<?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-2255908095890945020</id><updated>2012-01-23T05:01:20.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[silence]</title><subtitle type='html'>Here, I might write about my life. Maybe?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-8874478811457794438</id><published>2011-03-06T17:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:55:06.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tumbling.</title><summary type='text'>Here is my tubmlr.I've been doing a lot more tumbling. That's really the place you'd want to go if you wanted to hear about my life, or about random stuff I care about. It occasionally gets kinda political, but I try to break it up.One thing that I've done is to create hashtag serieses, where I try to make a bunch of posts about random topics. Here are the ones I've done so far:#guitarsiwant - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/8874478811457794438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/03/tumbling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/8874478811457794438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/8874478811457794438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/03/tumbling.html' title='tumbling.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-5698250368119621889</id><published>2011-02-15T16:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:43:41.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could look into the future, how far ahead would you want to see, and why?</title><summary type='text'>I wouldn't want to.    Ask me questions.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/5698250368119621889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-you-could-look-into-future-how-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/5698250368119621889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/5698250368119621889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-you-could-look-into-future-how-far.html' title='If you could look into the future, how far ahead would you want to see, and why?'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-3734272118238325931</id><published>2011-01-31T10:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:36:54.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dream jobs...</title><summary type='text'>In case you haven't noticed, I don't really have any idea what I want to do with my life right now. I don't know what I want to do college-wise, major-wise, or job-wise.So, to relieve some of the stress, I decided it would be fun to start coming up with "dream jobs" - fantasy ideas that would be really fun, but are, for various reasons, completely impractical.Since I'd like to embed photos/videos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/3734272118238325931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/01/dream-jobs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/3734272118238325931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/3734272118238325931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/01/dream-jobs.html' title='dream jobs...'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-6777255523966161799</id><published>2011-01-26T12:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T12:23:06.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>phantom poem image.</title><summary type='text'>If you remember, a while ago I wrote a poem.You can read it here:http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem-currently-untitled.htmlAnyway, I recently used wordle, this cool internet thingee, to make a picture out of the words from the poem.Look at it:---...it wears you out...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/6777255523966161799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/01/phantom-poem-image.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6777255523966161799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6777255523966161799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/01/phantom-poem-image.html' title='phantom poem image.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-2109958423964122484</id><published>2011-01-22T16:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:42:38.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you rather be rich or famous?</title><summary type='text'>hm.rich. because then I could become famous through charity and stuff.    Ask me anything</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/2109958423964122484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/01/would-you-rather-be-rich-or-famous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/2109958423964122484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/2109958423964122484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/01/would-you-rather-be-rich-or-famous.html' title='Would you rather be rich or famous?'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-3849913720876767066</id><published>2011-01-16T21:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:58:08.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What was the worst advice you've ever received?</title><summary type='text'>hahaha. probably something about college.    Ask me anything</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/3849913720876767066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-was-worst-advice-you-ever-received.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/3849913720876767066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/3849913720876767066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-was-worst-advice-you-ever-received.html' title='What was the worst advice you&amp;#39;ve ever received?'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-6317823913172670626</id><published>2011-01-08T23:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:34:49.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What was your favorite play to be a part of at Cannon?</title><summary type='text'>The Fantasticks. Yeah.    Ask me anything...it's the room the sun and the sky...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/6317823913172670626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-was-your-favorite-play-to-be-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6317823913172670626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6317823913172670626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-was-your-favorite-play-to-be-part.html' title='What was your favorite play to be a part of at Cannon?'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-8341516380129022901</id><published>2011-01-03T15:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:59:26.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while.</title><summary type='text'>I thought I knew what I wanted to do, but I guess I don't.I'm on a leave of absence from Carnegie Mellon right now, and am planning to switch schools for next fall. Oh, and I'll be switching majors too. I don't think I want to major in computer science anymore. I don't really know what I want to do instead. Maybe philosophy? Psychology? Religious studies? Sociology? Probably something like that. