. But nahhh. This brings me to another point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sincere thanks to the Minus Ones. Minus Ones? Those are what, exactly? Well, sometimes, in a fit of anger one would exclaim "Screw them all!" Even thought they might not mean all of them in that group. The oners that aren't being "screwed" are what i call Minus Ones. The people that are still good, and haven't burned you in any way. And they aren't guilty by association to the Screwees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Moulin Rouge for the million billionth time last night. I still cried, and i realized i forgot how fantastic that movie was, And still is. If you still haven't seen it, go fuck yourselves, San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funding for the post was provided by the Minus Ones Foundation, and contributions from Viewers Like You. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-1353589765719471464?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1353589765719471464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=1353589765719471464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1353589765719471464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1353589765719471464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-lesson-told-in-six-words.html' title='A Life Lesson Told in Six Words'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-4874635044390519247</id><published>2008-07-05T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:37:23.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A 4th</title><content type='html'>Huh. Yesterday. Let's begin with the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Mike called and asked me if he could come over, and if he could bring Ben. So, he came, but Ben didn't, so...it was just us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started with watching half of Jeopardy! and then me eating dinner. We had a plan after i ate to go for a walk to our friend Mark's house. Mike called Mark, he didn't pick up. So, then our plan was to walk to Deja's and tell her we were walking to Mark's. So...we did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there, hung out for a while, then walked to the Esplenade. We went to the Dollar Tree and Target, because they were closing, then back to her house. He hung out for...an hour? Then Mike and I went back to Safeway and got drinks. Instead of the S and S Mart by my house. Then we walked back to the house, and passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning was the 4th of July Parade. A family tradition. Deja and her pesky, apex of annoying brother were there, 'cos i told them to be. Although, he wasn't too bad. So, that went on and about, and then the fam plus Sam went back home, then to my aunt's house for lunch. It was just a tiny bit cramped, but it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we adopted our new cat. Koben/Smokey. More on her in the coming...times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-4874635044390519247?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4874635044390519247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=4874635044390519247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4874635044390519247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4874635044390519247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/huh.html' title='A 4th'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-1153834496998986462</id><published>2008-07-01T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:20:57.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Pioneers</title><content type='html'>On Friday, i recieved a phone call from Ben. He tells me that him, Kelsey and Peter are going to downtown Portland on Monday. And he needed me. Yeahhhh. And also they were going to Kelsey's house to rehearse and work out exactly what we were going to do. Rehearse what? Well, the plan was to go downtown and film us just doing stupid stuff. So, we practiced and talked about what we going to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met on Monday morning at the MAX station. Kelsey's bro Spencer was the cameraman. We boarded, and talked about stuff. We got to Pioneer Place, and entered. Our first activity: Kelsey must drag herself across the floor, as if that's her way of getting around. She couldn't do it without smiling, so Ben did. After that, it was about 1:00, so we all ate. And by all i mean Peter, Ben and Spencer. After eating, we went around to perform our next task. But while doing that, we saw a guy with a vacuum...he looked like a ghostbuster. We followed him and sang the theme siong to Ghostbusters. Then we did random other things. Such as walking along that blue path thing, carrying me in a sheet into American Eagle, pretending to hurl over the escalator into the fountain. One of our skits involved dancing like crazy mofos on the skybridge. We did, and at one point Ben was sexy dancing with Peter, and some guy walked by and went "Yeah! Get it!" it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exited the mall, and roamed the streets and did other things. Played hockey with Dollar Tree sticks and balls, not pucks. We ran down the street, prompting some guy to yell, "Go! Go! Go!" We were stopped by a guy with a clipboard, who asked us a question, which is our qoute today. Ben, Spencer and I put on sheets and other things, and pretenndeed we were a cult, chanting and singing weird things. People started singing with us, and called me Harry Potter! Although it could've been Spencer. After that we walked to PSU after taking the street car. We saw some people proteesting fur at some store. Ben and i satrted dancing to their song. "Hey hey! Ho ho! [something] furs have got to go!" They asked us to cross the street and join them and get some info, but we declined. We sat on a bench and talked about some things for a while. We took the MAX to the Rose Garden for our finale. We ran through the fountain things there for about 15 minutes. We hopped back on the MAX home. And we ended the day. We ended almost the funnest day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Why such small sticks?"&lt;br /&gt;"They were only a dollar."&lt;br /&gt;"Where's the puck?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mother Nature's the puck."&lt;br /&gt;"Mother Nature's the puck. That's the best line i've ever heard."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-1153834496998986462?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1153834496998986462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=1153834496998986462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1153834496998986462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1153834496998986462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-are-pioneers.html' title='We Are Pioneers'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-5137398832880042873</id><published>2008-06-23T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:48:54.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Subject is No Longer Tabuu</title><content type='html'>Yes, i cleared it. The Subspace Emmisary. And i went back to get Wolf, Jigglypuff and Toon Link. Surprisingly? I don't really like fighting with Sonic. Sure, he's fast, and he has a cool throw, and does the ball thing, but...eh. Snake, Pit and R.O.B. are fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. last night was awesome. Sam, Liz and I decided to walk to the Esplenade, to get stuff from Safeway and to take Be Kind Rewind back. Really good movie, by the way. On our way back, Liz and i rode in a shopping cart. Which i'm hazy on if it's against the law or not. Probably. Went to Deja's, hung out for a bit, then went back home. We planned on staying up all night, and got energy drinks. I made it until 3:45, and i don't know about the other two yet. Still...good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "You know who else has hands? The devil! And he uses 'em for holdin'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           - Walk Hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-5137398832880042873?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5137398832880042873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=5137398832880042873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5137398832880042873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5137398832880042873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/06/subject-is-no-longer-tabuu.html' title='The Subject is No Longer Tabuu'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-2234395840945532947</id><published>2008-06-22T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:48:42.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes...Oh Wait, Nothing</title><content type='html'>So yeah, that pretty much sums it up. I haven't been doing virtually ANYTHING fun the last few days. That's...bad. But at least for the first time in my life i wanna actually do crap during the summer. Not just loaf around at home. So...that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSE has still been a little bit of a whore to conquer. It's about everytime i play, i know where i'm going at one point, and then they throw me back somewhere else, and then i have no idea again. It's fantastic! But not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay. Now i'm satisfied. I still have Be Kind Rewind that i haven't watched yet. But i need to wait for Sam + the fam. Holy crap, that is a sitcom. It should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "THING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              - what everyone says when they see a Smash Ball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-2234395840945532947?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2234395840945532947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=2234395840945532947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2234395840945532947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2234395840945532947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-comesoh-wait-nothing.html' title='Here Comes...Oh Wait, Nothing'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-32285474620595409</id><published>2008-06-22T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:41:26.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Very Valid Questions (In My Opinion)</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have dreams where you're in a PE class and the game is to see who can wash a dog the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ever so bored that taking a shower seems like something that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you do on a Sunday afternoon when nobody's available?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i think of another question i had earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was i born someone who always forgets things? I mean, not always, but alot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-32285474620595409?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/32285474620595409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=32285474620595409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/32285474620595409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/32285474620595409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-very-valid-questions-in-my-opinion.html' title='Some Very Valid Questions (In My Opinion)'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-3288058415278008033</id><published>2008-06-18T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:08:35.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Yellow Sub(space Emissary)marine</title><content type='html'>I know i should probably be posting more now, since it is summer and i barely do anything. I haven't really done anything in two days. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Saturday was nice, my dad's sister's family came over, and they brought their Wii. They are letting us borrow it while they go to Florida. So, they came, and we had a barbecue dinner. Sam came over and hanged for a while, then left, then came back to sleep over. Then Sunday came, and blah blah, more hang outage. Then they left for the airport, and my sister and Sam left for getting ready for camping the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday morning, my dad and i went to my grandparents' house to mow their backyard. Then we went to 7-11 and got Slurpees. Yeahhhh. And then we went to Blockbuster to rent a game. Super Smash Bros. Brawl. More on that later. Then we went to Taco Bell for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Deja's later to watch Damn Yankees, cuz apparently we're doing that as our musical next year. We only liked 3 of the songs. Pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...SSB:B...&lt;br /&gt;Subspace Emmisary's Great Maze is pissing me off. Royally. I keep dying and for no reason. I have no clue where to go. It's awful. I'm going to have to look at the FAQ for it. But, other than that? Excellent game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-3288058415278008033?