<?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-5301344002911989870</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:04:22.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Dose of Santos</title><subtitle type='html'>Ranel [Troy] Santos's blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-2846550156021466258</id><published>2009-04-25T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:54:42.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blagh</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was cool, we all ditched art lmao, and then just presentations in spanish, and I already did mine. Some were pretty funny. Troyan,we just got XC, then watched a movie and ate. Chemistry my only real class for the day, just lecturing, it's so confusing sometimes, but I got it. Finally religion we just filmed about 2 minutes of the movie, overall one of the easiest days of class in my life. After school, peepz were supposed to go hang in the WG, but ended up not going so went home. Played some video games and napped. Woke up, iced up and then went to practice. Coach Shaw looked like he was gonna run practice cause Coach Hom was sick, but then he had to go to a coach's meeting so we had the varsity coach from some insane high school in Arizona, where his average margin of victory was at like 31 for one year. WTF?!? I could see it though, his offense was so dynamic, and the learning curve was pretty long. Practice was a lot more thinking then running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, woke up, went to work, ate lunch there. Man, hospital food sucks. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, fixed up the computer and then went outside to play basketball. Practicing the footwork, you know, that's how Kobe makes it looks so good, he has amazing footwork if you watch him closely. They won today, wo0o0. Went to a family party, kind of boring, just watched the games on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmation tomorrow, wo0o0!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-2846550156021466258?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2846550156021466258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=2846550156021466258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/2846550156021466258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/2846550156021466258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/blagh.html' title='blagh'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-5090705022518141011</id><published>2009-04-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:09:02.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>not doing so well, but don't call it a comeback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmation on Sunday at 5! Before-Party at 12! After party til whenever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty chill. In math class, as always, I effed around. I walked around with my shoes off and our whole row mad frog ribbits. Yeah! Bahaha, but Ms. Bauman is hella chill, and we still learn so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troyan class, it was okay I guess, lecture. She had notes that said "Oh no you did nttttttt!!" Lmao, okay!?!? Learned about World War I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem, damn me I have a B+ now, it's all downhill after my amazing A- run. Damn, 58/70 on the test, damn chemical equilibrium laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th, directing movie, uhhhhh ahah kinda crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, then a special assembly for ASB collections, Yeah Chiswell! and Dalan was SOOOOOOOOO FUNNY, "Let's bring in a cage and have the Lancer's best and ours fight!" as well as AJ. Rajeev's was pretty funny too. "Stealthy like a ninja!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 2nd, quick powerpoint while Del was at State Debate shizzle, Brian had a swim meet, which left Ed to do research, and Nate and I to make the powerpoint and fuqq around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, track meet was cool, I like the spandex, shows off Thunder and Lightning bahaha just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cmon Lakers wtf!?! It's okay, bad half and we're only down by 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schoolio then practice tomorrow, I heard about jon pham's bbq and then there's evan's bday adventure to wherever, who knows what's going down tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-5090705022518141011?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5090705022518141011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=5090705022518141011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5090705022518141011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5090705022518141011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1765708816382221913</id><published>2009-04-12T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:22:11.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rappin'</title><content type='html'>I am in the process of making a rap song for my math class. fuq yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna make a video, anyone wanna help? I could use some video models and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;someone with a car&lt;/span&gt; or whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im talking to you matt ganan**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1765708816382221913?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1765708816382221913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1765708816382221913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1765708816382221913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1765708816382221913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/rappin.html' title='rappin&apos;'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1111421606499594080</id><published>2009-04-07T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:47:09.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a boss</title><content type='html'>First off, sincere prayers go to the family of the girl from Tracy who was kidnapped, I just heard how she died, it's sickening. I guess pray for the murderer too, that he turns away from the freeway and to the road less traveled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I turned in my research paper this morning. What's so great, he looked at me after I handed it to him and said, "Congratulations!" Haha, great! After that, I took my math test, which I did not butt rape, because it confused me, but after doing it hard for 50 straight minutes on my desk, I flipped it over and finished it off. Happy Tuesday guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Religion, Dr. Fr. Mike Moodie, S.J. asked the class, "Hey, you Old Testament scholars, what was the relationship between Tamar and Judah?" I answered, "SHE WAS HIS BABY'S MAMA!!!" And then I made horse calls and he got mad at me. bahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art today, as usual, was hella funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, we went over the greatest US movie of all time, but he didn't go over it as much and I felt like I missed a lot. Damn you Citizen Kane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll buy you anything you want! You just have to love me!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, two tests will commence, followed by another lecture in Chemistry and Religion for the cherry on top, and then I'm free to gallivant around town in search of attractive women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soon, this will be plump with my seed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1111421606499594080?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1111421606499594080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1111421606499594080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1111421606499594080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1111421606499594080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-boss.html' title='Like a boss'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-410552630021301916</id><published>2009-04-04T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:57:33.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PCN!</title><content type='html'>uhhh.... yeahh...... bahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great job fsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-410552630021301916?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/410552630021301916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=410552630021301916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/410552630021301916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/410552630021301916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/pcn.html' title='PCN!'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-90727359519930593</id><published>2009-04-02T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:07:25.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday pt 2</title><content type='html'>justine showed me this as part of my myspace bulletin gift, i think i was a freshman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me being harassed by my family....the usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vid105.photobucket.com/albums/m209/xjustinepaige/Random Family Moments/016-1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-90727359519930593?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/90727359519930593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=90727359519930593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/90727359519930593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/90727359519930593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-pt-2.html' title='birthday pt 2'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-2156569618460599423</id><published>2009-04-02T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:17:19.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays...</title><content type='html'>I always do some kind of corny wrap up about my life during my birthdays. We'll save it for the bottom of the blog. FAWK I'm such a nerd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first off, my birthday is the day after April Fool's day, and I didn't get to talk about that day. Well, I only played one prank, but it was pretty classic I guess. In math class, first period of the day, Ms. Bauman had to leave to make copies for us. So she leaves really quick, and we come up with this idea that, because she's really short, we'd stick all the markers on the top of the board so that all like 8 markers would be gone and she'd be like wtf!?!?! then look up. BAHAHAH. Eh, it was okay. It was hilarious though when like none of us would help her and she was like WOOOW GUYS, way to put it on top of the board, obviously I'd always look up first, and then she had to use a yardstick to get them down. LMAOOO we love you Ms. Bauman. Today I just wrote thug life all around the board as I was solving some math problems. In Mr. P's class, I got kicked out for studying. Yeah, I got kicked out of art class for studying, fuck me. FML was kinda funny until everyone got on it, but whatever. uhhhh Oh and today we kept playing arab dance music hella loud and he got super mad at us, and we'd do more typical Bellarmine stuff. bahahahaha. Today was cool, I got my schedule finalized, it looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH LANGUAGE AP&lt;br /&gt;PRECALCULUS HONORS&lt;br /&gt;SPANISH 3&lt;br /&gt;RELIGION&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS B AP&lt;br /&gt;ACTING 1&lt;br /&gt;US HISTORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the wrap up and reflection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16! You know, I just realized that these years are supposedly the best years of our life, and I'm already halfway through it. Wow, it's just so cool. On one hand, I used to be a scrawny little kid and now I'm into all these things, lots of good friends, it's great. On the other hand, in 2 years, I'm living in a dorm out of the house. It's scary and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was 5 years old again and looked at who I am now, I might be a little mad. I'm not 6'5 NBA prospect, I'm not the smartest kid in the class, I don't hate every girl except my mom and sister. But I still care about people and have fun with my friends, which my 5 self would be proud of. If I look back when I'm 30, I would be kind of mad too, I'm not in the math club or the debate team, I'm not doing blah blah blah. But I still enjoy myself, so I'd be proud too. I guess what it means is that I'm slowly growing, but I'm surely growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in the end of my 15th year, I've learned that no matter how hard I try, I may not reach my dreams, I may not have the life I imagined. However, I've learned that if I do stay open, I may have surpassed things I never thought I could or would do. But most importantly, the fact that I'm working hard and truly dreaming for the top spot is something. The fact that we humans work hard day and night is something we should be proud of, but let's not get self-complacent and self-righteous. There's no simple answer to anything, no way of living that makes all our problems go away. God is there with me, but it doesn't mean everything is dandy, there's gonna be problems that I'll have to get through, we all do. I don't want to sound so after school special-y, but working hard and truly living life may be all we need. We don't need success for happiness, the happiest people out there may not have a dime to their name. I guess we get so caught up in doing everything, or doing nothing, that we don't realize the small little smile we get when we see a friend at school and realize we always belonged, the bed waiting at home and realize we have a place we're wanted, even the sky above us and we wonder how did it get so blue? Overall, I hate my life, I love my life, all at different times. But I am living it. Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to my first 5 years of knowing nothing and being truly happy&lt;br /&gt;the last 10 years for being a kid&lt;br /&gt;the past 2 and the next 2 for being a teenage jackass&lt;br /&gt;the next 4 to being a college whiz&lt;br /&gt;and the next 40 for working my ass off so that&lt;br /&gt;when I have my dying years I'm retired so I don't kill myself working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'll die a happy man, because through all the struggle I had a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be forgotten a few years after I die perhaps, but the human spirit will live on in the generations yet to come, my spirit will be at peace once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to that one fine morning when I'll realize life is better than my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll drink to that if it ever comes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-2156569618460599423?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2156569618460599423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=2156569618460599423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/2156569618460599423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/2156569618460599423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays...'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-7633772263983884008</id><published>2009-03-30T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:16:15.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bahahah</title><content type='html'>dilli GAFFFFFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I do, I need to bring my English grade up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When shall someone charm me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday on Thursday, it does &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, Au Revoir, Goodbye! and good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-7633772263983884008?