<?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-3719652529589185378</id><updated>2011-10-17T20:23:45.121-07:00</updated><category term='Offensive language'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Mono'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Badasses'/><category term='Fat'/><category term='Friday Night'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Wrastling'/><category term='Josh'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Crazed Rantings of a Pubescent Smart Ass</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-5334927824890013691</id><published>2010-07-04T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:10:44.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Has anyone seen/ heard from Merin Davila? I miss her terribly. Anyways. I will now list things I have learned in the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing upon a star doesn't do anything&lt;br /&gt;Cutting yourself doesn't help you feel better. It just get's blood everywhere and makes everyone freak the fudge out.&lt;br /&gt;Meatball smells bad and sometimes cries at night but he is my best and sometimes I feel, only friend, in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I can be really over dramatic at times.&lt;br /&gt;Being lonely sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I am easily hung up on people for long amounts of time.&lt;br /&gt;Half the time people say they're busy they are just trying to avoid you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you really can't tell anyone about how you're feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The best secrets are kept.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams can be really weird.&lt;br /&gt;I am a great person no matter who says otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;No one can influence me. To do so is to take my power.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you forgive someone, if they continue to have an issue it is their problem not yours.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes crying can be good.&lt;br /&gt;I am a misanthropist.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like men or women or both. I am just a man on a journey to become asexual.&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers scare the living shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;801&gt;435&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-5334927824890013691?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5334927824890013691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=5334927824890013691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/5334927824890013691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/5334927824890013691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/07/has-anyone-seen-heard-from-merin-davila.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-6356914462348922484</id><published>2010-06-26T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T20:03:13.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch me as I fall. It's close now.</title><content type='html'>I'm the most depressed I've ever been. I can't put up with all this shit anymore. I'm carrying so much shit on my shoulders and have been for a long time and it's just a matter of time until it all comes crashing down on me. It already is. My happiness is an empty void. Nothing can fill it permanently only temporarily as it makes it way deeper into the void. Then it disappears again and I'm left back at square one. I'm not smart, I'm not talented, I'm not anything. I'm a waste of space. And like most wastes of space I'm worthless. Everything I touch breaks. Everything I get near withers. Even God hates me. My family hates me. No one knows I exist. I'm like a fucking ghost. Can anyone hear me? Fuck no. I'm shivering uncontrollably and it's hot in this room. I have never been physically depressed before. What the hell is wrong with me. What the hell is right with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-6356914462348922484?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6356914462348922484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=6356914462348922484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/6356914462348922484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/6356914462348922484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/06/watch-me-as-i-fall-its-close-now.html' title='Watch me as I fall. It&apos;s close now.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-8902500802935543843</id><published>2010-06-22T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T19:45:02.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hurt A friend I can't pretend.</title><content type='html'>I'd like to apologize to someone personally on my blog here. She's a great person named Camille Hauglid. She is one of my best friends and I love her and want her to be in my life. She's one of the best people I've ever met and has helped me so much in my life and way too often have I taken her for granted. Camille, if you're reading this I am trying really hard to change for the better of both of us. Therefore I'm taking a vow right now that I'm going to stop swearing in my blog and that I will act like a better more civilized member of society. This won't affect my humor much but I'm going to start cleaning it up in hopes that I don't make someone else upset. I truly am sorry Camille.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-8902500802935543843?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8902500802935543843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=8902500802935543843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/8902500802935543843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/8902500802935543843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hurt-friend-i-cant-pretend.html' title='I Hurt A friend I can&apos;t pretend.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-8273311741247997645</id><published>2010-06-11T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:28:39.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Genius=Baby Jesus</title><content type='html'>I'm back from my mental leave to resume the glorious task of writing this blog. To all of my past readers Welcome Back! To all of my current readers Welcome! And to all of my future readers ACH FUCK DING BAO! (Future Language For Welcome to the Past) In the past two months a whole lot of dumb shit has happened. More on that later. And by later I mean write now. My "Perfect" relationship lasted for a week. So it goes I guess. I can't let go of people because I invest too much of myself into them therefore I may still very well be in love. School is over now so that's good or something. But I get to take 2 math classes for summer school! WOO HOO! FUCK MY LIFE! I got a new 12 string which is good. But I can't play it. I'll learn to. And then I'll release my first album under my solo name One Eyed 'Squatch and the Ferdinand Band. I'm the one eyed squatch and the ferdinand Band is my guitar. More on that later. I'm supposed to ask for donations for a trip to a writers workshop in New York on here so if your into that you can donate using paypal my address is dallasfundrasing@gmail.com As with most of my blog titles I just thought this was clever and witty because I'm sooooo fuckin' cool yo. Anways Fuck the world I'm going back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-8273311741247997645?