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/8341516380129022901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/8341516380129022901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/8341516380129022901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-9120000198793721168</id><published>2010-09-21T12:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T12:28:45.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>experiment.</title><summary type='text'>try this.http://e4n2.netThere is more than there seems.---...I keep forgetting / the smell of the warm summer air...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/9120000198793721168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2010/09/experiment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/9120000198793721168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/9120000198793721168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2010/09/experiment.html' title='experiment.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-7262702824003605865</id><published>2010-04-07T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:44:29.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you decided on a college yet?</title><summary type='text'>Yes. I'm going to Carnegie Mellon for Computer Science. Yay.    Ask me anything</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/7262702824003605865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2010/04/have-you-decided-on-college-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/7262702824003605865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/7262702824003605865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2010/04/have-you-decided-on-college-yet.html' title='Have you decided on a college yet?'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-6870876916739312749</id><published>2010-03-11T16:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:54:04.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><summary type='text'>Ask me anything http://formspring.me/rabidcentipede</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/6870876916739312749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6870876916739312749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6870876916739312749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-2804839523621445961</id><published>2010-02-15T14:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:38:14.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monologue for Theater Class</title><summary type='text'>I can hear his footsteps squelching softly in the mud. It must be Friday. Greg comes by every Friday, before work. I guess these visits help him.I can see him now, enveloped in the fog. He’s bringing flowers, again. I wish he knew that they really aren’t necessary; all that matters is that he still comes by. He’s already done more than enough. Does he think I still blame him?He’s wearing a thick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/2804839523621445961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2010/02/monologue-for-theater-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/2804839523621445961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/2804839523621445961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2010/02/monologue-for-theater-class.html' title='Monologue for Theater Class'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-5541400342602289104</id><published>2010-02-02T19:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:11:46.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angsty Love Scene for The Voice</title><summary type='text'>I stared out at the moonlight bouncing off the choppy water.  The small waves distorted the reflection, ripping and tearing it into millions of shimmering pieces.  I blinked once, and then twice, trying to hold back my tears.  I couldn’t let him see me cry.  I couldn’t seem weak, or needy.  I leaned up against the wooden railing, sticking my face out into the breeze.  The cool wind felt nice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/5541400342602289104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2010/02/angsty-love-scene-for-voice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/5541400342602289104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/5541400342602289104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2010/02/angsty-love-scene-for-voice.html' title='Angsty Love Scene for The Voice'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-3379847324880565393</id><published>2010-01-21T21:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:46:23.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story for The Voice</title><summary type='text'>He could see shapes in the trees. Patterns in the wind-blown leaves. The moonlight flickering between the branches danced on the ground, shifting like a kaleidoscope as he walked. Shadows tugged at the edges of his vision, trying to steal his attention. Every bush, every tree looked like someone hiding, waiting, watching.  But there wasn’t anybody else out here. There couldn’t be. David had been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/3379847324880565393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2010/01/story-for-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/3379847324880565393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/3379847324880565393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2010/01/story-for-voice.html' title='Story for The Voice'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-6319602676378274509</id><published>2010-01-18T16:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:13:49.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cliquey cliquey</title><summary type='text'>hahahaha.Prep[] I shop at Abercrombie, Hollister, American Eagle, or Aerospatiale.[] I am/was a cheerleader.[] I'm pretty ditzy.[] I wear pink 24/7.[] My looks are very important to me.[x] I can’t live without my cell phone. (mostly for email.)[] My hair is always straight.[] I say 'like' and 'omigod' a lot.[] I laugh 24/7.[] I have a million friends.[] I always hang at the mall or movies.[] I'll</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/6319602676378274509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2010/01/cliquey-cliquey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6319602676378274509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6319602676378274509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2010/01/cliquey-cliquey.html' title='cliquey cliquey'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-242232967350153376</id><published>2009-12-06T20:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:11:30.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(the edible, not the conceptual) cheese.