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3288058415278008033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=3288058415278008033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3288058415278008033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3288058415278008033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-yellow-subspace-emissarymarine.html' title='In a Yellow Sub(space Emissary)marine'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-6838885513202596883</id><published>2008-06-12T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:51:39.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HCT 2008: IDCR</title><content type='html'>On Sunday. Liz, Chip, Sam and I went to thge 2008 Honda Civic Tour. Headliners: Panic at the Disco. Supporters: Phantom Planet, The Hush Sound, Motion City Soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the Expo Center fomr the MAX, and rode the yellowline through the Portland ghetto, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, the line was kinda...long. but not too long, so whatev. We waited, and waited. For a few minutes, and then we started to move.  And a few seconds later, we were inside the Expo Center. There were quite a few people there in front of us, but as i said, there wasn't that many. We waited more, and more. And then Phantom Planet began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs [i remember]&lt;br /&gt;Do the Panic [w/Ryan Ross from PATD]&lt;br /&gt;Big Brat&lt;br /&gt;California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade: C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they stopped, and they plugged their album alot. They were okay. Better on disc though. After them, we went to find Cody, Amy and Mike. They were sitting, cuz PP sucked. While we were there, The Hush Sound started, Liz, Chip and I ran to get spots back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs [i remember most of them]&lt;br /&gt;Wine Red&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Tangerine&lt;br /&gt;Don't Wake Me Up [w/Brendan Urie from PATD]&lt;br /&gt;Lion's Roar&lt;br /&gt;Medicine Man&lt;br /&gt;We Intertwined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade: B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stopped, and we pretty much stayed where we were. Then, holy crap. Motion City Soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs:&lt;br /&gt;Attractive Today&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite Accident&lt;br /&gt;Last Night&lt;br /&gt;Fell in Love Without You&lt;br /&gt;Everything is Alright&lt;br /&gt;LG Fuad&lt;br /&gt;The Future Freaks Me Out&lt;br /&gt;This is For Real&lt;br /&gt;It Had to Be You&lt;br /&gt;Broken Heart&lt;br /&gt;Make Out Kids&lt;br /&gt;Time Turned Fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, i lost my ess during their set. I knew almost all the songs from the very first note, and went crazeh. It was the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the main event. Panic at the Disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs:&lt;br /&gt;We're So Starving&lt;br /&gt;Nine in the Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;She's a Handsome Woman&lt;br /&gt;That Green Gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Northern Downpour&lt;br /&gt;Pas de Cheval&lt;br /&gt;Behind the Sea&lt;br /&gt;Folkin' Around&lt;br /&gt;Mad as Rabbits&lt;br /&gt;The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage&lt;br /&gt;Camisado&lt;br /&gt;Time to Dance [acoustic]&lt;br /&gt;Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off&lt;br /&gt;But it's Better if You Do!&lt;br /&gt;I Write Sins, Not Tragedies&lt;br /&gt;I Constantly Thank God for Esteban&lt;br /&gt;There's a Reason These Tables are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought of it Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was done. Mind you, those setlists are not in any order. Except in the order that i thought of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was over, Liz went to go buy a shirt, and that took a while, and we got the 11:45 train back. We stopped at Rose Quarter, and Dad and Mom picked us up. Then we went home all tired an such. And i had school the next day. Luckily it wasn't finals. But i was still tired. That night, i was so effing out of it, and i was saying everything i thought in this really tired and weakish voice. It was kinda hilarious, now that i remember it. But anyway, i collapsed in bed, and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end, kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-6838885513202596883?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6838885513202596883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=6838885513202596883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6838885513202596883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6838885513202596883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/06/hct-2008-idcr.html' title='HCT 2008: IDCR'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-3426220163093548975</id><published>2008-06-12T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:47:51.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You're Going, Then Go. Go Go Go.</title><content type='html'>My final day of sophomorism was today! That was awesome. Speaking of, i think i did excellent on the algebra final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my two month anniversary. It was great. Right after school, we went home, and then went to the park until about 3:30. Now i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my plans are for the weekend. Although tomorrow i'm seeing The Happening. Can't wait. Yay. It's gonn' be great, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Oh...Todd...You took the hallway door from the shower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   - Samantha Who?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-3426220163093548975?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3426220163093548975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=3426220163093548975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3426220163093548975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3426220163093548975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-youre-going-then-go-go-go-go.html' title='If You&apos;re Going, Then Go. Go Go Go.'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-7915055367776179202</id><published>2008-06-10T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:03:21.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love (Tim and) Eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/nI3g9RaVkdY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nI3g9RaVkdY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-7915055367776179202?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7915055367776179202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=7915055367776179202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7915055367776179202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7915055367776179202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-tim-and-eric.html' title='I Love (Tim and) Eric'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-43093065702946016</id><published>2008-06-09T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:53:22.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Streets I Used to Own</title><content type='html'>So, the seniors are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so empty. Nobody was there. And by nobody, i mean alot of people weren't there. I was uber tired from the night before, more on that later. I slept in choir, and i had to be woken up. Good thing we weren't singing though, so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then future today was empty again, except people visited. I saw Kung Fu Panda yesterday. It was gud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals start tomorrow. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Skidoosh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           - Kung Fu Panda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-43093065702946016?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/43093065702946016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=43093065702946016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/43093065702946016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/43093065702946016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/06/streets-i-used-to-own.html' title='The Streets I Used to Own'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-6771839013186729575</id><published>2008-06-07T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:43:25.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony Board</title><content type='html'>So, yeah. This week's been great/auuughhhh. Here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, it was the seniors' last day. In choir, they sat down all the seniors and Ms. Butler talked about them all, and gave them flowers. It was crazy emotional. I cried. Yeah, that's right. I admit it.  And the rest of the day i was hugging everybody and blah blay blah. Yes, the blay was intentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after school, Kelsey's bro was auditioning for Encore, so Sam asked me if i tried out. I said no, to which he was angry. He said, "Just ask her right now if you can." So...i did, and i auditioned. The results would be posted the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later that night, we picked up Liz's boyfreeeend from the airport. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Friday rolled around. Everything felt so weird with no seniors. It was sad. Lunch was almost by myself. And boring, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of school and my dad picked me up. Got home, got ready for the commencement ceremony, and went. It was about an hour and a half, but it seemed like longer. J. Mo sang, and Sam did the Star-Spangled Banner. Which was good. Very good. And Leah, Daniel and Wil did a song too. Then the everlasting list of names for diplomas. I cheered for about a fourth of the people. And then it ended, and then blah blah blehhhh. We did stuff, and then more things., And here's today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz's grad party is today. Then Ben and Kelsey's. Then Enchanted Forest on Sunday, then PATD!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Hah. Mah nayme's Been Fawlds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          - The Making of Songs for Silverman (i don't really know why i chose THIS...it's really not that funny to read.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-6771839013186729575?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6771839013186729575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=6771839013186729575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6771839013186729575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6771839013186729575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/06/irony-board.html' title='Irony Board'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-4588806498148906066</id><published>2008-06-01T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:31:39.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluffy Fluffy Fluffy Fluffy Fluffy Fluffy Fluffy Fluffy Fluffy</title><content type='html'>It's Toonces' birthday. She's nine years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, i went to Cody's grad party. Good times. It was full of crazy random crap. Karoke, beach ball action, football, jamming, wrestling with Mike and Sam. Sam tackling Aaron. Watching Walk Hard, opening gifts, and then me going home. There was more stufff that went on, but i totally forgot. Cuz of the drugs! Not really. I'm responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's the seniors' last week this week, and then it's mine. I needs to do some work, folks. So, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "It's instinctive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        - Sam after tackling Aaron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-4588806498148906066?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4588806498148906066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=4588806498148906066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4588806498148906066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4588806498148906066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/06/fluffy-fluffy-fluffy-fluffy-fluffy.html' title='Fluffy Fluffy Fluffy Fluffy Fluffy Fluffy Fluffy Fluffy Fluffy'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-1969996491486341905</id><published>2008-05-27T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:59:32.