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8273311741247997645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=8273311741247997645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/8273311741247997645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/8273311741247997645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-geniusbaby-jesus.html' title='Baby Genius=Baby Jesus'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-4726173394881741420</id><published>2010-04-21T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:58:21.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama I'm comin' home.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what this title has to do with this post. This is kind of an explosion post. The best kind in my opinion. I get this feeling that I am becoming way too clingy in my new relationship. It's not that I mean to be. It's just that I really am excited and I really care about Amanda. I think this is just normal for the first week of a relationship for me. I am pretttty much smitten. But that's okay. I sometimes have this feeling in my chest that my heart is going to explode. But in the best way possible. It's like all of my good feelings have to go somewhere. I&lt;br /&gt;I have come to a new personal philosophy. Every thing we do is connected and every result is predetermined. This isn't to say that everything we do is predetermined. In fact quite the opposite. We make every decision but the outcome and result of these decisions are all connected in a cosmic chain of events. It's hard to describe.&lt;br /&gt;The other conclusion I have come to is that your dreams speak to you and all you have to do is open your ears and let your subconscious express what it wants to say. I don't usually dream but recently I have focused on some important question question I have and in my dreams this question will be answered. Example One is the fact I am in a relationship right now. I asked myself before falling asleep if I should do it and I dreamed that it did and it turned out great. I then decided that it was a good idea to ask Amanda out. The other example is who appears in my dreams really affects things with that person. I don't know I feel like I've rambled on enough on this topic.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;-Dallas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-4726173394881741420?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4726173394881741420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=4726173394881741420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/4726173394881741420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/4726173394881741420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/04/mama-im-comin-home.html' title='Mama I&apos;m comin&apos; home.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-7957630866561053610</id><published>2010-04-19T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:29:18.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning.</title><content type='html'>I have recently made the decision to be a happier more optimistic person. So far I am feeling great about it! Every day is a blessing from some higher power (Which Higher power I am not sure because I am still confused on this whole religion thing.) But I wake up and I tell myself "Today will be a good day" instead of what I used to say "Here goes another day..." This has allowed me to be much more confident and when things start to go bad I just roll with the punches because eventually it'll turn out all right. It's so interesting how this happens with the seasons. Spring, Summer, and Fall are months where I can be happy like this and then Winter rears it's dark ugly head and all of my good feelings hide somewhere and I am left feeling like a large, hungry bear. Today I finally got up the nerve to ask the girl I have like for a long time to be my girlfriend. I gave her my ipod with a playlist opened with about 15 songs she was supposed to listen to and she loved it. She gave me my ipod back and at the end of school I asked her if she would be my girlfriend (Through my hands of course as I have no tolerance for awkward situations and have the terrible tendency of covering my mouth when I talk in awkward situations.) Luckily she was able to overlook this and said yes. It made me very happy. It is good to feel happy again.&lt;br /&gt; Thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;-Dallas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-7957630866561053610?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7957630866561053610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=7957630866561053610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/7957630866561053610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/7957630866561053610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-469301145279693232</id><published>2010-04-14T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:31:07.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question.</title><content type='html'>I often find myself wondering a single question over and over again every day. That question being. "If someone somewhere in the world will always be better than you at whatever it is you are trying to be good at, is there really a point to trying?" Now I am on the fence here and depending on my mood I often find my answers being very different. In an optimistic mood my answer is usually "If everyone thinks the same way that there is no point that means that the pool for being good at this thing is small because people stop trying and the people who are good at now will die at some point so why shouldn't I be the one to step in and take their place."&lt;br /&gt;Now must of the time I don't believe this answer. The reason for this is the fact that every person in the world no matter how hard they may try not to show it has an instinct that makes them think that they are the number 1 person in the world. And there is no way around this due simply to the fact that you can hear and think your own thoughts and it is impossible to grasp the concept of being able to hear everyone's. Thereby meaning that it is impossible that anyone can be as real as you because you have this extra way to communicate with yourself. Anyways I am getting off topic. What I am trying to say is that everyone thinks they are the best and that no one could say no to them about their dreams. Therefore everyone is in a constant struggle to be the best at anything. Which is the basis around which my Legacy Theory is based. More on that later. The other possible answer the one I usually come up with is simply this.&lt;br /&gt;"No. There is no use in trying." the reason being is that someone will always work harder than you. Someone somewhere is better than you. But this is not to say that you are a failure. No in fact it is quite the opposite. In order to make up for the fact that someone is better than you at one thing why not become average at everything. Thus making you a well rounded person who is not very much able to excel in an area but instead can hold their own in multiple areas. This is all for my philosophical question. Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-469301145279693232?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/469301145279693232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=469301145279693232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/469301145279693232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/469301145279693232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/04/question.html' title='Question.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-4862461333147427409</id><published>2010-04-11T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:05:08.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Miracles" of Modern Medicine.