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7633772263983884008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=7633772263983884008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7633772263983884008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7633772263983884008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/03/bahahah.html' title='bahahah'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-6390688776087486750</id><published>2009-03-29T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:38:38.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>BENCHED!?!? Seriously, I got so mad, damn I could have done something better. Oh well, I played lots of the 2nd game, but I don't know how our bigs kept getting beat. Oh well. I swear, that was my first and it better be my last time I'm ever benched in a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, my weekend was okay, Special Olympics volunteer stuff was actually pretty enjoyable, the championship game was intense, and their skill level is better than a lot of my friends, well some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got the Final 4 right, I know right!?! 99th percentile fa sho fa sho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my first game, I decided to let out some steam by going to the local Barnes and Nobles to read and relax. I read Beedle the Bard's tales or whatever, the stories were clever but it's a child's book really. I also read some spiritual/astrological books about the Mayan calendar and 2012, it's really quite interesting. I used to be downright terrified of death, but as I grow older, I guess I grow more courageous. Don't get me wrong, I'm still scared, but if you told me we'd all die in 2012, I'd be okay with it. I guess when you're actually alive, death isn't your biggest fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder what awaits us, all of us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122412&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-6390688776087486750?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6390688776087486750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=6390688776087486750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6390688776087486750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6390688776087486750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-212740521995001965</id><published>2009-03-20T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:53:16.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixer</title><content type='html'>wasn't great... but it was interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORBIDDEN FRUIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhh damn me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifjd;skfjdskfknowfkdjfk;djsfyou'refdjfkdjsfdsjajustfdjhfsjdkfhavingewyruwfun&lt;br /&gt;SotrewrjwlramhrwejI&lt;br /&gt;Buthwerjwhenbfsthefihfunhfdebreaksufsomeone'sleheart&lt;br /&gt;Ihfeshoulduhdsbebehfefeelingmofiwbad&lt;br /&gt;ButjwsuIdhjwhwdon't&lt;br /&gt;Isehidwantnwayou&lt;br /&gt;Alone,dshfsdfandsdhfjshdfwe'ddshfjdofhsethings&lt;br /&gt;I'meioewaiting&lt;br /&gt;Idhgewantedhejdonebneuhfedance&lt;br /&gt;ButnfjerIrhjehrwalkedbjeheraway&lt;br /&gt;BecausewerhI'mwerwehraewrgoodewrguy&lt;br /&gt;orhwrwmaybewerjwheI'mwhruhewjustewbhrbstupid&lt;br /&gt;butwerwerifjwerhIwerjwerhadwerdthehuhrsituation&lt;br /&gt;backhrwerinerhwermyrwerhuehrugrasp&lt;br /&gt;Ihiewreplaybeuitbrhbinnkwemybewrmind&lt;br /&gt;andweuhrIrehstillbuwerdon'teruhewknoweurhwhathruwehtobuewdo&lt;br /&gt;but your kiss sends shockwaves through my bones&lt;br /&gt;and sends my mind into a fiery blaze&lt;br /&gt;of passion and confusion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-212740521995001965?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/212740521995001965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=212740521995001965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/212740521995001965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/212740521995001965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/03/mixer.html' title='Mixer'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-8194492064907669527</id><published>2009-03-16T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:33:20.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vloggin!??</title><content type='html'>YEAH! I look like a hot mess, oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2BDmQMwuE08&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2BDmQMwuE08&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most def!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-8194492064907669527?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8194492064907669527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=8194492064907669527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8194492064907669527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8194492064907669527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/03/vloggin.html' title='Vloggin!??'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-4496072299327535140</id><published>2009-03-15T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:49:32.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a pin yunz</title><content type='html'>Floor burns are so annoying, it's a combination of pain and itchiness, so I have no clue how to deal with it. Damn my knees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone out there is interested in the economy, but you're kind of a noob at finance and stuff, I highly suggest watching Jon Stewart's interview with Jim Kramer. Jon is a comedian so it's entertaining, but he eventually gets to the point. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm watching the Real World, and this one guy was in the US Army, and he has to go back to Iraq. I really hope that Obama's plan to evacuate the troops goes to plan quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Lie to Me, it's my new favorite show and will be the next "my show" once Scrubs ends this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm huge for Obama but sometimes I feel like his stimulus package isn't going to work. I think he should be trying to work on banks, get those damn CEO's investigated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-Yo is da bomb. Damn! He's gonna be remembered, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will finish my research paper tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm still here, I just don't really talk to people online anymore or stuff. Hahaa, damn school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-4496072299327535140?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4496072299327535140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=4496072299327535140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4496072299327535140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4496072299327535140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/03/pin-yunz.html' title='a pin yunz'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-8170998566975107568</id><published>2009-03-05T20:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:34:15.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGPOP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="300" id="iminlikewithyou"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://flashcdn.iminlikewithyou.com/embedder.swf?key=39a1ca350b0621578978b36f88" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flashcdn.iminlikewithyou.com/embedder.swf?key=39a1ca350b0621578978b36f88" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" name="iminlikewithyou" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-8170998566975107568?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8170998566975107568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=8170998566975107568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8170998566975107568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8170998566975107568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/03/omgpop.html' title='OMGPOP?'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-4498599069800035365</id><published>2009-03-04T20:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:57:26.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future?</title><content type='html'>I'm incredibly nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior&lt;br /&gt;PreCal Honors&lt;br /&gt;English AP&lt;br /&gt;Enviornmental Science AP&lt;br /&gt;USH/APUSH?&lt;br /&gt;Spanish 3&lt;br /&gt;Religion&lt;br /&gt;Elective? Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior&lt;br /&gt;Calc BCAP&lt;br /&gt;Psych AP&lt;br /&gt;Bio AP&lt;br /&gt;Dunno about English or Spanish&lt;br /&gt;ELECTIVE!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-4498599069800035365?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4498599069800035365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=4498599069800035365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4498599069800035365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4498599069800035365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/03/future.html' title='The Future?'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-449595064139503120</id><published>2009-03-03T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:18:50.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tupac once said</title><content type='html'>...Reality is wrong. Dreams are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that segue, I show you some quotes from possibly the greatest novel in American history, not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a book about dreams, really. How appropriate! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a valley of ashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of gray cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-gray men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud, which screens their obscure operations from your sight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# "His parents were shiftless and unsuccessful farm people--his imagination had never really accepted them as his parents at all. The truth was that Jay Gatsby of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God... and he must be about His Father's business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty. So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen year old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... And one fine morning-- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-449595064139503120?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/449595064139503120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=449595064139503120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/449595064139503120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/449595064139503120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/03/tupac-once-said.html' title='Tupac once said'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-7351668212008433926</id><published>2009-03-02T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:46:53.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24!??</title><content type='html'>Just a bunch of action + cliffhangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= total exhilaration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pathetic, but i don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie to me/scrubs on wednesdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shh, the vice president is talking to agent moss and walker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-7351668212008433926?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7351668212008433926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=7351668212008433926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7351668212008433926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7351668212008433926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/03/24.html' title='24!??'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-7194429655829002488</id><published>2009-02-27T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:14:55.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/27</title><content type='html'>I really enjoy Kanye West's new album, not a lot of people like it cause it's different, but you have to realize where he's coming from when he made the album. I couldn't care less that he's singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem to turn around on you quickly with a sentence worded poorly. Feelings sink like a boat in the middle of stray missles, hurling toward you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it coming back, the passion and the joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been looking seriously at colleges. I think UCI is guaranteed for me, and UCSD is pretty inevitable also. UCLA and UCB are kind of a reach, but I still have yet to see how junior year pans out for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was Ash Wednesday, I decided to give up red meat for Lent. It'll be good for me in the long run anyways, it'll help me prepare. How am I gonna live a life confirmed in Christ if I can't handle a month without a luxury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my head keeps spinning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-7194429655829002488?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7194429655829002488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=7194429655829002488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7194429655829002488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7194429655829002488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/02/227.html' title='2/27'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1497137797542009749</id><published>2009-02-19T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:52:21.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/19</title><content type='html'>I'm stuck in bed, the warmth and cleansing of water has not hit me in a while. I go from an unbearable cold to an intensely hot and the sweat of work, or lack there of, drops onto my sheets, absorbed into their memories. The radiation from my computer, with thousands and thousands of jumbled words and meaningful studies, with long hours of typing and forced presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm trying to write with more professionalism, more of a real experience than an artificial recp. It's a memoir, not an autobiography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm intensely sick&lt;br /&gt;-I still have loads more to do, and I've been working hard it's as if there has been school this week&lt;br /&gt;-Yet I feel accomplished, I know I can't stand being sick but it's good to remember that I'm still human, still vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;-I've written so much for this damn English class, I should probably publish it&lt;br /&gt;-Yet, I'm pretty satisfied with this whole week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1497137797542009749?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1497137797542009749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1497137797542009749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1497137797542009749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1497137797542009749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/02/219.html' title='2/19'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-8950701002164972688</id><published>2009-02-18T09:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:52:44.