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Story" So Far</title><content type='html'>So, a couple of people i know (i don't talk to them enough to call them my friends) have made YouTube videos. The Real World: Suburbs Episodes 1 and 2. Cold check 'em, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3qkckHg2iA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3qkckHg2iA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5E01fIE0cA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5E01fIE0cA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-1969996491486341905?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1969996491486341905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=1969996491486341905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1969996491486341905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1969996491486341905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-so-far.html' title='The &quot;Story&quot; So Far'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-4189557058986955572</id><published>2008-05-27T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:55:39.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee-Kend</title><content type='html'>In honor of Russell Brand getting his own talk show in the US, i decided this post's title would be British. So...there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Memorial Day Weekend...what did i do...? Oh yeah, now i rememberz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Sam came ober, we all watched Walk Hard. I only watched the first hour, and hen Dej came over and we went to the park, which was awesome. We be'd little kids. Then we walked back and Sam was gone, and then blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Uh...nothing. Sam came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Went over to Deja's for dinner. Watched Juno. Saw Indiana Jones with Sam and the fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Went to Deja's to "help" clean out her garage with her annoy-box of a little brother. And by "help" i mean sit on a stool and yell at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...that be it, kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-4189557058986955572?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4189557058986955572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=4189557058986955572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4189557058986955572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4189557058986955572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/wee-kend.html' title='Wee-Kend'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-8606764568814669622</id><published>2008-05-27T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:50:42.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stroke of Amazinginging</title><content type='html'>So, i thought today was going to be awful, and just all around bad, but it wasn't. i just hung out with my cousin and played Guitar Hero. It was great. On my second try of a song, i actually finished it. It was incredible, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i didn't go to school today, i went to Roseburg. Why? Not saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty long drive and my leg hurt, but after that it was gold. We got to my aunt's house, talked for a few minutes, then they all left, and it was Bryce, uncle Marty and I. I finished Reptillia by The Strokes, and tried Weezer, Tenacious D and finished others. I tried Knights of Cydonia on expert, and my brain exploded. Then everybody else got home, and we hun g out for a while, and then went to lunch. Dakota Street Pizza. Which, by the way is the best pizza place in the history of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my last cideo game quarters trying to get Kermit our of the crane machine, and failed. I had his arm, dammit,l but it totally bailed on me. Then Bryce tried and got it. And now I have a stuffed Kermit that I'm taking everywhere. Every freaking where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home, and now i'm here. We got here about 50 minutes ago. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "You done gone smell blind, son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        - Walk Hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-8606764568814669622?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8606764568814669622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=8606764568814669622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8606764568814669622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8606764568814669622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/stroke-of-amazinginging.html' title='Stroke of Amazinginging'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-6713961296791383407</id><published>2008-05-23T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:56:29.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June? Have You Seen Rain Lately?</title><content type='html'>Today was rather stange. Why? I don't know. What about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a doctor's appointment that didn't last nearly as long as i thought it would, which was good. I went to the last part of first period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher left 2nd halfway through, and we had a sub. We found out who our next choir director would be today during 3rd. And almost nobody was present. The lunches were extended to 45 minutes, and it was excruciatingly boring. And we found out the Sadie Hawkins was canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th was normal, and 5th, we had a test and a sub, and a couple of people were acting like complete assholes. I mean that in every sense of the word. God, they were jeks. During a test too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm doing something with the girl later. Yeah. It will be amazing, and will make up for everything remotely sucky that went down today. Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-6713961296791383407?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6713961296791383407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=6713961296791383407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6713961296791383407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6713961296791383407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/june-have-you-seen-rain-lately.html' title='June? Have You Seen Rain Lately?'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-1966634937022940771</id><published>2008-05-21T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:26:37.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon the Descent</title><content type='html'>Into a hectic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Sadie Hawkins Dance! And then 3 day weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Something i have to do. It'll hurt, probably alot, but i have to do it. Because i love my family. Very much, and they need to be supported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 3rd: choir concert&lt;br /&gt;8: PATD/MCS/Phantom Planet/Hush Sound&lt;br /&gt;11: Outta school&lt;br /&gt;16-17: Camping trip maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more stuff, but i can't remember it. And i have a doctor's appointment on Friday. Good times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-1966634937022940771?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1966634937022940771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=1966634937022940771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1966634937022940771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1966634937022940771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/pardon-descent.html' title='Pardon the Descent'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-148984485867073676</id><published>2008-05-18T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:35:07.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Figured, Since It's Been 3 Days and All...</title><content type='html'>You guys'd want a post. Here's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was very nice. I got up and i had to clean. I helped vlean the house and blah blah blah. Why? The grandparents were coming over to watch the NASCAR race and have a barbecue. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom went to the store and bought things and took Liz to work, which she got off of at 3:00. But she was late, so...we had to wait a half hour. And while out, Mom bought Walk Hard and Talladega Nights. Good effing times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the GPz came and we waited for Liz a bit, then went to get her. And then Sam came, and then Ariel came and we had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that while thing was done, we went to the park to play Cranium, which we barely did. And then Deja came, and then we went home, and then played American Idol...blah blah blah again. And then everbody left. And then i watched Walk Hard and SNL. Again i must say, good effing times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i didn't make that more exciting. I don't feel like making things exciting., It's hot and gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-148984485867073676?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/148984485867073676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=148984485867073676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/148984485867073676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/148984485867073676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-figured-since-its-been-3-days-and-all.html' title='I Figured, Since It&apos;s Been 3 Days and All...'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-6273038689064498677</id><published>2008-05-15T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:27:37.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sifl and Olly Season 2 Episode 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/3vL7bHEa7Uc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3vL7bHEa7Uc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here you go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-6273038689064498677?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6273038689064498677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=6273038689064498677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6273038689064498677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6273038689064498677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/sifl-and-olly-season-2-episode-14.html' title='Sifl and Olly Season 2 Episode 14'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-4084459927488922111</id><published>2008-05-15T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:20:27.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Wants Some Sunny and Dull</title><content type='html'>Sunny and DullHey, gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on. Bike lessons and band practice haven't gone on since last week. Nothing's really happened that's fun since prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My monologues are going well, and by that i mean, i read them and they got good reactions. Today in drama 2 we played leadership games after we finished watching Our Town. So...that was fun. Choir was fun too. That's pretty much it. We had a lame sub in 2nd, so that was fun too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Two guys on roller skates! That's way hotter than one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      - Ladies of the World (Flight of the Conchords)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-4084459927488922111?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4084459927488922111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=4084459927488922111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4084459927488922111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4084459927488922111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-gang.html' title='Everyone Wants Some Sunny and Dull'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-2990191009411940754</id><published>2008-05-11T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:54:52.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silent Wonder Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/6d8h-tOKYTU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/6d8h-tOKYTU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;True.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-2990191009411940754?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2990191009411940754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=2990191009411940754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2990191009411940754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2990191009411940754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/silent-wonder-years.html' title='The Silent Wonder Years'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-6343430988059234876</id><published>2008-05-11T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:48:28.