</title><content type='html'>I recently resumed taking pills for both my OCD and my ADD. The pills for my OCD (And depression) are working great and I am very pleased with them. Now the ADD medication is a different story. It is keeping my focused and able to complete tasks which is good and is what it is supposed to do. But we have reached an impasse. Because I am no longer able to do anything even semi artistic. I have lost all ability to write while on it. Except for informative essays. Which in case you didn't know is not really my thing. The pills have also caused me to become extremely sweaty (This is actually a very common side effect. Who knew.) The question here is. Do I keep taking the pills for the obvious benefits of being able to focus? Or do I stop taking them to regain the ability to write? let me know your opinion. Also. I am thinking I will GED out this summer. I am done spinning my wheels in High School and I am ready to face the real world. Many people who's opinions I value a great deal have advised against this option. But I really don't think I can handle another year of High School. This year nearly killed me (Literally) and it is not even over. The other effect of my ADD medication is that I have begun to have an overwhelming urge to use very big words. It's almost as if the side of my brain that is artistic has shut down and the side of my brain that is logical has increased in size. What this means is I am becoming a Vulcan. Which can't be good for my love life. Not that I have a love life. But you know. Some day it might happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-4862461333147427409?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4862461333147427409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=4862461333147427409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/4862461333147427409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/4862461333147427409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/04/miracles-of-modern-medicine.html' title='The &quot;Miracles&quot; of Modern Medicine.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-5405521456846672194</id><published>2010-02-17T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:34:18.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding Yesterday, Please don't go F**k yourself.</title><content type='html'>Sorry everyone who had to endure my Overdramatic post yesterday. This is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-5405521456846672194?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5405521456846672194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=5405521456846672194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/5405521456846672194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/5405521456846672194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/02/regarding-yesterday-please-dont-go-fk.html' title='Regarding Yesterday, Please don&apos;t go F**k yourself.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-9049777869386117894</id><published>2010-02-16T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:04:52.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible Last Post.</title><content type='html'>Since apparently I can't say anything anymore I am thinking about just deleting my blog. It's dumb anyways. I can't write. I can't be myself. I just wear a mask like everyone else. I try so hard to oppose the fake people when really that's all you can be in this messed up world we live in. I try to act like I don't let peoples opinions affect me. Really everything I do is based on what someone will think about it. I'm just done with this whole trivial thing. Nothing good comes from this blog. Nothing good will ever come from my writing. I should just stop trying to be something I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-9049777869386117894?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9049777869386117894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=9049777869386117894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/9049777869386117894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/9049777869386117894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/02/possible-last-post.html' title='Possible Last Post.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-852452452647885280</id><published>2010-02-16T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:04:29.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Offensive language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrastling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badasses'/><title type='text'>Happy Tuesday, Go f**k yourself</title><content type='html'>I bought a badass book at Border's yesterday. It is called Badass. It is about Badasses. Go figure? Sometimes I just hate everyone and it is a good thing? Ben told me about this band called We Shot the Moon and now everyone is in love with them because I was all tellin people about em. Is it bad that I hate that? I don't like it when people do the things I do because I am way cooler than them. Because I'm a pro. Proooooooffffeeesssssional. Professional Gator wrastler? (It's like wrestling but more bad ass because A's are cooler than E's) You wanna get your ass kicked. Call this number 000-000-000 what do you mean thats not a valid phone number now your gonna get your ass kicked anyways! SASQUATCH RAGE.  FUCK JOSH PUSHING MY J KEY! This is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-852452452647885280?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/852452452647885280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=852452452647885280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/852452452647885280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/852452452647885280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-tuesday-go-fk-yourself.html' title='Happy Tuesday, Go f**k yourself'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-3312525055138317166</id><published>2010-02-14T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:02:44.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixed thingy</title><content type='html'>I fixed the commenty ma jigga wats thing. Try it out! This is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-3312525055138317166?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3312525055138317166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=3312525055138317166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/3312525055138317166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/3312525055138317166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/02/fixed-thingy.html' title='Fixed thingy'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-5073084684916561306</id><published>2010-02-14T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:12:20.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day, Go f**k yourself</title><content type='html'>The title says it all on this one. Why is it necessary to place so much value in romance as to have a holiday about it. In fact I don't think this is what valentines day is about. I think it is about third graders giving each other cards and adults having an excuse to get drunk and or get it on. I just want money for valentines day. It's all I've ever wanted. If you love me buy me shit. I'm in a wonderful mood today. I finished the Golden Compass READ IT. also WHAT THE HELL. This is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-5073084684916561306?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5073084684916561306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=5073084684916561306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/5073084684916561306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/5073084684916561306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day-go-fk-yourself.html' title='Happy Valentines Day, Go f**k yourself'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-3586528959559578160</id><published>2010-02-14T13:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:35:49.