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/18</title><content type='html'>Birds chirping, not a cloud in the sky and I"m stuck in this prison. Nose clogged, sitting on a cramped, burning bed that's lost all it's protective and safe feeling. Looking at the hundreds of books ready for me to go through, waiting for me to study and write about, I feel overwhelmed. TV glaring, yelling out new scandals, steroids, game results, sitcoms. Turn the volume down, I'm trying to live! Trophies in my room, goldsilverbronze and engravednamesinplaques like that, showing my past achievements. Will my life boil down to trophies and summaries typed on paper, or will I live in the hearts of people who knew me? It all seems like a freeway with no exit,, a rainbow with no pot of gold, losing its luster. "Great athletes make plays in the 1st, 2nd, 3rd quarter, but great players win games in the 4th." If life's hard and it's challenging, I must be doing something right, if people hate you, you must be doing something well. "Life would be so much better if people just accepted the fact that it's hard." Stop wishing, stop complaining, start dreaming and take a leap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These books keep glaring at me and I can ignore them no longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-8950701002164972688?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8950701002164972688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=8950701002164972688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8950701002164972688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8950701002164972688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/02/218.html' title='2/18'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-3183273083161800308</id><published>2009-02-17T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:04:18.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realms of reality</title><content type='html'>It was a cloudy day, the sound of rain drops and bits of hail knocking at my window, as if God was crying and calling us to change. I left the warmth and comfort of a familiar bed and turned on my computer, to a blank screen with many different doors. However, the only door I use is the door to an open world, a sad reality but still, a reality. I typed in my identity and then I typed in my secret identity, as if the site wanted both so it could engulf my entire being into it's petty little realm of idealism and subjective right. I look down and I see my friends signed on, doing the exact same thing. I wonder if they too realize that it's a loss of valuable time but we do it anyways so we can reaffirm ourselves, because we're so damn ashamed of who we really are. I left, I couldn't handle another moment of it yet wanted to throw my entire self into it's grasp. I had busy work to do, with just a bit of learning. Inevitably I left life and entered my small stream of consciousness where there was just me and the Divers, where I studied them and their fictitious lives. Funny how the greatest literary figures can reach out to millions of lives by breaking down a society to the common medium. It's a life of aspiration and illusion, but they're one in the same. I read til I collapsed and woke up again, my life is a circle on the same axis, and yet I still search for my new graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 17 2009&lt;br /&gt;2:03 P.M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-3183273083161800308?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3183273083161800308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=3183273083161800308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3183273083161800308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3183273083161800308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/02/realms-of-reality.html' title='Realms of reality'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-8595267666012177859</id><published>2009-02-14T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:56:42.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 10, ate and chilled. I went on the Wii Fit for the first time in like 2 weeks, and I lost like 6 pounds. UHHH WTF? hahaa, Went to AAU practice, I was excited to see all my old teammates after like half a year. It was great, I'm in better shape. wo0o0t, the people were pretty good but we have to wait for the ccs players to come in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day playing and watching basketball, i enjoyed it! it's co0o0l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to murder my research paper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-8595267666012177859?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8595267666012177859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=8595267666012177859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8595267666012177859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8595267666012177859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-2885505539425223580</id><published>2009-02-09T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:01:46.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to</title><content type='html'>get away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and win a Grammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll settle with passing Healy's class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some amazing advice today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't wait til you're 18 to get your license. It's not worth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unless you gave a gf that can drive. Then it's chill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start dating around again! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-2885505539425223580?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2885505539425223580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=2885505539425223580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/2885505539425223580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/2885505539425223580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-to.html' title='I want to'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-7399035680039967229</id><published>2009-02-04T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:17:53.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>frick on a stick</title><content type='html'>I've never been so overwhelmed in my life. Damn school. I swear, why is it so hard for me to put on paper what I have to say or how I feel, if school could just stuff information in my cranium and then suck out the answers in my head so I don't have to waste time trying to put shizzle in a correct format or whatever. Math and sciences are so easy, it's either right or it's wrong. AGHHH damn you Healy, you're my favorite teacher but also the hardest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-7399035680039967229?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7399035680039967229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=7399035680039967229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7399035680039967229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7399035680039967229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/02/frick-on-stick.html' title='frick on a stick'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-106815035105797618</id><published>2009-01-31T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:22:15.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun</title><content type='html'>tonight was fun. I really enjoy being with my friends, especially in big private houses near the lake, hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out how to play Sardines, and of course we took it waaaaaay to far lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FORGOTTEN, sux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanda is da bomb, but im a THUG MASTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuqqq yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapping that and vietnamese people yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing chorus and good food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, today was bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just really hate working at the hospital sometimes, the stuff you experience, ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too young to be the strong one! ughhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-106815035105797618?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/106815035105797618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=106815035105797618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/106815035105797618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/106815035105797618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun.html' title='fun'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-6354439041964549011</id><published>2009-01-29T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:40:02.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.S. Eliot &amp; Joshua Radin</title><content type='html'>a friggin genius, and he wrote love song when he was 19-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFFFFFFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the other english teachers explained it as well as mr healy did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or preludes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or wastelands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read some of him if you want good poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse&lt;br /&gt; A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,&lt;br /&gt; Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.&lt;br /&gt; Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo&lt;br /&gt; Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,&lt;br /&gt; Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for me, it's real life scenes like this at the hospital, portrayed by Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vx4chPKwcbY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vx4chPKwcbY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-6354439041964549011?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6354439041964549011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=6354439041964549011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6354439041964549011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6354439041964549011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/ts-eliot.html' title='T.S. Eliot &amp; Joshua Radin'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-2147725585515132575</id><published>2009-01-28T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:08:57.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZWUA!</title><content type='html'>scrubs!!!!! man, im sore from track. my form sucks, i need to get in shape ahhaha. it'll happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the milpitas library, i was gonna get a card but not enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the eff am i gonna get to morgan hill! i think im gonna skip work, i need to get april her application though. eh, they dont take no0obs til the summah anywayzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.s eliot is a g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't you tell me how to get, how to get to sesame street....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-2147725585515132575?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2147725585515132575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=2147725585515132575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/2147725585515132575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/2147725585515132575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/zwua.html' title='ZWUA!'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-5184744573726499752</id><published>2009-01-27T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:31:31.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>"Life is the process of not dying"&lt;br /&gt;"Life? More like Undeath."&lt;br /&gt;"Life, the way it really is, is a battle not between good and bad but between bad and worse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, bad things seem to keep happening to people close to me, I'm just wondering why you haven't struck me down too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful, but it's bittersweet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-5184744573726499752?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5184744573726499752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=5184744573726499752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5184744573726499752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5184744573726499752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-3693388661703991800</id><published>2009-01-25T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:47:17.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$pid3rzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/fypy5h.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-3693388661703991800?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3693388661703991800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=3693388661703991800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3693388661703991800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3693388661703991800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/pid3rzz.html' title='$pid3rzz'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/fypy5h_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1834717666515337997</id><published>2009-01-25T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:28:06.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO GANGSTERS</title><content type='html'>just slumdogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;D. It's destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1834717666515337997?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1834717666515337997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1834717666515337997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1834717666515337997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1834717666515337997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-gangsters.html' title='NO GANGSTERS'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-6963544868402390662</id><published>2009-01-23T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:50:34.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weather</title><content type='html'>just makes me think. Your perspective means a lot to your character. No one grows up wanting to become a jackass, but most of us do. What happened? I think religion is not a religion for most, just a shield. I've probably met 100 people in my life, although I have 200 times that on my friends list. Reality is like this weather, it's sad but you still have to live through it. "Targets are all down, no more bullets, it's twilight." What do you do? We're much more human than the facade we play everyday. I need a decoder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was naive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-6963544868402390662?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6963544868402390662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=6963544868402390662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6963544868402390662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6963544868402390662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/weather.html' title='weather'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1584851290807959496</id><published>2009-01-20T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:34:37.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. President</title><content type='html'>4 out of 6 periods in school, I watched CNN coverage of the inauguration. I'm really proud of this country, I feel so proud to be an American. I hope everyone knows how important this day is, it's hands down the most important day in American history within the last 20 years, besides 9/11. Who knows, we could be calling him the greatest president over in 4 (or 8) years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's more than just a man, he's hope in a dark time, he's the only thing America is proud of, the only thing we're looking forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1584851290807959496?