</title><summary type='text'>surrounded by the lounging crowd,in formal dress and fancy suits,I sit awkwardly on a couch,as unfamiliar faces loom."enough!" I cry inside my head,as relatives unknown discussthe newly married bride and groom."I'll have no more of this", I think,and wander off to find a spaceaway from all this wretched noise.I come upon the snack table -a veritable feast of food.more types of cheese did reside </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/242232967350153376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/12/edible-not-conceptual-cheese.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/242232967350153376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/242232967350153376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/12/edible-not-conceptual-cheese.html' title='(the edible, not the conceptual) cheese.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-6999449605610856488</id><published>2009-10-14T19:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:28:25.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bagels with strawberry cream cheese.</title><summary type='text'>You know what's really freaky?Watching Jeopardy on mute. You get all of the questions, but none of the answers. You walk away, and a few minutes later are still trying to figure out what obscure 80's band it was talking about. Curse you, muted Jeopardy, for ruining my peace of mind!~~~Not that it was all that peaceful to begin with. AGH. This whole college thing is starting to drive me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/6999449605610856488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/10/bagels-with-strawberry-cream-cheese.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6999449605610856488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6999449605610856488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/10/bagels-with-strawberry-cream-cheese.html' title='bagels with strawberry cream cheese.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-1912297113708695100</id><published>2009-09-15T19:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:49:18.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>poem for the voice.</title><summary type='text'>AN EXERCISE IN HEAVY-HANDED PARODY AND MISANTHROPY(THE AMERICAN DREAM.)(i) The Culture(Sold my soul for a quarter.).            “How can I help you?”.            Glazed eyes and a poorly-suppressed sigh conveyed.            That however much they were paying her for this,.            It clearly wasn’t enough.Bang! Boom! Crash!Violence! Action! Sex!A vicarious summer, ten bucks a pop;branded </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/1912297113708695100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/09/poem-for-voice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/1912297113708695100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/1912297113708695100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/09/poem-for-voice.html' title='poem for the voice.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-4524427708609220297</id><published>2009-08-27T20:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:56:48.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fitting/scattered.</title><summary type='text'>Things have been going too fast lately.===I'm actually enjoying school now. I mean, I did before, but... I don't know, it's different now. I love basically all of my classes (except for English, but eh, that's okay). I have more friends than I ever have before (even though only like four of them are actually in my grade, haha). And I feel like things will only get better from here. There's some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/4524427708609220297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/08/fittingscattered.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/4524427708609220297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/4524427708609220297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/08/fittingscattered.html' title='fitting/scattered.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-7968519501811686518</id><published>2009-08-20T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:51:08.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mauve.</title><summary type='text'>School has started, yay. A bit of confusion caused the year to get off to a rough start, but things are better now. Well... as good as they will get, I guess. Most of my classes range from ok to good. I seem to have a relatively good number of friends. However. Our lunch group seems to be fracturing, and our band is in need of some serious help. Meh, whatever.***One of my favorite classes so far </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/7968519501811686518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/08/mauve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/7968519501811686518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/7968519501811686518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/08/mauve.html' title='Mauve.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-8899183002839437523</id><published>2009-08-16T14:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:46:31.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>prologue?</title><summary type='text'>Hmm. It's the last day of summer. This is both good and bad. I wish summer had been a bit longer. Well, parts of it. Not other parts. Oh well. The ending hasn't been as good as I had hoped, but whatever. School brings things to look forwards(british spelling) to. (ending in a preposition. grammar, I shall defile thee.)//Portishead is awesome. I finally bought their second album (titled Portishead</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/8899183002839437523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/08/prologue.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/8899183002839437523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/8899183002839437523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/08/prologue.html' title='prologue?'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-4554365186917928165</id><published>2009-08-10T10:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:36:56.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>two songs/listen to them</title><summary type='text'>These two songs are most excellent, and I've recently had them stuck in my head.First, Handlebars by Flobots. The music video is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuK2A1ZqoWsI like the way the lyrics and the music video work together to tell a message. Neither of them would be as effective without the other, in my opinion. I think the moral is interesting - as individuals, we have incredible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/4554365186917928165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-songslisten-to-them_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/4554365186917928165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/4554365186917928165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-songslisten-to-them_10.html' title='two songs/listen to them'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-2854187238721974011</id><published>2009-08-04T17:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:54:08.