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Cool I guess.</title><content type='html'>As a follow up on my series of rants about how media is ruining the whole world I will now get super passionate about something dumb I saw on TV. I was watching (for lack of a better word) Nickelodeon with Lexi because I was bored and we were watching this show called Big Time Rush about a boy band. In this weeks episode all of the band members fall in love with the same girl. Their record producer tells them they have to put out a love song. Well in this love song they sing about changing their entire personality just to be with said girl. WHAT THE HELL. Why do people think that that is at all necessary. If someone doesn't like you for you they aren't worth it so don't change yourself. It's fake people who make the world stupid for everyone else. Which brings me to my next point. I was talking to a group of girls about what attracts girls to bad boys instead of nice guys. WHAT THE HELL! I feel like I am nice to people and everything but odds are I won't find someone nice to settle down with because I'm not a conceited asshole. I mean some bad boys have a nice personality eventually but why stick around to find out when you could just know from the get go that this person will treat you nice. This was also shown in Big Time Rush today when they all try to impress the girl by wearing leather and tight pants and ignoring her. Argh. Media and Bad boys can go to hell. So can Costco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-3586528959559578160?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3586528959559578160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=3586528959559578160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/3586528959559578160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/3586528959559578160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/02/thats-cool-i-guess.html' title='That&apos;s Cool I guess.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-4550032728133687356</id><published>2010-01-31T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:26:07.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is not to be taken lightly</title><content type='html'>I love you. Arguably the most common phrase in the modern teenage vocabulary. But do you. I want to know. When you say I love you to someone how often do you mean I love you. Well this is an intricate question because what is love. So let's place a ridiculous definition on love. Love is where you would take a bullet for someone. Love is when your hears stops beating for a second when they walk in the room blah blah blah (Source: TV) Bull shit. Love is whatever the hell you want love to be. But I just think we should start specifying. example.: I love you. Like how I love my dog. Or I love you. Like how I love my mother. So let's just make it easier for confused people to be able see who actually is romantically interested in them. Thanks. Also. I am starting off the new year with this post so just to get it a head count if you read this will you please comment on it below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-4550032728133687356?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4550032728133687356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=4550032728133687356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/4550032728133687356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/4550032728133687356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-is-not-to-be-taken-lightly.html' title='Love is not to be taken lightly'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-7117622732097652158</id><published>2009-12-29T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:22:30.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the year blog.</title><content type='html'>This is my end of the year blog. 2009 was a iffy year for me. Some of it was awesome and I loved it the rest was mediocre at best. I have not written anything on this blog forever because a certain play stole my damn life. Jim James has the voice of an angel. His voice touches my soul. If you haven't listened to My Morning Jacket listen to them damn it. I just finished the entire chronicles of Narnia series they were great until the ending when they sucked. Do you ever really hate someone and you really just want to tell them but if you do they will cry and be all upset because they are in love with you. Well that happens to me at least twice a year this year it happened at least once. Recently I decided I wanted to start dressing like a douchebag. You know how hard that is! It's way harder than you'd think at first. Any one want to hear my new years resolutions? Well if your reading this your hearing them whether you want to or not. I want to be ripped (and lose 30 pounds) I want to learn to play the guitar super well and have a full length album by the end of the year. I want to get a job and a drivers license so I can be at home half as much as I am now. those are them. I went on a date yesterday and it was probably the best date I've been on thus far in  my dating career. We went to chinese food then came back to my house and sat around. It was thoroughly enjoyed by me at least. Jim James sounds just like an angel. Anyways. If you read this I hope you enjoyed it. And tell your friends about it so I can be a successful blogger (ha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-7117622732097652158?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7117622732097652158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=7117622732097652158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/7117622732097652158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/7117622732097652158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-year-blog.html' title='The end of the year blog.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-8841675439922002972</id><published>2009-11-03T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:14:28.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like constipation of the brain.</title><content type='html'>Writing a book is so very hard. I enjoy it greatly sometimes and other times I just want to throw my computer across the room and say "WHY AREN'T YOU GREAT!" it doesn't help when your in a class full of typing noises that distract you really bad and then you look around and see that No one else is actually working on writing and then you get really pissed off for some reason. Half of the time people are in chat rooms or IMing people and it's just like ARRRRGGGGGH. I'm hypocritical for saying that though because half the time I'm talking but even then there are people in this class I have never even seen writing anything before. "Writing time? I think I'll play Tetris. or talk with my friends." No. Not how it works. I have had horrible writers block as far as blogging goes these past few weeks and now that I can blog again I can't write my book. I guess that it's just like my brain is limited to the most basic of functions and any higher thinking can only take place one mode at a time. That or I'm just too upset to leave the real world in to the one in my book. Either way it's bothersome. Some other kid in my class wrote something about his book and wanting it to be really successful and it kind of came across like that's the ONLY thing he wanted his book to do. We don't really get along all that well so I don't really want to tell him that writing for money it's going to be