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1584851290807959496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1584851290807959496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1584851290807959496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1584851290807959496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr-president.html' title='Mr. President'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-9177998989998959799</id><published>2009-01-16T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:17:30.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 630 today, but I felt really good. Wide awake. Yaaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week went by HELLA slow. Monday, Math quiz I'm pretty sure I did well. We've been watching Luther during World History, it's really good. Chem Test, 89 percent. Ehhh It's good but I thought I did better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mymy, James, and other people I sorta knew came. I went to Wingstop with my dad and tito before the game. I really don't understand our chemistry chapter right now, uhghghghghggh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youz be a hawtie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Roger Mason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, gotta do lunch with CSP Core and then come back and chill at school til I go home I guess, 5 buxx I go with Karl after we get bored at FSA and wanna play psthrizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friggin lady gaga is in my head, but her song is catchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it got so big now, it was a good song and it was out since like summer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-9177998989998959799?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/9177998989998959799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=9177998989998959799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/9177998989998959799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/9177998989998959799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/early.html' title='Early'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-864200039507340238</id><published>2009-01-13T20:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:46:24.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Amy at city beach today, and her friends said hi. they're co0o0l, and 2 girls said hi to me as i was walking in. thank you bellarmine sweater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an angry whopper today, it was delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scrubs today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-864200039507340238?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/864200039507340238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=864200039507340238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/864200039507340238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/864200039507340238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/today_13.html' title='today'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1259666417991501957</id><published>2009-01-12T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:46:06.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>is karazayyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my cousin was telling me about his time in Australia and I realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just tickles me when British/Australian people have their little slang terms. I'm gonna say BLOODY HELL or just put bloody in front of everything, and call McDonald's macca's or rubbish cans or whatevzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1259666417991501957?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1259666417991501957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1259666417991501957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1259666417991501957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1259666417991501957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-3457715641962357591</id><published>2009-01-11T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:28:20.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing</title><content type='html'>What scrubs &amp; my badge for O'Connor will do to some people. Everyone seems to notice me when I'm in my scrubs uniform, I guess the whole "Everyone wants to marry a doctor" thing is true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, it's more amazing how a smile breaks barriers, even if it's a forced one. Really, even if you're just walking down the street and someone is about to walk by, instead of just pretending not to notice, give them a smile or a hello and they respond positively 95% of the time. Crazy what a little effort can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, even when I do that it's great, but I like to be alone somtimes. Like, I just have the house to myself once and a while, it's cool. I don't mind it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish American preconceptions on some stuff would just wash away, the game is rigged. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eagles are going to the NFC championship (again), the Lakers are tied for first in the league, and I just finished my chemistry hdub. Life's good and mellow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-3457715641962357591?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3457715641962357591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=3457715641962357591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3457715641962357591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3457715641962357591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-amazing.html' title='It&apos;s amazing'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-2548638457836984924</id><published>2009-01-09T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:52:02.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Milpitas High School....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....was okay. It's one of the times I'd rather keep my true thoughts to myself. But everyone there was friendly, and very welcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2w6cpp4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHH I HATE CHEMISTRY. Man, I really worked hard at it too. Oh well, 3.85 I'm not complaining. I wish we got extra points for the Honors classes though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-2548638457836984924?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2548638457836984924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=2548638457836984924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/2548638457836984924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/2548638457836984924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/2w6cpp4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-3347361688695402933</id><published>2009-01-08T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:31:02.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>"George never did wake up. And even all that talking didn't make death any easier.... at least for us. Maybe all you can hope for, is that your last thought is a good one. Even if it's just the taste....of an ice cold beer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-3347361688695402933?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3347361688695402933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=3347361688695402933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3347361688695402933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3347361688695402933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-3086685452019747542</id><published>2009-01-06T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:39:49.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCRUBS!!!</title><content type='html'>It's back on tonight! I swear, it's like my second bible. Goodness, I'm so in love with Scrubs. It's the greatest sitcom EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. Andrew's time at Bellarmine I say was successful, my really chill World History teacher let him stay in and yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew my blogging would go way down once school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, it sucks to do the right thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M JUST SO....tired. I guess I'm just tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You come here everyday? LOSER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1,2,3, NO ONE DIES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Double U TEE H!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHAHAH.... and yeah, I can relate to some of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of ep.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream of Spinach yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEAK NIIIIIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this all on my own, no I know, I'm no superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black people have the greatest skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognizeee!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made your will with a fun font!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified of death... I guess when you spend so much time trying to prevent it, you can't let yourself get scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, I'm feeling a little bit tired. You guys will be here when I wake up, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, episode 2 of season 8 is probably a top 3 episode of Scrubs, and I've watched all 100+. If you've ever been scared of death, or wondered what it would be like, or how it would feel, watch it on abc.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-3086685452019747542?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3086685452019747542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=3086685452019747542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3086685452019747542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3086685452019747542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/scrubs.html' title='SCRUBS!!!'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-4348515297019939590</id><published>2009-01-04T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:52:04.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>Break was the movie that replaced reality, even for just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To endure another 5 months of this, it's a tough task. I guess just looking forward to the little things will get me through. I'm ready to bust my ass for this semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the Star Wars movie right now. Basically, Anakin turned to the dark side because he wanted to save his wife. A month of English class was spent exploring the "Unpardonable Sin," basically becoming isolated from everything because on one's pride. The roots of the Unpardonable Sin comes from the desire to help someone, but the goal becomes more important than the reason. I'm telling myself now, don't let your goals let you become isolated. Enjoy the road, embrace the journey. Because honestly, no one wants to be isolated. Be open to new things, you can't find special unless you let people in, give in a little. I'm going to need all the advice I can get to get through the rest of these months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fear is a path to the dark side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm B-Rad Geezy from Bu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew's coming to school tomorrow. wo0o0t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to visit MHS on friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-4348515297019939590?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4348515297019939590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=4348515297019939590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4348515297019939590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4348515297019939590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-7567764956375235881</id><published>2009-01-04T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:16:01.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's true</title><content type='html'>I guess I have no self-restraint, I'm just gonna come out and say it. Sort of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all know that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nasircn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ttam&lt;/span&gt; are perfect for each other, I think it would be really great. Search your feelings, you know it's true. You're so clueless, you know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second blog within like 4 hours is worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-7567764956375235881?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7567764956375235881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=7567764956375235881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7567764956375235881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7567764956375235881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-its-true.html' title='You know it&apos;s true'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-7913951916200502143</id><published>2009-01-03T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:49:55.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The front door is unlocked, wide open</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9AsgRa9Yg4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9AsgRa9Yg4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm gonna be more open. Honestly, last year I probably thought rock was crap or it was boring, I thought baseball was as dull as an old pencil, even recently I thought Twilight was just a dumb fad. No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock music is actually a lot more honest and straight from the heart then most love songs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball is insanium in the cranium during the post season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is so popular because it shows an example of a girl who wasn't the most popular, most graceful, prettiest, but still found the man of her dreams, and found happiness in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although none are perfect, I wouldn't have enjoyed (or tried to enjoy) these things if I wasn't open to it. So there will be no first impressions, just try something fully and then see if you like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's no double standard, I can't compare girls to you now, it's been over. No one is better or worse than you, they're just different. I guess you can't make your past your goal, cause you have no room for the future, the present, no room to grow. I can't make you a standard for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm WAY over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I kinda like it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-7913951916200502143?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7913951916200502143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=7913951916200502143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7913951916200502143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7913951916200502143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/front-door-is-unlocked-wide-open.html' title='The front door is unlocked, wide open'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-7656231083943253357</id><published>2009-01-03T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:05:46.