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post/Riposte</title><summary type='text'>Hey, Cannon peoples - how long are your responses to the "Who Moved My Cheese" questions? I figured I should finally get around to doing my summer work, haha. Oh, and while I'm randomly questioning you - for rising seniors: how long are your response(s) to the common app essay?---I see what you are doing. And don't worry, I will get you. You can run, you can hide, but it won't last. Not for long.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/2854187238721974011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/08/postriposte.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/2854187238721974011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/2854187238721974011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/08/postriposte.html' title='Post/Riposte'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-6087014976085330566</id><published>2009-07-23T22:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:54:19.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video</title><summary type='text'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-awVQkTeVEhttp://www.couragecampaign.org/page/s/divorceTired now. Insightful words later....blue-eyed butterfly slowly unfolding...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/6087014976085330566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/07/video.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6087014976085330566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6087014976085330566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/07/video.html' title='Video'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-6851217300717595860</id><published>2009-06-28T22:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:54:53.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Circles of Flame</title><summary type='text'>So, yeah. I haven't written a blog entry in a while. But I have an excuse! Sorta. I was away all of last week at a camp, and then for the past few days at a family reunion. The camp was fun, but the reunion only served to remind me of how extremely southern most of my dad's family is. At least I got to hang out with my cousins Louis and Sam, ages 7 and 4, who provided constant entertainment. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/6851217300717595860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/06/circles-of-flame.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6851217300717595860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6851217300717595860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/06/circles-of-flame.html' title='Circles of Flame'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-4431574580149487895</id><published>2009-06-08T21:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:45:34.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chitlins con carne</title><summary type='text'>Ha, so much for being productive this summer. My sister and I got The Sims 3, which has been wo(nd)e(r)fully addicting, and has basically taken up the past few days of my life. Aside from its habit of randomly crashing every now and then, it's a pretty good game. As expected, if you liked The Sims 2, you'll like this one.In other news, YAYYY! Over the past week or two, I'd been working on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/4431574580149487895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/06/chitlins-con-carne.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/4431574580149487895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/4431574580149487895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/06/chitlins-con-carne.html' title='chitlins con carne'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-7854326990222699226</id><published>2009-06-02T19:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:14:01.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer?</title><summary type='text'>yay. so. It's summer.There's a whole bunch of stuff I've been wanting to do for a while now, and I figured summer would be a good time to try to get them all done. I mean, I don't have school anymore, so it should all just be free time, right? Well, somehow, I can never get around to finishing anything. Ah well. Hopefully my work ethic will return soon.My sister recently got me re-addicted to The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/7854326990222699226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/7854326990222699226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/7854326990222699226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html' title='summer?'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-4975291771185736923</id><published>2009-05-26T21:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:22:39.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ranting for a bit (plus: ANGER!)</title><summary type='text'>I figure I should write again. Hmm.... haha, well, I'm sorry my life isn't as angst- and drama-filled as some of the other bloggers out there (just kidding guys, you know I love reading your blogs). But anyway, I guess it's my turn to indulge in some random ranting.Sooo... it's almost the end of the school year. Usually, I'd be looking forward to this. However... this year feels different. I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/4975291771185736923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/05/ranting-for-bit-plus-anger.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/4975291771185736923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/4975291771185736923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/05/ranting-for-bit-plus-anger.html' title='ranting for a bit (plus: ANGER!)'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-1014935686046394915</id><published>2009-05-22T15:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:20:40.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flat B Flat</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so anyone who showed up to the last symposium got to hear our band play an original song, A Flat B Flat. For a long time, it didn't have any lyrics (hence the name, which just describes the two main chords). However, I really liked this song, and decided it needed lyrics, and wrote them.Here they are:(piano intro)(small drum roll)(a)Driving down the interstate at (b) 60 miles per hour(a)The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/1014935686046394915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/05/flat-b-flat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/1014935686046394915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/1014935686046394915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/05/flat-b-flat.html' title='A Flat B Flat'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-4401907206978183760</id><published>2009-05-13T20:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:03:35.