forced and that you can tell when something is forced and it almost always is a bad thing. But at the same time I don't want him to finish his book and then have a publisher say "this sounds really forced." sure I haven't had anything published but I've written poetry and such in the past and I know that if you force something or write it for any other reason then simply YOU wanting to it ends up being some of your worst work. I don't know I could just be spinning my wheel's. I hate being unsure about myself but recently I always am. Everyone has been jerkish to me at school today. I don't know if this is just me realizing people are jerks to me a lot or if I managed to do something to offend the ENTIRE school. Whatever the case it bothers me. I hate being treated bad because I don't feel like I do anything that is bad enough to be treated like dirt. Maybe it's Karma or something. Even some of the teachers are recently coming across as disliking me. Who knows maybe I'm being over dramatic. I guess I'm going to go now. I don't know if anyone is even reading these anymore but they are good for venting. Or something. I can honestly say I don't know why I write. I just am not sure of anything anymore I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-8841675439922002972?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8841675439922002972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=8841675439922002972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/8841675439922002972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/8841675439922002972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-like-constipation-of-brain.html' title='It&apos;s like constipation of the brain.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-4348778586144850779</id><published>2009-10-31T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:50:10.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of Life</title><content type='html'>1. Never tell anyone how you really feel. People don't give a shit about you anyways and it will just bother them or make them angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Accept the truth soon feel better later. Don't think your gonna be the next multi millionaire or be an actor or musician. Odds are your gonna live in a middle class house in a dead end job with 4 screaming kids and your gonna get divorced before your 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Deny reality. Life sucks so create your own fake one and live in their pay no attention to the rest of the world because all any of us really are are selfish assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Please the capitalist regime. Be the best pawn you can be for your government because they love and care about you (ha.) Theres no throwing a wrench in the machine here because people try. and then get killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave no trace. Your going to die and NO ONE is going to remember you except your family and give it a generation and they'll forget too. Your not going to die and be in the history books. You will have NO legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be true to everyone but yourself. You just put on a little mask and carry on your trivial existence don't worry though people will love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lie. No one needs to know the true story behind anything. in fact no one wants to. Because they don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't try to be the hero. Don't put yourself in danger trying to save someone else and say you were just doing the right thing. We all know you did it because you wanted to make the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Pretend your going to do something with your life. I have new for you. You won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't do anything the coolest person you know wouldn't do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-4348778586144850779?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4348778586144850779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=4348778586144850779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/4348778586144850779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/4348778586144850779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/rules-of-life.html' title='Rules of Life'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-4118504802306944926</id><published>2009-10-23T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:20:49.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma blog the shit out of you.</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to say to anyone but this.&lt;br /&gt;The Poet’s Reaction Upon Hearing the Person he Loves Doesn’t Like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what they say about when everything is going right it turns out wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Well it is completely true.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever goes right in life so there’s really no use in living&lt;br /&gt;Why should I carry on this trivial existence if nothing will ever please me&lt;br /&gt;When I thought life was going right you were their to smash it&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted to be with you and you said you wanted to be with me&lt;br /&gt;It all turned out it wasn’t true and you said you were sorry&lt;br /&gt;I may have said okay but I don’t know if I’ll forgive you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you can grasp the way I felt about you&lt;br /&gt;People say writing helps you with your feelings&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that this poem isn’t helping me at all&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I’ll be okay for a really long time&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really find people saying “I’m sorry” helpful at all&lt;br /&gt;Sure it’s a nice thought to say that they are sorry but it doesn’t help this feeling&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go back to the day you said you liked me&lt;br /&gt;And stay there for a while maybe then I wouldn’t feel so empty&lt;br /&gt;You want to see me happy? I want to see it too.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s too bad for both of us that it will never go through&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I thought I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I knew you’d never love me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that the day you said you liked me I thought it all would change&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that that was all a bullshit dream&lt;br /&gt;And that nothing ever changes&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know every time I see you I’ll think what could have been&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that you have changed me&lt;br /&gt;First it was for the best&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m thinking otherwise&lt;br /&gt;I’m pretty sure you’ve killed me&lt;br /&gt;If not my physical form&lt;br /&gt;Certainly my heart&lt;br /&gt;I see you everywhere I look&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice slipping off your tongue spreading the lies you spin&lt;br /&gt;At every turn I take&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be mine&lt;br /&gt;But you won’t be&lt;br /&gt;Because you’ve dated too many immature guys in your day&lt;br /&gt;And you think I’m just another one&lt;br /&gt;Well I have news for you&lt;br /&gt;I’m not…&lt;br /&gt;P.S Some will say this whole poem is overdramatic&lt;br /&gt;I say fuck them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-4118504802306944926?