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>srsly</title><content type='html'>I absolutely hate waking up so early on vacation days, especially weekend vacation days. Alas, I woke up at 7. Just once, I wish I could sleep from like 8 at night to like 2 in the afternoon the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just blogging cause I'm bored. I haven't done anything since the last one except balloono, and I haven't thought of anything new or felt any crazy emotion. I should let some more excitement into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're doing okay, that's good. It'll get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today I'm going to Eric's house with Guitar Hero, again I feel sooo bad that we couldn't hang in Vegas. I'm making it up today. I think lots of people should come, it'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't understand myself. It always seems like when I'm talking to a new and pretty girl I always get nervous and can't seem to be myself. However, the new and pretty girls are my favorite types of people to talk to. Ha, I complain about not understanding girls, but I can't even understand myself. Let's avoid hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just googled hypocrisy to make sure I spelled it right. And I didn't even spell 'really' right in my last post. Damn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you, it's been a while but I still haven't met someone quite like you. That time's long gone though, it's quite awful really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a pansy dammit, I'm watching Twilight online. Oh well, I think the actress that plays Bella is really pretty, my friend commented "She pulls off the natural look well." Exactly! I think those are always the most beautiful people, the one's who go with a natural look. It's the way we were meant to look anyways, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-7656231083943253357?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7656231083943253357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=7656231083943253357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7656231083943253357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7656231083943253357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/srsly.html' title='srsly'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-4820774905032116258</id><published>2009-01-02T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:40:37.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>da dos</title><content type='html'>WHERE ARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo today had to start off with last night. so the m on my keyboard totally broke off, i spent like 6 hours trying to fix it in the am. i finally did, and then i slept and woke up at 11:30. i dont think the sleeping gods want me asleep past 12, ever. everyone wants to go to the mall, so i go. i see a gazillion people there, and there was that awkward stare shared before i realize "hey i know you!" and then i say hi. i saw andrew tran "ANDRAY!" uhhh ryan boone who i havent seen in i swear like 2 years uhhhhhand then desmond and co. were thurr. ummmMmMmmMMMm i feel like im forgetting somebody. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still worried about you, and i miss you. call me when you see this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh star wars today was realy frikking retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lakers win today, warriors lose. life's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2eb4aj8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^^i think katy perry is reallllllllllly prettty, not too many people agree with me though. holla if you think she's kewl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;philly -3, indy -1, arizona +1, baltimore -3 1/2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-4820774905032116258?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4820774905032116258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=4820774905032116258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4820774905032116258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4820774905032116258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/da-dos.html' title='da dos'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/2eb4aj8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-3440976907276587848</id><published>2009-01-02T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:51:05.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brainwashed</title><content type='html'>Touchy subject. I think we all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I dropped off gifts and played with my little cousins. "Those darned kids! And that meddling mutt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm gonna work out, starting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22:43] hi troy santos: justkidding&lt;br /&gt;[22:43] hi troy santos: haha&lt;br /&gt;[22:43] hi troy santos: hello&lt;br /&gt;[22:43] MYMYubl0wmyMiND: Hi Troy.&lt;br /&gt;[22:43] hi troy santos: ive been trying to greet people in an "interesting" tone&lt;br /&gt;[22:43] hi troy santos: instead of just hello&lt;br /&gt;[22:43] hi troy santos: but everyone's like wtf troy are you drunk&lt;br /&gt;[22:44] MYMYubl0wmyMiND: LMFAO.&lt;br /&gt;[22:44] MYMYubl0wmyMiND: in an interesting tonee!?!?&lt;br /&gt;[22:44] hi troy santos: yessssssss&lt;br /&gt;[22:44] hi troy santos: one time i said&lt;br /&gt;[22:44] MYMYubl0wmyMiND: DOTDOTDOT.&lt;br /&gt;[22:44] hi troy santos: "may the force be with you"&lt;br /&gt;[22:44] MYMYubl0wmyMiND: that just downed your cool level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cool meter is off the charts! No just kidding, I wish we were all 5 again so we wouldn't know what's cool, just what's fun. If being a little bit insanium in the cranium gets me away from the status quo for a while, I'm ready to do it. Day 1 of 2009, and i kept my resolution. I guess there's only 364 days of keeping it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-3440976907276587848?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3440976907276587848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=3440976907276587848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3440976907276587848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3440976907276587848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/brainwashed.html' title='brainwashed'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1723063149258481297</id><published>2009-01-01T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:20:40.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my resolution for 2009</title><content type='html'>Nothing big today. It's funny, we went to LA and came back yesterday, and the same relatives that we visited followed us back to San Jeezy the next day. wo0o0o0ot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner and watched carson daly do his thang, instead of going to my grandma's house. we'll go there tomorrow. alas, i've given up on capitalizing my letters now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad and my uncle played guitar hero today more than i did. i'm starting to wonder who the christmas gift REALLY was intended for. kekekeek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year's eve is fun with family, but you always long for someone to kiss when it hits midnight. ahhh how i miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year's resolution is to start caring again. i've noticed that i've been putting so much effort into school and whatnot, i'm neglecting to be a good person. i'm starting to have a temper and yell at others and not care about those in need, "it's a dog eat dog world" im getting to caught up living in my own little world. i thought i matured, i think i did. but now that i have, i look back and ask "did i really want to grow up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is what a responsible adult life is, then im fine being a carefree little boy again. i thought i could keep the innocence of the child, how naive of me. how am i gonna make myself right again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that my little 5 year olds are here, and i look at them laugh as they're jumping on my bed, i sit here completely envious of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2009 but i wish it was '99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my resolution is to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;childish&lt;/span&gt;. suck on that society&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1723063149258481297?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1723063149258481297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1723063149258481297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1723063149258481297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1723063149258481297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='my resolution for 2009'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-8347967446962207188</id><published>2008-12-31T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:41:45.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i really think</title><content type='html'>this pretty much sums up my life. yay for proper songs!!!! hello 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIND Jtizzle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-8347967446962207188?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8347967446962207188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=8347967446962207188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8347967446962207188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8347967446962207188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-really-think.html' title='what i really think'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1256021501096919269</id><published>2008-12-31T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:21:10.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never</title><content type='html'>know what to say on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so horrible. honestly, the reason why i cant seem to find someone to commit too is because i dont seem to be happy settling down. it's her, it's her, i can never seem to stay interested for too long, and i feel bad when i let them down. and it happens to me, when they seem to get tired of me. things never line up, the stars hate me. why am i just letting things happen when it's never worked. i don't know what to do, i wish i could date someone different than the rest. i always think a girl is unique, but they never are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish the barbie dolls would leave me alone, mannequins stay in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, my dad told me that life isn't a dream world, that sometimes youre gonna wake up and hate your life and you have to get through those days. with school starting soon, i feel the sun setting and it's time to brace for the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;actress girl&lt;/span&gt;, that's true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1256021501096919269?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1359054487209308354</id><published>2008-12-31T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:25:54.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY</title><content type='html'>I FAIL AT BLOGS AND THE DRUMS ON GUITAR HERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0 yay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1359054487209308354?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1359054487209308354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1359054487209308354' title='0 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something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation was crazy fun, my legs are tired. I need to get in shape again, thanks Christmas. My parents bought my sister and I Guitar Hero, I'd play all night if my body wasn't number from the long drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad reading blogs and everyone's talking about love, or rather lack there of. It'll happen guys, just keep an open mind and an open heart. KEKEEKEKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, I'm kind of lonely right now. Hahah, there are some people on AIM that I'd love to talk to, but I don't IM them because sometimes I get sick of people IM'ing me, and I don't want that to happen to me. Haha is that weird? Probably is, whatever, I don't like when people dislike me. I wish I had a different flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas presents were kind of on the low this year, but hey, we understand. As long as we're together, Christmases are always fine down south.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawddddd I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see some people before school, hopefully we can find a day to hang out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1161540322906458990?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1161540322906458990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1161540322906458990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1161540322906458990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1161540322906458990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-4966578055065352737</id><published>2008-12-28T01:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:58:07.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>I'd say I'm at about 5/8 done with my trip in LA. Sum up each day I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 23&lt;br /&gt;-Wake up, immediately play the video game I was renting: Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawdd im such a nerd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun, and i finished it, too bad we were leaving in like 15 minutes and I didn't pack. OMG ahah my mama packed for me though, she's an angel, although she went off about how im so lazy sometimes. Can't argue with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to LA takes about 7 hours because of traffic, whatever. I was sooo0o0 bored.&lt;br /&gt;Get there, and my little cousins greet me at the door and they have lightsabers. Man, I don't know why my family's caught the Star Wars bug, but I love it. I grab an extra sword for me and my sister, we fight them. After dinner, I go play balloono and realize that it's super fun. This time I played with Arrod, Jimmy, Tammy, and Sarah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I say "Monkeyz/Penguinz R SO DUMB. LOLZ."&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"Str8 thuggin'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep the whole day, 24 hours no sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 24 &lt;br /&gt;I go to the cemetery to visit my grandma, I get like a 15 minute nap in the car. Then church, where I remember what Christmas is about. Hey, thanks God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to the house, webcam with Matt, Jay, Steph, Chanda, and Brandon. After, I head downstairs, people starting to arrive. The party was fun, good food, great games, 3rd place in poker tourney wo0o0o0ot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get sleep til 8 the next morning. 48 hours of no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 25&lt;br /&gt;Head to Vegas, longggggg trip. My cousin made me a ringtone, so now my phone isn't boring. Uhhhhh, when we get there we head to this HELLLLA EXPENSIVE Korean place, food was okay, super expensive. The biggest ripoff at a restauraunt I've ever experienced. Like 26 bucks for a bowl of rice and 5 pieces of meat. Omg, ahah we head for chinese take out and we get like buckets of noodles and rice for the same price. At this point, I'm sick of Asian food. Go home, watch midnight replay of the Lakers whooping the Celtics. I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 26&lt;br /&gt;Shop around Vegas, I buy new shoes from Zara. That's riiiiiight, I'm sick of all these hype shoes. Time to add class. Anyways, it was super fun. I was gonna get some new jeans, but nahh. Head back to the hotel and babysit the kids while adults gamble, I play balloono and discover the ultimate strategy. HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 27&lt;br /&gt;GO eat at the buffet, OMGGG one of the best I've ever had. Everyone should eat at the Wynn if they get one of those free things, it's so0o0o0 good. I was stuffed for 12 hours. Head home, played balloono again haha.Ted and I love messing with people. Fun, we're getting ready for AJ's party tomorrow. It's 2 am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, the things we look for have been there the whole time. Just need a some way to realize it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-4966578055065352737?