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Melody (Ballroom) Sounds As Sweet As the First Time it Was Sung</title><content type='html'>Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up. Ate. I went with mom to the store and the florist to pick up Sam and I's corsages for our respective dates. We got all that crap, and went home. A couple hours later, Sam and Liz arrived, with Liz's new hair, and our aunt came over to help with Liz's makeup. Then 5:00 rolled in, and we went to pick Deja up from her cousin's birthday party. So, we all took pictures at Round Table in our prom outfits. Classy, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we all piled in the car. I opened the car door for her, of course. Then we drove, and kinda got lost, on the way to Sungari, where our dinner reservations were. The place was very fancy. And we acted like kids.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we found the Melody Ballroom, and we were an hour early.  We parked and went in to use the bathroom. And the dude's bathroom smelled very bad. Not like bathroom, but something very different and bad. Let's not get graphic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we walked to a mini mart and Sam and Deja got ice cream and then we sat in the car for a while, then walked back. We waited a while for Ben, Ariel and everyone else cool. After a few minutes, we just went in, got a table and looked around while dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they came, and the party got better. The night was full of dancing and Ben and I got almost everybody in a conga line. To the song Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne, of all songs. Again i say, good times. They played Thriller, and OK Go, and Footloose, and other crazy things you'd not expect to hear at a school dance, among all the crap that kids call music today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the shindig ended, we walked back to the car. Saw some...crazy things...and then got in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up getting crazy lost, due to the overabundance of one-way roads. Freaking freaky-ass Portland. We were almost on our way to Washington at one pont. It was crazy. But, Deja thankfully got us unlost. And then we went home, after 20 minutes of driving every which way. I was tired. Like, totes tired, so i went to sleep shortly after. And then today happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day, kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-6343430988059234876?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6343430988059234876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=6343430988059234876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6343430988059234876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6343430988059234876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/your-melody-ballroom-sounds-as-sweet-as.html' title='Your Melody (Ballroom) Sounds As Sweet As the First Time it Was Sung'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-8508434068534534266</id><published>2008-05-10T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:15:05.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promenade Left</title><content type='html'>The plan? Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pick Deja up from some thing, then we go to dinner at some place, then on to the Mekidy Ballroom, where our prom is to be held. Then prom, bleh blah blohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. Folks, this will be fantabuloustasic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i leave you with Existentialism on Prom Night by Straylight Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8E0Afc7Heg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8E0Afc7Heg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-8508434068534534266?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8508434068534534266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=8508434068534534266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8508434068534534266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8508434068534534266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/promenade-left.html' title='Promenade Left'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-5145100972292446104</id><published>2008-05-07T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:47:10.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery</title><content type='html'>I opened my phone just now, and it said i had a voicemail. Hmm, let's listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...It's from the Obama campaign. Erase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How odd. Why am i being solicited when i'm not even a voter? Or of voting age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Kooky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-5145100972292446104?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5145100972292446104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=5145100972292446104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5145100972292446104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5145100972292446104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/mystery.html' title='Mystery'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-3139262696716896223</id><published>2008-05-05T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:43:54.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Can Act. But Can You Do it on a Bicycle?</title><content type='html'>So, without realizing it, i did a crapload of stuff in the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: I got up, ate, and got ready to go out with Liz and Mom. Liz had to work, and i had to go prom shopping. I got myself a suit, tie and belt. Oh my yay. After the sis got out of work, we went to the park before dinner to have a jam/writing session. We only cam up with potential band names and album titles. We had dinner and caried on with the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Went to school. After that, we went to the park again with Sam and we had our first bike-riding lesson. Also, i worked on the beginning of a song during 2nd period. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S0, our final for Drama is to do a monologue audition of two contrasting monologues. We then searched and scowered monologue books. I found one of my two. And this may sound 100% conceited, but i read it damn good. I know full and well that that sounds really full of myself, but i think that i read it very well. My other one's probably gonna suck, whichever one i find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running Mayfete shows for people who didn't get to see them tomorrow night. Cool...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "You do not want to take Liz's food."&lt;br /&gt;[flashback] "WHERE'S MY MAC AND CHEESE?!"&lt;br /&gt;[Liz flips table on it's side]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-3139262696716896223?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3139262696716896223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=3139262696716896223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3139262696716896223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3139262696716896223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-you-can-act-but-can-you-do-it-on.html' title='So You Can Act. But Can You Do it on a Bicycle?'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-9040540664381981405</id><published>2008-05-03T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:59:07.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasping on My Chamber Door</title><content type='html'>So, last night, despite my severe voice problem, it was pretty good. I did okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight's closing night. It should be great. Come see it if at all possible. It should only be the greatest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom in one week from today. Holy shizzmonkeybuckets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's friends come over to see the play/hang tonight-ish. Yay for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Check, check. Check one two, buckle my shoe, three four, shut the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                - Aqua Teen Hunger Force Colon Movie Film for Theaters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-9040540664381981405?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/9040540664381981405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=9040540664381981405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/9040540664381981405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/9040540664381981405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/rasping-on-my-chamber-door.html' title='Rasping on My Chamber Door'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-896650790214365695</id><published>2008-05-02T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:26:37.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are Your Chords?</title><content type='html'>Wdnesday's choir festival: Hated the idea of going, but it turned out to be great. The edutacator gave me many compliments, and the choir as a whole. Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: Unplugged at lunch. Liz sang, people loved it. Deja's last performance of the plau, due to girl scout camp. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Spartquake. Good freaking times, gang. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely talk now. I've got the sickies, kids. My life sucks, in a major way. I have to do the play twice more, and wow. Uggghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying the best i can to get my voice back. This might suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-896650790214365695?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/896650790214365695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=896650790214365695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/896650790214365695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/896650790214365695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-are-your-chords.html' title='Where Are Your Chords?'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-3973351967627583719</id><published>2008-04-29T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:26:57.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Mayfete. You're the...Fete to My May.</title><content type='html'>Mayfete kicked off for everyone yesterday. With the boring assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Unplugged during both lunches. Good times. There was a kid who sang Jason Mraz awfully though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...i won't be there, but there will be a petting zoo and a huge game of Red Light, Green Light. Tear. I won't be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Unplugged again, and the talent show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Spartquake! Can i wait? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come see the play on the 1st-3rd of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) currently about to download: Can't Say No by The Helio Sequence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-3973351967627583719?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3973351967627583719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=3973351967627583719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3973351967627583719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3973351967627583719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-mayfete-youre-thefete-to-my-may.html' title='Oh, Mayfete. You&apos;re the...Fete to My May.'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-1174944466810323856</id><published>2008-04-27T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:55:28.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About 2/5 of the Voices Have Silenced</title><content type='html'>So...first weekend of VFtHS: Aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was awesome. Not a metric ton of people, but still a modest amount. My parents, grandparents, aunt and cousin came. So, yay to them. And they all met the girlfriend, so...how about that? I met her grandparents too, which was also nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: About 2.4 people in the audience. Not really, but not alot.  The show also wasn't feeling the best. Not many people saw it though, so...good. I was told we were good though, so also cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a mind-numbingly long weekend. I'm ready for it to be over and for Mayfete to begin! It's gonna be 'mazing! One acts, Spartquake, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "We...have...been invited...to the Police Convention in Miami Beach! And we were invited because...they invited everybody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 - Reno 911!: Miami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-1174944466810323856?