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4118504802306944926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=4118504802306944926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/4118504802306944926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/4118504802306944926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/imma-blog-shit-out-of-you.html' title='Imma blog the shit out of you.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-1399555062412395147</id><published>2009-10-22T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:02:28.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rantings of a pubescent smart ass: A tale of stupidity.</title><content type='html'>After not writing for something like 4 days (Who's counting... Not me..?) I have the overwhelming urge to write. And like most overwhelming urges I have I will now fulfill that urge (Boy someones gonna take THAT sentence wrong.) I have recently noticed the severe decline of all things intelligence related and I must say it's quite disturbing. I mean honestly it's okay to ask some questions but other questions just make me want to cry. You are not smart if you know internet lingo because not everyone on the internet is smart. In fact quite the opposite I am almost positive that half of the people on the internet have an IQ of like 3. I don't want to hear your opinion on what I do because your opinion is not important to me so next time I misspell a word on my facebook wall. KEEP IT TO YOURSELF. I hate hypocrites. Who doesn't if you want people to look up to you and teach people life lessons DON'T GO AGAINST YOUR OWN ADVICE. Because it makes you and anyone who listens to you look bad. I lost my water bottle at school today and it is bothering me. If someone stole it I hope they drink out of it and get mono because that's what the D man likes to call a haha that's what you get for trying to be funny moment. I am noticing a rapid ascent in my level of arrogance I often find myself talking about myself as a smart person and I kind of see everyone else on a different plane of existence and I'm just gonna be honest here. If my being arrogant is wrong I don't wanna be right. I guess my being arrogant could have to do with the fact that I'm the only one who can hear me think and therefore everyone else is not equal to me. That probably doesn't make sense but eh I don't care. I always finish writing with a feeling of being unsatisfied because I never get what I want to get across. But whatever. Someday I hope to make a book of this blog. and it will be called the title of this post because this is exactly what my blog is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-1399555062412395147?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1399555062412395147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=1399555062412395147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/1399555062412395147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/1399555062412395147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/rantings-of-pubescent-smart-ass-tale-of.html' title='The Rantings of a pubescent smart ass: A tale of stupidity.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-6208770709411193223</id><published>2009-10-18T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:25:33.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mono'/><title type='text'>Fuming. Grumpy. If you are easily offended steer clear of this Rant Post.</title><content type='html'>I am grumpier today than I have been in a long abs time. I don't even have a reason to be grumpy I am just pissed whenever anyone talks to me I want to jump out off the couch and punch them right in the face. It may have to do with me having mono. That and the fact that I am stuck on the couch all day because no one will take me anywhere I want to go and then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; get in trouble for sitting on the couch all day. It doesn't even make sense. Yesterday I got in trouble for spending too much time on my laptop. Well I have news for you I have had mono for like 2 months and I have been asking every day to go places it is freaking ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;   I am a bigger person everyone knows that and I have no problem with my weight (That's a lie I've been trying to lose weight but even then I don't feel like I am unhealthily overweight. Yet every time I go to the doctor this one doctor goes oh it's probably your weight and yet it never ends up having anything to do with my weight. Anyways back on topic.) It isn't that bad being overweight it's when you watch TV or anything and there isn't a single at all overweight person in the entire program that it gets to you. Or for instance in Rockband I'd be perfectly fine having my character be overweight I've tried to make him before just because I want him to look more like me but the most overweight you can be STILL has a 6 pack it's when it is not an option that it becomes hurtful because it makes you think it won't let me be honest to myself in a video game maybe I do have something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt; This brings me to my next point I am thoroughly convinced that the Television has entirely ruined our society it has made us have unfair expectations of other people and ourselves. For instance love. You are NOT in love the first time you see someone I don't care who says otherwise because if you don't know someone you can't love someone you can love the way they look at most which is shallow on YOUR part. If I hear one more person say they are in love with someone they have never talked to I am going to break something because it is entirely absurd. And also not everyone is a beautiful person with a 6 pack and a perfect face lower your damn expectations! We are not all always wearing stage make up and purging after lunch! Don't expect to find a TV beauty queen find a NATURAL beauty instead of these fake plastic princesses! I am sick of guys who go on and on about actresses and then refuse to treat women as anything but lesser objects because they aren't as beautiful as these television actresses same goes for you girls not every guy is the perfect boyfriend like on TV! Find a really nice guy who is not neccessarily buff but won't leave you in a month! No one looks like Edward Cullen except for him!  The main offender of all of these. Disney Channel. They hire these pretty 16 year old girls and make them into supernova's waiting to happen. Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears and 3/4 of all these other psychotic stars you hear about got started at Disney! People are constantly freaking about sagitory rape Have they ever seen Disney Channel! 16 year old girls are constantly "dating" 20 year old actors in the show and they expect this NOT to carry off set there is no way! Basically what I'm saying here is get off your couch turn off your TV and blog or something for a while because TV will make you another asshole that society embraces. But guess what the intellectuals see straight through your little I'm perfect act and will NOT like you at all. You want to make decent friends? READ A DAMN BOOK AND THEN TALK ABOUT IT! I mean honestly I hear people say they don't like reading and it just blows my mind! Have they ever read a book! There is not feeling better than being caught up in a good book! And guess what guys NO COMMERCIALS! I encourage anyone who reads this to turn off the damn TV and pick up a book for an hour or two. It will change your opinion on life. If you are so very inclined pick up The Fellowship of the Ring you I am reading that series right now and it is by far the best books I have ever read and basically EVERYTHING you see on TV fantasywise can be related to it. In fact anything Fantasy you see,read,hear, or smell or touch WILL draw from Tolkien unless it was written before his time.