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4966578055065352737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=4966578055065352737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4966578055065352737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4966578055065352737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-945790111291485896</id><published>2008-12-25T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:50:42.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part II</title><content type='html'>I started this blog about 10 seconds after the first one. My blogs have been really just documentaries of what I did, I guess I haven't gotten any deeper. Well, let's give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my friends have easier parents to deal with, and they have easier school schedules and stuff. Sometimes, I just wish my parents would acknowledge that hey, I know you got a B but you still did your best, and you're a smart kid challenging himself. Can't take criticism all the time. But hey, I'm thankful, what's life worth if you don't push yourself? Well, it's actually a lot easier hhah. But I don't want to die feeling like I haven't reached my potential as a human, that I haven't lived a life worth remembering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my life is incredibly boring. Not as of late, but overall yeahh. I swear, I feel like a license can change everything. Well, soon enough. Speaking of that, shit I said I would start drivers ed over break. Hahah later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm truly at the point where I'm done with single life. I miss having that special thing with a girl, but I don't really believe in like "hunting" for a girl. It'll happen on it's own, you just have to be open to new things. Well, I'm open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that working out over the past month paid off, HELLA people commented on how good my body is looking now. w0o0o0t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the time it will take for you to realize her great, she'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;she's moved on&lt;br /&gt;to someone that takes the time.&lt;br /&gt;Hang up the phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-Yo's 1st is reeeeeeeeeallly good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had someone to stay up with me, somewhere to say all this stuff to rather than a public blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess to conclude, I'm glad I'm Catholic. I'm glad Jesus is my role model, hell of a guy, oh wordplay. I think i was about to lose the real meaning of Christmas before visiting my grandma in the cemetery, and then mass. Thanks Mom and Dad, you come through when I least expect it, I didn't even realize it til now. Thanks for pulling me there, I needed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, Happy New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-945790111291485896?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/945790111291485896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=945790111291485896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/945790111291485896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/945790111291485896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-ii.html' title='Part II'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-3825243094603830311</id><published>2008-12-25T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:33:07.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I'm at around... hour 44. 4 hours left, LET'S GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas again was super fun. I had a greaaaaaaaat night for poker, this was my year. Too bad I got 3rd, haha man dont mess with old folk and their moolah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was okay, but omg the chicken cordon bleu was insane. INSANE. like, top 5 food i've ever had insane. zomgzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was one name off the raffle for 80 dollars, damnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping someone would stay up with me tonight, but everyone's asleep by 330 when the party ended and i went online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got cash and my sister got ne-yo's first cd for me. pretty good, i understand that there's a recession so it's kooo kooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played star wars at the party, ahahah im the king, or second haha im one with the force hoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had muy firs more than 4 chatroom since the summer today ahah, it was go0o0o0d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEPHANIE'S POEM FROM THE 6 OR 7TH GRADE, LMFAOLMFAOLMFAOLMFAOLMFAOLMFAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was falling asleep in mass, but i liked it like the homily, one of the homilies i could stay awake the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to say, I guess it's just not ocming to me. Expected, since i'm running on fumes right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vegas when we wake up, LAKERS TOMORROW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-3825243094603830311?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3825243094603830311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=3825243094603830311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3825243094603830311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3825243094603830311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas_25.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-5443609663593324110</id><published>2008-12-24T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:22:50.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS EVE</title><content type='html'>tonight, ah christmas is finally here. i know that lots of people havent been really feeling christmas, especially b/c of the recession, but hey, once you have all your family together, just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt;,it'll be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl, what's your problem? &lt;br /&gt;I think you know good and well, ain't nobody strokes you like this.&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I'm your problem!&lt;br /&gt;Made you set that bar high as hell, I ain't what you want, but I'm what you need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been up for 26 hours, 22 away from 48. man, im so fuckin tired, but i can do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did you go, when i woke up, you were gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i sit around, so anxious for you to&lt;br /&gt;call my phone&lt;br /&gt;she went up to heaven, said she'll be back later on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, a young couple traveled to nazareth. there was no room for anyone to have them, but a humble shepard offered a stable for them to stay. a lowly stable is where my lord and savior was born&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-5443609663593324110?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5443609663593324110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=5443609663593324110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5443609663593324110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5443609663593324110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='CHRISTMAS EVE'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-3853303609688460687</id><published>2008-12-24T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:24:15.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>str8 thuggin</title><content type='html'>mann, i dont like when certain friends dont update their blog. ahha, i guess my own life isnt interesting enough to keep me entertained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til today, now im in LA and ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"str8 thuggin" and "(Animal) r so dumb. lolz" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo0oo0o0o0t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t0 t4lK like dis for da last cuple daiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random cyber friends ftw. theyre like real friends, only fatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balloono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got like 20 people and commented them right now saying "its 2 in the morning and i was thinking about you" lmaooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi mama y tia are wrapping gifts. hella late, oh wait, no theyre just on filipino time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate how the philippines counts down christmas like 200 days before. GOODNESS, CREATE SOME MORE HOLIDAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the car drive here was notttt fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;star wars the force unleashed is such a tight game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope xmas can match jay's party, i have yet to hand her the gift. goodbye perks....=/ but it's okay, i trust her with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my notifications for photo comments havent been working, and i was getting all worked up about how i put up new piczzz and no one was saying damn troy you lookin foineeeeee.... well they wouldnt anway, but you know at least tell me when someone comments a photizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go camera whore some more, im soo bored. and kinda girly, who gives an eff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all nighter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been listening to a lot of rock and other music i dont listen to as much as hiphop/ rnb, truly, good music is good music, no matter the genre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad gave me this hella tight jacket, im sooooo happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;san jose is so boring sometimes, its great to get away, especially seeing old family/friends and meeting new ones hurrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goo bah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-3853303609688460687?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3853303609688460687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=3853303609688460687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3853303609688460687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3853303609688460687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/str8-thuggin.html' title='str8 thuggin'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-2224963542429059347</id><published>2008-12-21T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:46:02.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay's Party</title><content type='html'>Insanium in the cranium dawggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get there, i swear i thought it was a museum. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Jay, wowwwwwww killer dress, haha im glad that she's happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See some friends from bell, say wsup, drinking the cider in the little champagne glass with chocolate on the side of the glass, i felt like a total boss sipping on it haha and sitting in the little lounge couch with cat, kim, monica, shannon and chanda next to me. haahhaahhaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shannon was my date, we had matching fedoras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark get there balled out to impress jay's parents, ahah but he was so nervous for like half the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna sit at jay's table, but i hella felt like unworthy haha, so i let matt have my seat and i just sat with jacob, chanda, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay's family totally reminds me of the santos family in LA, omg ahhaha except for when jay's dad was freaking her brother HAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay was hella pretty on the balcony, it was a sick intro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food was pretty good, i loved the free bar ahah i was so sick after like my 10th time there. i had a pina colada, strawberry daiquiri, hella apple cider, shirley temple, etc etc. i was hella sick after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing was reallllllllly awkward when jay's family was just looking, but when they joined and everyone started really dancing it was funnnnnnn. haha i repented at church today HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super fun party, i hope jay had as much fun as we all did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-2224963542429059347?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/2224963542429059347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=2224963542429059347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/2224963542429059347'/><link rel='self' 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ramblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I did so bad on the English final. Seriously, sometimes I wonder if school is finally catching up to me and I'm starting to not be smart enough to be on top on all my classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Star Wars: The Force Unleashed, omg, hella fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I like hanging out at Bellarmine though with the friends, everyone's so fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I like Bellarmine in genereal cause there's like no drama whatsoever, cause we can just be ourselves without girls around. Although, I do miss the girls at school, and it's not like I would have acted different around them. But like, I can seriously walk around campus and every where I turn there's someone to say hey to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've heard a lot of good quotes this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vader won't be your master forever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's your last name? (it's de la serna) "de la cheater?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wuzz goody"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"frank big wank"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you can piss on a towel and turn it in for extra credit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"everyone's entitled to their opinion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm the facillitator!