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>poem, currently untitled.</title><summary type='text'>in this instant, I steal your soul.the fall of man,or the rise of sanity?the sun rises.a city scene, perfectly happy.oh, unreal city!a row of pretty perfect homes perched in a row,housewives bustling contently,businessmen off at work.the clock chimes,the sun sets.these are the wasted days.far up in the ancient tower,surrounded by his whirring clockwork masterpiece,the phantom watches.nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/4401907206978183760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem-currently-untitled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/4401907206978183760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/4401907206978183760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem-currently-untitled.html' title='poem, currently untitled.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-8272486745491430176</id><published>2009-05-12T22:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:28:53.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On philosophy, religion, beliefs, and morals.</title><summary type='text'>A rather complex topic, eh?Note: I don’t want to offend anyone with this. If you don’t agree with me, whatever. It doesn’t bother me. I’m just going to sorta rant about stuff.Anyways. I’m an analytical person. I like to understand things, to be able to see how and why they work. Because of this, I want to understand life. I want to know why I am here, why you are here, and why we do the things we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/8272486745491430176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-philosophy-religion-beliefs-and.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/8272486745491430176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/8272486745491430176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-philosophy-religion-beliefs-and.html' title='On philosophy, religion, beliefs, and morals.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-1388414704241522525</id><published>2009-05-06T20:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:39:15.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh, tired.</title><summary type='text'>Wheee, AP exam week. So much fun. Computer Science AB yesterday, Calculus BC today, and then US History on Friday. Bleh.I'm really tired, which is why I'm not writing the blog entry I was planning to write. You see, I had this idea for a massive discourse about religion/love/peace/acceptance/beliefs, but... I'm tired. So instead, you get this random rant.I've been reading more recently. Right now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/1388414704241522525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/05/meh-tired.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/1388414704241522525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/1388414704241522525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/05/meh-tired.html' title='Meh, tired.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-3921602757827932551</id><published>2009-04-27T20:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:11:56.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatles Songs</title><summary type='text'>mkay so I'm lazy and I didn't feel like writing a full entry.I have ideas for a good one though. So hopefully that will come soon?Anyways, the idea here was to answer each question with a song title, and to limit yourself to one artist.I chose the Beatles.Some of the answers were chosen sarcastically, or because they fit nicely - they do not all actually reflect my real answer to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/3921602757827932551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/beatles-songs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/3921602757827932551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/3921602757827932551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/beatles-songs.html' title='Beatles Songs'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-3105736320471717304</id><published>2009-04-26T18:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:39:12.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Purify the colors, purify my mind</title><summary type='text'>I hear shouts, screams. The clanking of metal, dull thuds. Oh wait, my neighbors are just playing horseshoes. ha.---I don’t really know what I want. This is a problem. Well, I know what I don’t want – I guess that’s a good start. But how to move forward, to make progress? Ah, trapped again.I am confused. Taunted by vague visions, lead on by unsure dreams. Competing realities. Hiding in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/3105736320471717304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/purify-colors-purify-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/3105736320471717304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/3105736320471717304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/purify-colors-purify-my-mind.html' title='Purify the colors, purify my mind'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-8111855981640549493</id><published>2009-04-26T10:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:38:54.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this.</title><summary type='text'>So, last night was the closing night of our play, The Fantasticks. It was pretty awesome. If you came, yay. If you didn't come, then you missed out :/.Afterwards, we all went to Steak and Shake and sat at this MASSIVE table and had a really good time, hahaha. Even if it did possibly involve scaring off basically everyone else in the restaurant. Oops.In other news, I am slightly mad at myself for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/8111855981640549493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/8111855981640549493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/8111855981640549493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/this.html' title='this.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-7707624787832758124</id><published>2009-04-22T20:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:32:04.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(alphabetized!)</title><summary type='text'>I am ((a/an)):agnostic / angsty / anxious / awkward / bad liar / bisexual / black belt / broken / caring / confused / curious / depressed / drummer / easily amused / easily hurt / embarrassed / emotional / fortunate / frustrated / gamer / geek / guilty / happy / hippy / immature / in love / INTP (or INFP, around certain people) / juvenile / kind(?!) / lazy / liberal / music-loving / nerdy / not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/7707624787832758124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/alphabetized.