&lt;br /&gt;So I know that this rant has been A. Kind of all over the place. And B. Probably kind of ridiculous but honestly this is my venting so I don't want to hear anyone's  Oh your retarded or any of that crap because I don't give a crap what you think. (unless you know that I do in which case feel free to say what you want. But don't provoke me. You might die.) The quote for the day relates back to this and I heard it from some guy playing Xbox live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Read a book, Read a book, Read a god damn book. -Anonymous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-6208770709411193223?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6208770709411193223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=6208770709411193223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/6208770709411193223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/6208770709411193223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/fuming-grumpy-if-you-are-easily.html' title='Fuming. Grumpy. If you are easily offended steer clear of this Rant Post.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-6547174217817300984</id><published>2009-10-16T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:41:02.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings Returned.</title><content type='html'>So I have liked a very cute nice girl for around 6 months now and I have told her I like her at least 3 times. I decided to make the other day number 4 and she said aww sweet and I knew something was going right because all the other times I have told her it has ended in an awkward period of neither of us saying anything. I then proceeded to say thanks and went into a thinking stasis of what to do next the next day I asked her who she liked and she gave me a few hints and I had to guess after guessing everyone I hung out with I guessed myself. And lo and behold she said I was right. I am happier then I have been in quite some time now and we are most likely going on a group date today. Next time I see her I am going to give her a single rose and read her a poem I wrote as I hear that girls enjoy this type of thing. But don't tell her that I'm going to do that.&lt;br /&gt;No quoted today I couldn't find one I like sorry everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-6547174217817300984?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6547174217817300984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=6547174217817300984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/6547174217817300984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/6547174217817300984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/feelings-returned.html' title='Feelings Returned.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-4369213786537275262</id><published>2009-10-14T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:40:18.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that don't concern me or you or anyone for that matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;So I am sitting in my English major class and I am working on a novel I am writing and have officially reached the early stages of writers block so I decided let's warm it up with a blog entry so I'm going to. Now I know your all wondering what my novel is about but your all going to have to wait until it is in a state where anything but my own brain can decipher it for me to tell you. Sucks for you guys. So I'm going to take the liberty to tell all of you what bands you should be listening to since I am the supreme lord of the dream you are all a part of. Basically you should be listening to Fleet Foxes some people classify them as an Indie band but if you have any musical ability at all you will recognize them as an unclassifiable band that leans towards being a folk band. All of their songs are pretty mellow so if your not in a mood where you want to feel mellow and dazed probably you shouldn't listen to them. If your feeling so bold and want to feel angry and like you could do a metal head spin then you should be listening to Amon Amarth. They are from Sweden and sing (or more growl) about the most viking things ever and on top of that Amon Amarth means Mount Doom in Elfish. How could you not like them and their guitar will make your brain melt even if you just hear a scrap of it. For a combination of mellow and energized you should be listening to Blitzen Trapper they are one part southern rock one part indie all parts awesome. The one thing about Blitzen Trapper.... They are coming like next week and I don't get to go because my parents are going to New York.... Yay them?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="body"&gt;All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; -Kahlil Gibran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I really like this quote because I am one of those people who writes and get's approximately 1/4 of the stuff I want to out of my brain onto paper or into this blog so if I just assume I am smarter all up in my brain business then I don't have to worry about people thinking I'm stupid because I can't talk or write well.) On a funnier note I posted this a minute ago and I had put the last part after the quote in black so I was like what the what and then I highlighted it and it was there so I changed it to white now so I think we are good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-4369213786537275262?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4369213786537275262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=4369213786537275262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/4369213786537275262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/4369213786537275262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-post-fixed-because-i-am-too.html' title='Things that don&apos;t concern me or you or anyone for that matter'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-3320143423108062462</id><published>2009-10-14T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:39:48.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-3320143423108062462?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3320143423108062462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=3320143423108062462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/3320143423108062462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/3320143423108062462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-that-dont-concern-me-or-you-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-3861078905391600727</id><published>2009-10-13T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:35:18.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Post today</title><content type='html'>So I know that this is the second post of the day but I decided I had to write this thought before it escaped me because I just can't stand when that happens. I have this horrible tendency that whenever I hear someone talking about or I read anything about a person that is not named I immediately assume it is geared towards me. Now I'm not sure if that makes me really arrogant or really paranoid but either way I'm convinced it can't be good. As an example I was reading Merin's blog today and it was talking about people being in unhealthy relationships and I was like Oh God is Merin talking about me? Later in the post it said something about the person she was talking about being more intelligent than her and my immediate response was Hooray! I am nowhere near as smart as Merin so I don't need to worry. But it's situations like this that add to the creeping suspicion I have that I am either crazy or am getting too cocky. I guess that Hillary's comments about my being arrogant could have major evidence. Well that and the fact that half of the time I am jokingly arrogant because if I'm not I'd probably make everyone really concerned about my mental well being as everything I said would be "I'm not sure about this." and I'd probably bash on myself alot. Anyways I'm just going to meet in the middle and say I have Aronoia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-3861078905391600727?