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1174944466810323856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=1174944466810323856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1174944466810323856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/1174944466810323856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/about-25-of-voices-have-silenced.html' title='About 2/5 of the Voices Have Silenced'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-2564422907310375444</id><published>2008-04-23T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:52:14.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry, Little Children</title><content type='html'>Finish the play&lt;br /&gt;So i can get&lt;br /&gt;Home todaaaayyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress rehearsal tonight lasted forever. Son of a bit-chuh. I even left early, because dad might have killed somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's might be longer. It's the final dress, and yeah...Gotta...be good. Honestly. I'll try to get someone to take me home, so my dad doesn't flip a piano. Why a piano? I really don't know. Don't ask, i don't know the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-2564422907310375444?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2564422907310375444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=2564422907310375444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2564422907310375444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2564422907310375444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/hurry-little-children.html' title='Hurry, Little Children'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-546805007373379986</id><published>2008-04-23T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:34:24.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BS-Ay</title><content type='html'>Everyone just needs to calm the frick down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since about Monday, everbody, and by everybody i mean alot of people, have been acting incredibly distraught. It's incredibly difficult to understand why every one has to be such bithces and also how come their days can't be unicorns and rainbows like mine almost always are. Even though today, i was feeling like a tiny bag of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically, not mentally. I was a little tired as well, but other than that, i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight of the Conchords and Cloverfield came out yesterday. Woooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play in 2 days. Errbody should come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "If you can't think of anything, just start talkin' about poopin'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            - Cody Fletcher at lunch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-546805007373379986?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/546805007373379986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=546805007373379986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/546805007373379986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/546805007373379986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/bs-ay.html' title='BS-Ay'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-7605617417390302309</id><published>2008-04-21T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:21:29.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Lourde</title><content type='html'>So, today...evertone was all weird. Nobody was there. And i mean, "there". Alot of people were physically at school, but whatever. It's just that no one seemed in their right minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, but choir tour took a heaping emotional toll on tons of people. I'm kind of happy i didn't go, but kinda not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress rehearsals start today. I'm ready as i'll ever be for the opening night, and am working out a pep speech in my head. I'm gonna melt me some faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to get my costumes ready. So...Lemme go do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-7605617417390302309?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7605617417390302309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=7605617417390302309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7605617417390302309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7605617417390302309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/heavy-lourde.html' title='Heavy Lourde'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-5121603469287207144</id><published>2008-04-20T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:54:56.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like The City in Alaska?</title><content type='html'>No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Wednesday was a pretty crazy day. Dad bought the one disc version of Juno, so Liz went back to Target after school to get the right one, and brought it back home. It was for later that evening. She was leaving to Canada the next morning and she had a sleepover with Cody, Sam and Ariel. Ben came over and we watched American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we watched almost half of the movie, and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we all went to IHOP, and it was great. We went back to the house real fast and dad and the other kids left. I made my lunch and came back later to also deliver Liz's coat and Sam's Skittles. And they were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was also great n' crazy. Right after school, i went to dinner with Deja and her family. Then we went to Poynter's musical, which she choreographed a number for. So yay. We also saw the talent that were going to be freshmen next year, and i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...nothing will happen except everybody gets back from Canada. Also yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched The Pursuit of Happyness last night. Good flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "I could go to the basement and get some water. And those were good times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        - Lewis Black&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-5121603469287207144?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5121603469287207144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=5121603469287207144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5121603469287207144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5121603469287207144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/like-city-in-alaska.html' title='Like The City in Alaska?'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-136139925276426367</id><published>2008-04-16T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:41:55.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Come You Did That?</title><content type='html'>The play is in a week and a day. Oh my jesus. My life doesn't need this. Actually, it does. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir concert was last night. Meh. Sam asked Liz to prom in front of everybody. It was the almost greatest ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "I wouldn't say i was pregnant, per se..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           - Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) currently listening to: random...things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-136139925276426367?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/136139925276426367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=136139925276426367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/136139925276426367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/136139925276426367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-come-you-did-that.html' title='How Come You Did That?'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-7467810604731387001</id><published>2008-04-14T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:57:38.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondayne</title><content type='html'>Today was Monday. I didn't do much. I had first period, and half of second. Then i went no a mobility lesson. Goot back at 4:00. Got a liter of Diet Coke. Gonna drink the rest of it at rehearsal later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight. Just telling you guys things. I have nothing amazing to add, so...Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Function! Function damn you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        - King of the Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) currently listening to: Strange Apparition by Beck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-7467810604731387001?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7467810604731387001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=7467810604731387001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7467810604731387001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7467810604731387001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/mondayne.html' title='Mondayne'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-5883952459894418803</id><published>2008-04-13T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:53:18.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S'Bin Fun</title><content type='html'>So, mom and i went to the Goodwill outlet bins today. Nothing too exciting. Bought nothing. Looked at bikes. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Safeway. Bought...food. And other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home. Ate. Played Donkey Kong. Bleh. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The washer is probably walking right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Nothing to see here. Just a rapist with a gun to his head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               - Reno 911!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-5883952459894418803?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5883952459894418803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=5883952459894418803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5883952459894418803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5883952459894418803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/sbin-fun.html' title='S&apos;Bin Fun'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-5063256957172998072</id><published>2008-04-13T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:54:11.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, It is So Not Sunday</title><content type='html'>I want to do things. This is bullcrap. I suppose i could get off my arse and find something fun to do, but no. Meh, it's all good. Hackey sack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Friday was certainly a night to remembah. Battle of the Bands. Hosted by Vivian Noller and Madison Wellington. Both were excellent MCs. Telling stories about lollies and doing their best Jaggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also threw out lollies, one of which i got. It was tres bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the bands were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couch: Oh my god. How about never hearing them again? That'd be...great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florentene: Ben Noyes, Cody Fletcher, and Mark McSpadden's band. So, i automatically have to like them. But i actually did. They could all sing, so...that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangfald: I knew people in there too, and they were really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green T: Prety good. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Geeks Unite!: They were okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they all played. And the top 3 were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couch: REALLY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florentene: YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangfald: Also yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangfald won: We all rushed the stage. Well, not really going up onto the stage, but we went up to it. The song they played was roickin', and all the people from the other bands came on and danced around like fools. Then we all went to Red Robin. Then we went home. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "We don't need Justin."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah we do. It says "dance crew must have 4 members. That was fast! Wanna go get some pizza?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     - Kickin' it Old Skool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-5063256957172998072?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5063256957172998072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=5063256957172998072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5063256957172998072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5063256957172998072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-it-is-so-not-sunday.html' title='No, It is So Not Sunday'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-7365849815448727879</id><published>2008-04-10T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:07:44.