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/7707624787832758124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/7707624787832758124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/alphabetized.html' title='(alphabetized!)'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-4584084567641714541</id><published>2009-04-22T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:13:25.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Portrait of Evil</title><summary type='text'>You. You, with your dark, piercing eyes. Your egocentricity, your deceitfulness.I followed you down a path of evil. I was lost, confused, scared. I didn't know better.You swagger along, the crowd parting to let you through. Nothing touches you or changes you. You are fixed, distant, apart.I looked too deeply, trying to find good where it didn't exist. I judged lightly.Your slippery lies, your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/4584084567641714541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/portrait-of-evil.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/4584084567641714541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/4584084567641714541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/portrait-of-evil.html' title='A Portrait of Evil'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-5981888348168548310</id><published>2009-04-21T22:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:18:29.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear and Uncertainty</title><summary type='text'>Fear and Uncertainty are crippling emotions.There are things that I should do, want to do, or need to do, and yet... I don't. Why? I'm afraid.What am I afraid of?It depends on the situation. But most of the time, I am afraid of failure. I afraid of failing publicly, and being embarrassed or humiliated in front of an untold number of people. I am afraid of failing privately, and having to live </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/5981888348168548310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear-and-uncertainty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/5981888348168548310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/5981888348168548310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear-and-uncertainty.html' title='Fear and Uncertainty'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-5973189177564000078</id><published>2009-04-17T06:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:17:54.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence, pt. 2</title><summary type='text'>It is interesting to observe how people deal with silence. I don't really mean while they are alone - I mean being in a group of people when it suddenly falls quiet.Some people can't stand it, and feel terribly awkward during any long pause. They search frantically for something to say, and won't be comfortable again until the conversation gets going. These people need to talk, they need the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/5973189177564000078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/silence-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/5973189177564000078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/5973189177564000078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/silence-pt-2.html' title='Silence, pt. 2'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-8589978911605709763</id><published>2009-04-14T19:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:29:08.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><summary type='text'>Well, for reasons that I am still attempting to understand, I joined the school theater company earlier this year, and participated in the winter play. It was wonderfully fun, and helped me meet a bunch of new people (some of whom I am quite glad to have met &lt;3).Anyways, I decided to continue and try out for our spring musical. Now, let me explain something. I do not sing. Nope. Never. Singing is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/8589978911605709763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/silence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/8589978911605709763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/8589978911605709763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-6707036591509406092</id><published>2009-04-13T20:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:40:59.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ah.</title><summary type='text'>ANGST!that's all for now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/6707036591509406092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6707036591509406092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/6707036591509406092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah.html' title='ah.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-633374198707001034</id><published>2009-04-13T00:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:21:56.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazon Fails.</title><summary type='text'>So yeah... Amazon is actually a pretty bad company.A little while ago, they started removing books that they thought had "adult" content from their listings and bestseller lists. However, they did not remove all books with "adult" content... mainly just books relating to LGBT issues, even if there was hardly any other "adult" content involved.Do you know what this is? Censorship.And even worse...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/633374198707001034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/amazon-fails.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/633374198707001034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/633374198707001034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/amazon-fails.html' title='Amazon Fails.'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255908095890945020.post-7955928796555874520</id><published>2009-04-12T19:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:29:28.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post?</title><summary type='text'>Hello, world.I decided to start a more personal blog than the one on my website.yay?I probably won't update that often.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/feeds/7955928796555874520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/7955928796555874520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255908095890945020/posts/default/7955928796555874520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabidcentipede.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-post.html' title='First Post?'/><author><name>rabidcentipede</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12895803146957671013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I24IgAwJ-i0/SVBu7hlWesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4fjTLXuCZ0/S220/100logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