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3861078905391600727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=3861078905391600727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/3861078905391600727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/3861078905391600727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-post-today.html' title='Second Post today'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-4249507274164178057</id><published>2009-10-13T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:59:33.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A state of unbeing.</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling kind of disconnected recently kind of like my entire life is a dream and everyone is a figment of my imagination. But if everyone were a figment of my imagination how would I be able to meet new people? Unless of course I have the best imagination ever and it just creates people on the spot. Kind of like the matrix only I'm the aliens keeping everyone in little egg thingys and without Keanua Reeves (However the hell you spell his first name.) Anyways regardless of whether I'm the supreme creator of everyone or not girls will still confuse me. I mean it's like they are an entire different species. On  different note I have stopped writing altogether recently and it has concerned me a great deal. So I'm going to start doing this whole blogging thing again even though no one reads this as far as I know I'm just gonna keep writing for myself. I'm also going to start doing daily quotes. I don't know why because most people who do daily quotes are raging tool bags but maybe I'm just redeeming the art form. Sure let's go with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.- Salvador Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he would know... Have you seen his mustache. Then again when your that amazing at art you must have to be bad at something. Sadly for him he was bad at looking serious whatsoever. But I must admit I am jealous of his ability to grow facial hair at all. Then again I am a 15 year old boy so that's probably normal.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-4249507274164178057?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4249507274164178057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=4249507274164178057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/4249507274164178057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/4249507274164178057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/state-of-unbeing.html' title='A state of unbeing.'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-3702694486972943969</id><published>2009-09-05T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:37:34.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonesome No More: Poem I wrote today</title><content type='html'>Ok so this is the first poem I've written since around May I'm probably pretty rusty at this point but here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome No More&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure I’ve ever believed in the so called “Perfect Match”&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that that love can find anyone unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;There are other fish in the sea they say but there is always that one fish you just NEED to catch&lt;br /&gt;I dream of a day when we’re all lonesome no more a girl and a boy an angel a whore&lt;br /&gt;Unrequited love feels like torture to me 2 hearts into one more like one heart into 2&lt;br /&gt;The breaking not heard not seen but felt inside&lt;br /&gt;Sound like Cliché? Well I don’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;If no one is lonesome then no one is scared because you know your other side will always be there&lt;br /&gt;Talk on the phone all hours of the night through thick and through thin through the fun and the fights if your really in love it’ll all be all right&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was in love once knew it was wrong this is really starting to sound like a bad 80s song&lt;br /&gt;I better stop now before it get’s worse I end it with this my heart in a Hearse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-3702694486972943969?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3702694486972943969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=3702694486972943969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/3702694486972943969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/3702694486972943969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/lonesome-no-more-poem-i-wrote-today.html' title='Lonesome No More: Poem I wrote today'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719652529589185378.post-1553216155682696311</id><published>2009-09-04T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:37:42.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Night'/><title type='text'>I hate blogs</title><content type='html'>I've never really seen the point to blogging I guess it's to show all your friends what your doing and or thinking about. Kind of like a Facebook status on steroids right? Well that's exactly what I'll talk about on my blog over dramatic events that are completely blow out of proportion for added cinematic effect. Like tonight I went to the gallery stroll in downtown provo if I'm being honest it was pretty boring the art wasn't very good In fact we hardly looked at art we went to Dragons Keep instead which was for the great win. and the people were only pretty good except for the friends I was with they were great. Now on this blog it instead would be: WOW I had such a GREAT night the Gallery Stroll was great! The Art was INCREDIBLE! And Even though I have a back injury I LOVED walking around downtown provo with my AMAZING friends! (though my friends really are amazing!) Makes you just want to scream at me in a jealous rage right? But regardless I hope you all enjoy it and can learn to decipher my computer sarcasm&lt;div&gt;Your Friend and Neighbor and Psycho ex Girlfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Dallas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand -Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3719652529589185378-1553216155682696311?l=insertnamerhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1553216155682696311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3719652529589185378&amp;postID=1553216155682696311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/1553216155682696311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3719652529589185378/posts/default/1553216155682696311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insertnamerhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-blogs.html' title='I hate blogs'/><author><name>Dallas Hanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468520178373203159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqArxRljZcU/Tmf2ky5CTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/QmV_kA1kjto/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-02%2Bat%2B13.51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