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice - DVNO </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/e_XzCR2MbrU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/e_XzCR2MbrU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very cool. Watch, yes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-7365849815448727879?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7365849815448727879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=7365849815448727879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7365849815448727879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7365849815448727879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/justice-dvno.html' title='Justice - DVNO '/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-5266199477488386138</id><published>2008-04-09T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:54:14.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew...I'm Busy</title><content type='html'>The next few weeks are full of business. I have a choir concert on the 15th, and on the 30th is our festival field trip. The week coming after next is Mayfete shows, and opening night of the play. And it is also a day after the huge ass field trip, which i'm going to be tired as all get out from. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i must go fix myself some dinner before i go to rehearsal later. See y'alls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Booger sounds so gross."&lt;br /&gt;"Call it something else."&lt;br /&gt;"What else would you call it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nose poop?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            - Liz and Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) currently wanting to won: Colin Meloy Sings Live!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-5266199477488386138?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5266199477488386138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=5266199477488386138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5266199477488386138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5266199477488386138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/ewim-busy.html' title='Ew...I&apos;m Busy'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-5354236963804330160</id><published>2008-04-07T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:04:12.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foamy Justice</title><content type='html'>So, i recently found out who the "fire"-extinguishing, seat-ripping, shit-thrower-around-er is. It's someone in the play, and someone else in the play's brother. The former, i did not see doing this at all, for any reason. The latter...well, i don't know the guy, so...Can't really say. Anyway, i just have this to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know anger can sometimes get the best of us. The very best, and put it in kind of a stranglehold and not let go. It may feel as if nothing matters anymore, i don't know. But that is absolutely no excuse for the blatant disrespect of what some people call their home away from home. I am one of them. Theatre is one of my few ways to express myself. It disappoints and angers me to almost no end, what happened. But, life goes on, we may have to find someoone else for the parts, i have no clue. what's going to happen. All i know is, i'm not going to respect anyone who does anything like this, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a lighter note, today was actually pretty fun. Choir was fun, even. Not boring like usual. And Wednesday is Sing on Your Way to Class Day, so get ready for that, chillinz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Hello, my name is Ayahhh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 - Ariel at lunch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-5354236963804330160?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5354236963804330160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=5354236963804330160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5354236963804330160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5354236963804330160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/foamy-justice.html' title='Foamy Justice'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-7324706410050252682</id><published>2008-04-06T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:51:18.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A is for Applesauce</title><content type='html'>...My favorite meal. Not realy though. But i had some last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Thursday was great, actually. In first period we had a sub, so we almost didn't do anything, because we only ran the scenes i wasn't in. It was grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, regarding the fight in the theatre the other day: One of the members of the cast was partially blamed for it. We all thought it wasn't him, and that he would never do anything remotely like that. He was not allowed to go into the theatre until he got clearance from the administration. The cast thought this wasn't right, and to show that, along with our temwork and togetherness, we decided to have practice outside. It was very nice outside, and i felt like part of something really meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was also really cool. Sam, Liz and i went to see our friend Leah play at Insomnia, the coffee shop which i found out is not that far from our house. She was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was really cool as well. Ben, Jake, Leah, Ariel, Mike and Kyle went to Kelsey's house and had Sweeney Todd night. After the movie, we had a massive, and epic pillow fight. When Ben and i pranked Burger King. It was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's today. School tomorrow. Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Frank's sick."&lt;br /&gt;"Since when?"&lt;br /&gt;"Since twenty years ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       - Hot Rod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-7324706410050252682?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7324706410050252682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=7324706410050252682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7324706410050252682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7324706410050252682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-for-applesauce.html' title='A is for Applesauce'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-7489694730505578382</id><published>2008-04-02T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T16:26:20.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Granum Style</title><content type='html'>So...by some odd circumstances, and the longest and strangest story i've ever heard, we now have our old car back instead of the new one. We'll look for a new one sometime when we really need to. We ordered the part we need, so...yeah. But do not ever go to the Thomas Auto Sales across from the Royal Moore or whatever. It's now awful in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterdayduring rehearsal, Arron was doing his scene. Or about to. He kept debating, before starting, whether he should be a method actor and take his pants off or not. The scene calls for him to be wearing a leotard. So, he finally did. Now, whenever does something with np pants, they're doin' it Aaron Granum-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the 1st period Drama 2 students entered the theatre this morning, the state of the room was abysmal. There was a ripped seat in the front row on the left side. We were then told that people came in at about 9 o'clock last night and had a fight over "some girl missing her period." or something like that. Chairs were thrown around and things were turned upside down. And apparently the janitor, who i now consider to be a huge moron, heard the fight, and didn't even bother to call the cops. That is ridiculous. Investigation continues, and i'll probably have some more information tomorrow. In the meantime, Jazz Cabaret is tomorrow, so that's cool. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-7489694730505578382?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7489694730505578382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=7489694730505578382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7489694730505578382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7489694730505578382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/04/granum-style.html' title='Granum Style'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-3805873582319549200</id><published>2008-03-29T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:42:46.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hails Yeah</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we got a 2005 Chrysler Toan &amp;amp; Country. And what a van it is. I has room to almost stand in, three rows of seating, and secret underseat compartments! Finding that out was awesome. More about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, mom and i went to Blockbuster and Safeway. (i totally just accidentally typed custer instead of buster.) We rented 2 games and a movie. They wouldn't all fit in the glovebox, so my mind went from there to "maybe i can put them under the seat." There was only plastic to the floor. But! i noticed a small handle. I tried to open it, thinking it was a door of some tiny sort. It was a drawer. Inside it was an unopened owner's maual. Mom was happy, and so was i. Good story, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at Safeway, i saw my friend Kasi, and mom saw my aunt's friend. We got done shopping, and an old man was our bagger. Why a man that old was on bag duty, and not some pimply-facded teenage boy is a mystery to me that i'm too lazy to investigate. But, i can tell you, he's an awful bagger. Ripped bags a plenty. And i wasn't wearing a coat, and it was hailing and raining. I ran to the car got in before i drowned standing up. Could you imagine how messed up that would be? Anyway, we loaded the groceries in fast and drove him. An adventure, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got really nasty Robatussin for my sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "You were scared to try the new flavor of Dr. Pepper!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  - Accepted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-3805873582319549200?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3805873582319549200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=3805873582319549200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3805873582319549200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3805873582319549200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/03/hails-yeah.html' title='Hails Yeah'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-8452741899293918044</id><published>2008-03-28T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:47:25.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words and Phrases I Wish to Say More Often Than I Do Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"far out"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"groovy"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;frickiting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"son of a stuff"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"P.D.Effing A." (but this time...LOUDER)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"blimey"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"frick on a stick with a brick"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"radical"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"jive turkey"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"foolish sucka"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-8452741899293918044?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8452741899293918044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=8452741899293918044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8452741899293918044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8452741899293918044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/03/words-and-phrases-i-wish-to-say-more.html' title='Words and Phrases I Wish to Say More Often Than I Do Now'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-5981402067098511020</id><published>2008-03-27T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:45:08.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Endo</title><content type='html'>Spring break is almost at a close. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i've now listened to all of Panic at the Disco's new record, and i do say i really like it. Very very different from their first, which is a good and bad thing. When i first heard tiny little clips, i thought, "I don't know..." But hearing it all with the broad instrumentation and harmonies...they sound like they're a real band now. Their lyrics are hardly "emo" now. I might like it more, not unlike how  did with The Killers' sophomore album "Sam's Town." One i learned the words, and could sing along with them, it was a great album. I think it will be the same with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was calm but enjoyable. Cody came over, and we got drinks at the 7-11 close by and watched Across the Universe. Second time opinion? It was alot better than the first time i saw it. I don't exactly know what happened, but something did, and i liked it alot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's plans: I'm afraid i have none. Sam i think wants to do something, but his car is "out of commision" as he puts it. He got it stuck in the mud on his way to work yesterday, and now i don't know what's happening. But he wants to come over, i think. I'm not the sure-est i can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might get a new car this week. I think we're going for a Chrysler Town and Country, or some other one i can't remember the name of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think we're going bowling/arcading on Saturday? No idea, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Monday, i go back to school. Barf. And Jazz Cabaret is next Thursday. I'm SO happy for that... [sarcasm/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to do Dailies today. Why? I've had a mystery cough that came out of complete frickiting nowhere for 5 days now, and i feel like death approaches. I hate it, and so should you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-5981402067098511020?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5981402067098511020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=5981402067098511020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5981402067098511020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/5981402067098511020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/03/el-endo.html' title='El Endo'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-766400513145047565</id><published>2008-03-26T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:17:58.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Broke</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, and woke Liz up too. We ate and waited for Sam to pick us up. He came, we drove to the MAX stop by the fairgrounds. We rode until we got to the Pioneer Place Mall stop, we went up to our mom's office, and we went out to lunch at Greek Cuzina (spelling error?). After that, we went to 2nd Avenue Records to look for Panic at the Disco's latest. They have no CD section, we felt like idiots. We walked around the mall. That was...okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back on the train and after we got back, we drove to Target to buy the CD, and then to Blockbuster so Liz can get a membership. She started to flake out, and got a gumball. we talked her into getting a free membership, and we rented Eagle cs. Shark and Dan in Real Life. I've now seen both. Both are great. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Do you want free cheese? you save 60 cents. I'll give it to you."&lt;br /&gt;"No, no cheese."&lt;br /&gt;"Why? It's free cheese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              - Eagle vs. Shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) currently feel like: death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-766400513145047565?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/766400513145047565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=766400513145047565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/766400513145047565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/766400513145047565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-broke.html' title='Spring Broke'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-2928392727227786457</id><published>2008-03-20T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:54:00.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flew, No Phones Rang</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday was mildly odd. Actually, so was today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 6:30. Why? Because choir had a field trip to go on really early. I got ready by 7:00, then Cody picked Liz and I up. We went to Dutch Bros. and got coffee. We got to the school. We hopped on the bus to Glencoe to attend the District Choir Festival practice. With all the high school's training and concert choirs. We were all getting tips after we performed, so the practice lasted 4 hours. 4 Freaking hours, my friends. Almost forever, i sat.We then got out, and went to the Esplenade to go to eateries. I went to TacoTime with Liz and Sam. We got back to the school, where we had to go to fourth and fifth periods. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: I just felt weird for no reason. Maybe because we had a concert? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehhhhhggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Do you know if she wears a bra...? You wanna see a bra?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        - Rocket Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) currently listening to: Robots - Flight of the Conchords&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-2928392727227786457?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2928392727227786457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=2928392727227786457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2928392727227786457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2928392727227786457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-flew-no-phones-rang.html' title='Time Flew, No Phones Rang'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-7970318390356866564</id><published>2008-03-17T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:23:46.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Breakaway</title><content type='html'>So, the new trimester started today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drama 2B (It's really cool now, since alot of IB Theatre people joined the class. It rules.)&lt;br /&gt;2. American Studies (Alot of cool people up in it)&lt;br /&gt;3. Choir (New girl)&lt;br /&gt;4. Algebra 1C (Back to the teacher i had first trimester. So, yays.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Biology 2 (Meh. That's all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trimester should be fun. Nothing that intolerable, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir concert on Wednesday that i don't really want to go to, but i have to, so guhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal tonight, which i do want to go to, so yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a post to end right now, and i don't know how to. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Going to spaaaaaaaace...on the advice of a toddler!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     - SNL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) currently listening to: A-Punk by Vampire Weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-7970318390356866564?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7970318390356866564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=7970318390356866564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7970318390356866564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7970318390356866564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-breakaway.html' title='Spring Breakaway'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-8478303191060203272</id><published>2008-03-16T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:19:20.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob And Big - Car Wash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Rh6Al0Ylim8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Rh6Al0Ylim8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-8478303191060203272?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8478303191060203272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=8478303191060203272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8478303191060203272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8478303191060203272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/03/rob-and-big-car-wash.html' title='Rob And Big - Car Wash'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-3156423734955036938</id><published>2008-03-15T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:19:21.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCHIRITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/MWe4YKfb7QI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/MWe4YKfb7QI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funniest ever. Almost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-3156423734955036938?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3156423734955036938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=3156423734955036938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3156423734955036938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/3156423734955036938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/03/enchirito.html' title='ENCHIRITO'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-135250901587739121</id><published>2008-03-15T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:19:17.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply...Wow</title><content type='html'>I haven;'t spoken to all you alls in about 4 years, so...here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsals for the play have been going amazing. We get exponentially better every single day, i swear it. I have to memorize Cody and I's scene by Monday, so...I'll do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals were Wednesday and Thursday, and they were much easier than i'd expected. I think i did pretty good on my Algebra exam, which is really good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New trimester starts Monday! I'm deathly excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of Being John Malkovich, and it's really good and funny so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah Hill hosts SNL tonight! That should be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do this weekend! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Warning: Candy made entirely of sawdust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  - Invader ZIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My playlist.com playlist. Oh yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-135250901587739121?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/135250901587739121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=135250901587739121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/135250901587739121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/135250901587739121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/03/simplywow.html' title='Simply...Wow'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-8219838834876477293</id><published>2008-03-12T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:00:55.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Great Band. Truly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/QNgyFJOzbs4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QNgyFJOzbs4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tally Hall with Good Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-8219838834876477293?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8219838834876477293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=8219838834876477293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8219838834876477293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8219838834876477293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-great-band-truly.html' title='New Great Band. Truly.'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-2211286018009017588</id><published>2008-03-08T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:15:27.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Denominator Gathering His Spectacles</title><content type='html'>Today went good. The aunt and cuzz came over, and Liz and got our new glasses, finally. I took 47 years, but i still got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we got coffee. Not me though. I got my new usual strawberry vanilla smoothie. It's the best thing i've tasted in my life. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been going pretty well lately. Play rehearsals have been really good, and helpful. Our director is the greatest. For serious. I really can't wait to do this play. It's going to be sensational. I urge you to see it if you can. It's a very real play, and we're already doing great. So, come during the last week in April and the first in May! I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Ben and Leah got calls from PTI. Cody, Kelsey and I did not. It's not really a big deal, but i'm still PO'd. I don't think i was THAT bad...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PowderTuff volleyball was Thursday. That was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pretty dern big project due either Wednesday or Thursday in English class. I should start on it, but i probably won't until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Adams and Vampire Weekend are on SNL tonight. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Stop fogging up my windooooooooows!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              - Sam yelling from inside his car&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-2211286018009017588?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2211286018009017588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=2211286018009017588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2211286018009017588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/2211286018009017588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/03/denominator-gathering-his-spectacles.html' title='A Denominator Gathering His Spectacles'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-7500102195729234642</id><published>2008-03-02T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:50:57.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Back to My World</title><content type='html'>Alright. Friday was alright. After schol, we were figuring out what to do that night. We as in, Liz, Cody, Sam and I. We were trying to decide whether to stay in and rent a movie or go out and see one. We decided on the latter. We went to see Semi-Pro. I liked it. It wasn't the greatest, but i still liked it. It wasn't as "ridiculous" as i wanted it to be. Like Anchorman was. But still, it was okay. When the movie ended, we saw Beverly with some other people. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, we went straight home. I was the tiredest, so i went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was very happy. Well, not until this happened. I was going to go audition for Portland Teen Idol with Sam, but he had something else to do, and didn't want to anyway, so i decided to go with Cody and Kelsey. I got the word on Friday that he auditioned already, so i got a tiny bit angry because i jumped to conclusions and thought he wasn't going to go the next day. But, alas, he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked me up at 5:30 and he called Kelsey, and she was in the car with Ben. He was going too, even after he told us that he thought it was stupid and made fun of Leah and Cody for talking about it one day. We got there and filled out our forms. We turned them in and went to the holding room. Which was the Hilhi theatre. Some lady from the Argus was there, and she interviewed us all. I think her daughter was there. I'm not sure but she was staying by her the whole time.  She was just a tiny bit annoying. She was going to go right after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kelsey went, then we stood close to the stage and Ben and I waited for our turns. Ben went, and then they called my number. I went back to the boys' dressing room. The judges present asked me my name and what school i was from. When i told them Hilhi, they said "So you're familiar with this space, huh?" Yes. Yes i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went on and sang my 30-seconds of "Selfish Jean" by Travis. And they said that i had a good song choice, and that i had a good stage presence, and that i didn't come off as nervous at all, even though i kind of really was. It was a really fun experience. I'll know if i made it through on Monday, i believe. I fnot, no big deal. If i do make it, get ready for the hurricane, mofos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "IT'S LIKE THE TITANIC BUT IT'S FULL OF BEARS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               - Semi-Pro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-7500102195729234642?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7500102195729234642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=7500102195729234642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7500102195729234642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7500102195729234642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-get-back-to-my-world.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Back to My World'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-7045468933530715201</id><published>2008-03-01T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:05:57.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Get Me in Rant Mode!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you unfortunately already have, AC Flora.&lt;br /&gt;It seems the funsing for construction at my former high school have been cut. The buildings are in a complete state of decay and disorganization. The more pictures i see of this atrocious event, the sicker i get. I'm honest here. That was no exaggeration. I literally felt sick to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mold on walls, things broken, the small, dirty "new" bathroom, exposed pipes in the band room, doors off their hinges,  and so much more. If you want to see the damge, the evidence that this  absolute horror is going on , i strongly urge you to go &lt;a href="http://hs.facebook.com/photo_search.php?oid=11461177291&amp;amp;view=all"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't necessarily believe in a god, but if i did, i would be praying as hard as i could that this would get better, and that the blind, foolish idiots who don't give a shit about this tragedy would see the fatal error they have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applaud the people who attended the school board meeting the other day. I feel deeply proud of you guys for showing that you cared. Remember: Keep fighting. I know it will probably be very hard and you'll have to deal with all kinds of people who get in your way, but i know you can do it. Of all people, it's you guys who can do this. I believe in you. If i were there, i would be doing everything i could right now. But, unfortunately, i can't. It breaks my heart that i have to sit here and rust and not be able to do a thing. You have no clue how much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys can do ths without me. And you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-7045468933530715201?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7045468933530715201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=7045468933530715201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7045468933530715201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7045468933530715201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-get-me-in-rant-mode.html' title='Don&apos;t Get Me in Rant Mode!'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-4952808399996127925</id><published>2008-02-26T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:40:59.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The (Cast) List</title><content type='html'>Twas posted outside the door a few days ago. My name was on it. It was...the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part did i get? i don't know. We will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial meeting is tomorrow. We will find out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "There's a cello in your house now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              - Rocket Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) still haven't listened to: All of One Cell in the Sea by A Fine Frenzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-4952808399996127925?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4952808399996127925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=4952808399996127925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4952808399996127925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/4952808399996127925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/02/cast-list.html' title='The (Cast) List'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-7899788195342413538</id><published>2008-02-24T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:32:10.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.5-2 Things About to Kill My Social Life</title><content type='html'>As The Iron Giant plays on HBO, i think about how just sitting at home, doing nothing is beginning it's end. Why? I'll sure the heck tell you why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the freaking play: Rehearsals will be Monday through Thursday at 5:45. If I'm casted, which, come on, is a big possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Portland Teen Idol: Auditions are in 6 days, and woo, i might get in. I mean, it's not American Idol, and I think i can sing alright. If i don't get in though, it's not really a big deal. It's not my "dream" anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, that's...it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo...i ordered new glasses yesterday. Finally. They're gonna look kamazing. Did i mention i'm say "kamazing" now? Yeah, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also mention that i'm glad the Independent Spirit Awards exist. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to see Rainn Wilson and Phillip Seymour Hoffman wrestling. Or see people forgetting how to read. It's the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Oscies are on tonight. So...woo-e for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night Live was finally new last night, and it was great. I cannot wait until; the next onw. Ellen Page and Wilco! Eeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "I'VE ABANDONED MY CHILD! I'VE ABANDONED MY BOY! Oh, here he is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             - I Drink Your Milkshake (SNL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-7899788195342413538?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7899788195342413538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=7899788195342413538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7899788195342413538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/7899788195342413538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/02/15-2-things-about-to-kill-my-social.html' title='1.5-2 Things About to Kill My Social Life'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-6053005486788576859</id><published>2008-02-18T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:43:24.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From an Elevator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/wjxef8AfVQg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/wjxef8AfVQg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-6053005486788576859?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6053005486788576859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=6053005486788576859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6053005486788576859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/6053005486788576859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/02/from-elevator.html' title='From an Elevator'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13650385.post-8817693697280327298</id><published>2008-02-18T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:38:31.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Sundae</title><content type='html'>President's Day 2008 for me? Not the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to get new glasses! But wait...something's wrong. I don't REALY know what, but it is, so we don't get them today. Nice try though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, drama llama is visiting town again. It will blow over, but no one knows how soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i saw Jumper. Not a very good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i had a sundae just now, so everything's fune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow's going to be...great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Lincoln's a chick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                - Rocket Science&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13650385-8817693697280327298?l=bucketoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8817693697280327298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13650385&amp;postID=8817693697280327298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8817693697280327298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13650385/posts/default/8817693697280327298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bucketoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/02/bloody-sundae.html' title='Bloody Sundae'/><author><name>Darren Hicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11341929865488447117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