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i wanna punch that fat bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you earn your grade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you real to me? or are you nondairy creamer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"they call it kfc, cause it's not really chicken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jollibee is so fucking annoying, i absolutely hate it. the service sucks, the bopper asian kids who make up 90 percent of milpitas are annoying, there's no where to sit, etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-haha i remember when i was proclaiming how great ne-yo was, before his album came out. now that everyone's been adding "mad, so you can cry, single" etc etc i feel like a prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i've learned about myself that i hate when people get into a fad that i enjoyed personally, cause it feels like they killed part of what made it so cool to fit in, and i guess everyone just wants something to like for themselves, it adds to your identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i was absolutely shocked when kobe's shot went halway in then rattled out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yesterday was the first time i played gears of war. it's fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-so at hollywood video, there were these girls there being all loud and stuff, so i checked to see if they were cute. sikeeeeee hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i had japanese for dinner and carl's jr for lunch. finals week, i always go out for food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have work that i should be getting ready for, haha and i have to buy jay a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l8ski&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-5647151603302932615?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5647151603302932615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=5647151603302932615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5647151603302932615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5647151603302932615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-3625384494792997218</id><published>2008-12-19T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:54:01.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't be fake</title><content type='html'>They call it KFC&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's not really chicken&lt;br /&gt;Ha&lt;br /&gt;Cheetos for breakfast makes a young student sicken&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think someone's tricking you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guy in the pulprit is a begot and a liar&lt;br /&gt;Some kid walks in to my school and opens fire&lt;br /&gt;Heard any good jokes lately?&lt;br /&gt;Cause we sure do need 'em&lt;br /&gt;My punk band's called Operation Iraqi Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Are you real to me?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you non-dairy creamer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new love&lt;br /&gt;Is burning up in me&lt;br /&gt;Cause 1 in 4 American girls has an STD &lt;br /&gt;And you can buy yourself some implants&lt;br /&gt;But you can't buy a sole-thread level launch &lt;br /&gt;With your chest puffed out, what are you so afraid about?&lt;br /&gt;With your chest puffed out, what are you so afraid about?&lt;br /&gt;What are you so afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;What are you so afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Are you real to me?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you non-dairy creamer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And two gay guys got married&lt;br /&gt;And brought the family to it's knees&lt;br /&gt;How did they blow us to smitherines&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of queens&lt;br /&gt;How did they do it, I'm tellin' you now&lt;br /&gt;They brought marriage to an end&lt;br /&gt;And I found myself some culprits&lt;br /&gt;It's two young gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republicans! ( LMFAOOO )&lt;br /&gt;Young Gay Republicans&lt;br /&gt;Young Gay Republicans&lt;br /&gt;Young Gay Republicans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Are you real to me?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you non-dairy &lt;br /&gt;Creamer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's it gonna be? &lt;br /&gt;Are you real to me? &lt;br /&gt;Or are you non-dairy&lt;br /&gt;Creamer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-3625384494792997218?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3625384494792997218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=3625384494792997218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3625384494792997218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3625384494792997218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-be-fake.html' title='don&apos;t be fake'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-6975133709465072936</id><published>2008-12-17T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:57:15.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last post</title><content type='html'>was my 69th ever. HAHA, give me an award dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ABSOLUTELY HATE FINALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have a 3.4 gpa if everything goes bad ugghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem- B, Kind of proud actually&lt;br /&gt;Spanish- A-/B+ Senor Acuna's dad died the day before are final, RIP. Mann, acuna you better give me an A ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alg 2- A right now, mmm this one's easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WH - A, same here super easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E.- Easy A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng 2- 89.6 FUCK DUDE. Okay, assuming I got an A on the Lit Test, I need a 130 out of 150 on the final to get an A in the class. Certainly possible, but dammit it's gonna be hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could go anywhere from a 3.4- 3.9, let's hope it's the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-6975133709465072936?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6975133709465072936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=6975133709465072936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6975133709465072936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6975133709465072936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-last-post.html' title='My last post'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1477181776984593464</id><published>2008-12-15T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:15:53.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>I think it's ridiculous for your semester grade to change so dramatically on one test, and for colleges to judge you based on letters, and for life to judge you on the name of your college&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1477181776984593464?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1477181776984593464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1477181776984593464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1477181776984593464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1477181776984593464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-4377817145965365361</id><published>2008-12-09T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:56:22.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>-You know, I never gave Andre Nickatina a chance. I was recommended to listen to him a while back but I blew it off. But then I heard "Jungle" and it was sooo smooth, I'm now a fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking of music, I seem to always love anything ft. Ne-Yo. Not cause he's in it specifically, but the artist who collaborates with him seems to step up his/her game when he's on, the music is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The chemistry test I've been stressing about? Hella raped it in the ass, but I was hella in awe today. Mr. Janda was talking on the phone while we were taking the test, to the person who decides if we go to playoffs or not. I thought he could have done better convincing haha, but they would meet in person later. Tito told me that Michael Clay was meeting with the linebacker coach from Oregon, and I saw them today. I can't imagine seeing one of the Bellarmine stars' faces popping up on ESPN. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My new motto- "You know that money? Not an issue." It's smooth, it's materialistic, and is probably the last thing people are thinking right now. HAHA, but it's funny cause I'm a hella poor high school student. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brandon, I don't have a stick up my ass, I'm not buying you a muffin beeyotch! ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was soooo happy when we got a group test for Acuna, omg made my day. I don't know why, but I'm really shy in that class. Haha, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-P.E. was fun. Ryan Le and I beasted on those 5 pounds each side, ahah. Funny, we were hella slacking today, when we're probably top 5 in the class for weights, I'd say him or Bedell is number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- English, Huck Finn trial, hilarious as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Math, I hella need to finish my project soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no WH today, whatever, that class is a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wanna go to that Holibay party on Saturday, it looks kind of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I haven't met ANY girls this month, man, I have to go out soon. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm pretty excited for Jay's party, and she quotes "She's one of those innocent hoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-At lunch, Rohan was like "Dugoni! You have a milf and a hot sister!" HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Doogie is my P I C fooo lifee, ahah watch Role Models! Sooo funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love surveys now, ahah I could do like 5 of those in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Myspace and Facebook should combine. I'd have like a thousand friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have a surplus of things to say, can't say the same about time. L88&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-4377817145965365361?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4377817145965365361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=4377817145965365361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4377817145965365361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4377817145965365361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-7622946812054195138</id><published>2008-12-07T13:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:28:02.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>Finished my math project, well sort of. Time to study super hard for chem. I've tried the numbers, if I don't get a 100 percent on this next chem test, I'm getting a B for the semester. So in some ways it's okay i guess, I don't have to study like a maniac for the final, I just have to make sure I get a good enough grade to keep my B+, and it's a really high B, so pretty much don't get an F on the final. Easy enough, I could guess on the final and not get an F. But I do want the A, the frikkking A. Haha, life's funny, we work super hard when we're kids in school so we're ready to get a job when we're adults, and then we work for like 30-40 years super hard until we have enough money to last until we die, aka retire. Great life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a boss at work though, with my coffee and then a magazine. Hahah, yesterday was fun though. Time for a few hours of hard work. L8SKII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not trying to brag, but money's not an issue."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-7622946812054195138?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7622946812054195138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=7622946812054195138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7622946812054195138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7622946812054195138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-7785818955977497073</id><published>2008-12-06T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:59:13.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fin de semana</title><content type='html'>i went to three parties and work today. ahah admittedly, none of them were high school parties, they were all family parties, but that doesn't mean it wasnt just as fun. fun in a different ways. okay, hella excuse my non capitalizing, im really lazy. there was a party at d&amp;b's, so i eat like a pig as fast as i can, and then i have to hurry to work. ahhaah, but it was good! and i got a free 10 dollar card, so if anyone wants to go thurr, ill treat you! after work, we head to my sisters friend's party, and i learned how to play ping pong. i can see myself getting obsessed over it, ahah. after that, uncle marcel's party, where manny destroyed the golden boy, "he had fun reconfiguring oscar's beautiful face. HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate some food, then chilled with the usual cousin/family thanggggg, it was fun. we kept making fun of she-who-must-not-be-named, starts with a J and ends with an USTINE. ahahhaa, get off the phone hoe! just kidding. and then arrod and i just talked i guess, it was fun, we havent had those deep talk things in a while. i miss all these family party things, i want more. tomorrow is all about studying for chem, i only have 2 big tests left, one is a final&lt;br /&gt;yayayy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-7785818955977497073?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/7785818955977497073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=7785818955977497073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7785818955977497073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/7785818955977497073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/fin-de-semana.html' title='fin de semana'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-6451101851205173603</id><published>2008-12-04T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:29:16.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30</title><content type='html'>I'm copying Mark's thanggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You're a little beeyotch because you wouldnt tell me who #5 was. ahah, but seriously, i hope everything gets better for you and mr wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. why won't you let me touch your gloves? you keep saying, "you have no idea where it' been" lmfaoo, and then i kissed it. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "I'm using a new tactic: ignorance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You are number 3's original best frannn, you are also known as THE FORCE! and karl was making fun of you today because you were getting mad cause you kept telling us to hurry up haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. we played basketball today, i wish you went to bellarmine, but oh wellz. i wish my mom would let you cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i always act hella weird around you, just to see you be like wow wtf troy? and laugh. ahah and karl makes fun of your eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. you're my bffffffffffoevaaa, ive been seeing you at church a lot lately! haha, go run to my house again you impossible bizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. fringe buddy! you're not going to the game tmo, dang! even though you dont go to bell, ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.you're pretty much my little brother, and the most sarcastic person ive ever met ORLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. im so jealous that you get to do njb haha, youre like my permanent team mate when we play after school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. you get to do njb also, and you always blast me on your blog haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. youre doing njb too! haha, you shoulda made jv though, frealsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. i always ask you about chem haha, and you have that crazy infection that could kill you if you dont treat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. youre huck haha, and we were talking about rice krispies and youre ex girlfriend today ahhaah ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. im excited for your party! i hope you get to buy that red dress and shizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. LAKERS ALL DAY! i wish you went to bellarmine also mannn, you hella funnay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. you sit diagonally from me and in front of christ in WH. TEAM CHINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. mann, we dont talk as much anymore, but whenever i see you it's hella great! wish you went to bellarman also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. SLAM! hahahah you're sooo fucking funny, and i love your deepass voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. thanks for pushing me in cross country! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. youre fam dawg, you've been hella close to me since we were kids, but sometimes i feel like your drifting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. we kinda drifted too after midddle schoool, but we were fun while it lasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. we drifted after middle school also, but hopefully ill catch your game or something sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. cousin! you look like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. they're actually 2 people, but 24's best frannsss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. MICROFLEECE VNECKS, ahah thanks for driving, and the other, lmao way to sit on the other bench ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. you always give me breakfast burritos at homeroom, and youre laugh is possibly the most hilarious thing ive ever seeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. you're kinda confusing, but im interested.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. haha im so glad you took me to wingstop that one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. im going south for xmas again, it's gonna be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-6451101851205173603?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6451101851205173603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=6451101851205173603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6451101851205173603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6451101851205173603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/30.html' title='30'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1168680929273672154</id><published>2008-12-02T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:01:05.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell everybody that you know</title><content type='html'>im coooold! that song's been stuck in my head, kanye kanye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read twilight. it's okay, i dont know why everyone went crazy over it though. there are some good lines thoug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gained 3 pounds over christmas break. DAMMIT! ahha, it's okay, ive been starting to work out again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lakers lost today, but it's okay,we're still crazy good, unlike the warriors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks to survive school, then just 3 days of hell and intense studying and im off for christmas. i just wanna finish this semester already, agfhdjskhfksda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been pretty busy this week plus next week too, then finals week. whatever, 2 1/2 weeks and i have a social life again. bell vs. valley this friday, i think im going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1168680929273672154?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1168680929273672154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1168680929273672154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1168680929273672154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1168680929273672154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/12/tell-everybody-that-you-know.html' title='tell everybody that you know'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-4192297116199882325</id><published>2008-11-29T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:14:02.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>Officially in Christmas mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, when we were in the car on Black Friday, we were talking about how it's kinda annoying when people listen to Christmas Carols waaaaaaaay before Christmas season starts, but usually we pretend to not care because usually it's the pretty girls. Hahah, okay I'll pretend it's cute but I really just wanna punch you in the face when people listen to Christmas Carols in Sept. SO STOP IT! ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's cool now, i say after thanksgiving it's safe to be called christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wake up, immediately start watching tv online. haha, ive been doing that for a while, my parents think im on myspace all day or something, ahah no. After that, we eat lunch, ive let gooo so much, i gained 3 pounds in 4 days lmfaoo. FUCK! i should start working out again soooooon, tomorrow! i also have to do ALL my hdub tomorrow, goodness. anyways, i went to the mall and got hellzuh stuff, 2 cardigan sweaters, which was my goal this weekend, whoo! returned my sweater from nike for one without a hole, lmfao even though im pretty sure it was my fault there was a hole on the sleeve, and i bought MITTENS, BEEYOTCH. socks and mittens ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im watching my tv shows online again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, oh ive been playing tracism on iminlikewith you with kuya ted and his friends at TROY high. funsies, haha caitlyn and that random guy hitting on her HAHAHA. ohh and dsmond and i were debating on an onside kick possible recovery for ok state, and then they fumble haha! im gonna watch kung fu panda on the blu ray player with my sister soon, l8skiii hoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-4192297116199882325?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4192297116199882325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=4192297116199882325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4192297116199882325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4192297116199882325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-3279721127817831102</id><published>2008-11-28T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:52:35.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH</title><content type='html'>I ALMOST FORGOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we headed to old navy cause we saw "MICRO FLEECE VNECKS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAOO, THE UGLIEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN. LMFAOOOOOOOOO OMGGGGGGGG HHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;AAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHTHEYRESOODISGUSTINGHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-3279721127817831102?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3279721127817831102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=3279721127817831102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3279721127817831102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3279721127817831102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh.html' title='OH'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-5262870653264374714</id><published>2008-11-28T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:49:52.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Fridaysta</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful for Joven and Jeanette, they're fun to hang out with. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo0o0o first off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head back to their house and we watch Chris Paul totally own the nuggets, then Melo takes his three and gets fouled, makes the first 2, misses the second but NENE gets the rebound. Instead of resetting it with the point guard, he MAKES A FUCKING BEHIND HIS HEAD PASS that any coach would have chewed up, except Melo caught it and got the dunk. CRAZY, tied up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then James Posey hits a dagger 3 and just stares at the crowd, hilarious really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we head for the mall, and we sit in line for about an hour. Not too bad. But when we were going in, hella people lost their composure and just started pushing and shoving to get in, some punks pushed like this old man around and took little coupon books from an old lady. It's a damn shame, you'd really do that for an extra 10 percent off your purchase. But once we got in, people started calming down. We went to Nike and I got 2 sweaters and SOCKS. haha I hella need socks, all my other ones have holes from stupid cross country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, we head to other stores but the only other thing I got were some khaki pants for free, thanks jove haha. There were hella pretty girls screaming at Forever when it was opening up, and it was hella funny cause the first people who got in were these GUYS lmfaoo and they go to the windows and start taunting people, i was hella laughing. angela dao texted me and told me she won 300 bucks for forever, i was like WTFFFF. I saw rohan also, lmaoo funny, anddd i thought i saw some people i know but they were on the other side of like the hallway so i was like nahhh whatever, ill just keep shopping. mmmm joven saw 2 of his ex girlfriends walking by him and they were like 3 feet apart, ahahahha fun stuff. OMG, i hate milpitas though. 95 percent of the teenagers are all these hypebeasts that act black and i wanna punch them in the face everytime i see them. AGHH, and they make up a lot of the population. Okay, there's my rant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our circle around the mall, but I didn't wanna go home, so I say HEYYY lets go to new park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we drive&lt;br /&gt;and drive&lt;br /&gt;and drive&lt;br /&gt;and when we get there, IT'S CLOSED. LMFAOO FAILLLLLLLL. I felt so bad, and then we head to fry's but it's closed too, so we just go home. I sleep for like 5 hours, and then my dad and i head to fry's, but i didn't get anything cause the line was ridiculous. I only need another USB memory stick cause i lost my other one. My dad and I head to costco's, where he get's his blu-ray player. DAMMIT! hahah, no excuse to get a PS3 now. aghh ahha oh well, we got kung fu panda too, and we got this hella good popcorn. If you go to the Costco near Ranch/Goldilocks/My house, go to the popcorn stand near the DVD section and try Zebra flavor, the fucking bombshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading for gilroy soon to visit my aunt, pray for her family pleaseee. we'll stop by the outlets too i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone had a good thanksgiving, black friday, just a great week to have off and live life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-5262870653264374714?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5262870653264374714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=5262870653264374714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5262870653264374714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5262870653264374714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-fridaysta.html' title='Black Fridaysta'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-8326678764548130846</id><published>2008-11-27T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:40:56.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful for my friends and family of course. I'm thankful that I'm getting to know God in ways I could never have dreamed of, although I keep it secret. I'm thankful for getting to go to Bellarmine, for girls&lt;33, for boys &lt;33, idk hahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for RickRolling. I thought I was sooo cool rickrolling like 20 people yesterday, then Thanksgiving Day parade had to rickroll all of America. blagh. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really thought about what I'm thankful for this Thanksgiving, I've been so focused on my Thanksgiving Break HOMEWORK. ugh, but I felt like I was more excited for this one. It's sad though, I think i was just excited for food and shopping, I havent really had time to reflect. I promise I'll take an hour or two to just reflect on my life, maybe saturday or sunday, i dont have work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.... just wanna tell you how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP,NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfaoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-8326678764548130846?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8326678764548130846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=8326678764548130846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8326678764548130846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8326678764548130846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-5411354451426641126</id><published>2008-11-26T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:35:17.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>808's &amp; Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>Bittersweet. I absoultely love that he's trying to do something different, and you can tell this album is really inspired, especially with by what's happening. It's good to see that musical artists still put emotion and experience in their songs, especially Kanye, my favorite rapper, turned singer. Hahaha, but I do miss his old albums, I enjoyed what he rapped about in his first albums rather than love on this one. Obviously, if I wanted to listen to songs about love and all that jazz, it'd be Ne-Yo or Alicia Keys. But good job Ye, I'd give the album a 3.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in my Nightmares is definitely my favorite song, it really connects and you can feel the emotion, the anger he felt/feels at the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-5411354451426641126?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5411354451426641126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=5411354451426641126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5411354451426641126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5411354451426641126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/11/808s-heartbreak.html' title='808&apos;s &amp; Heartbreak'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1392360914735494562</id><published>2008-11-25T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:51:40.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESMOND</title><content type='html'>Desmond, when you read this, just know that I'm kind of mad at you. You were hella annoying at school today, you talked about Reynard Silva for like 10 minutes straight, and you kept saying how cute he was. OKAY DESMOND, we get it, you think he's really cute and you have a huge man crush on him. Just keep it to yourself, it's starting to get really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1392360914735494562?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1392360914735494562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1392360914735494562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1392360914735494562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1392360914735494562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/11/desmond.html' title='DESMOND'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1663451288762941110</id><published>2008-11-21T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:33:40.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TONIGHT</title><content type='html'>One of those nights where, although everything I planned didn't happen, I still probably won't ever remember this night. OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the only thing I remember from the day was WINGSTOP and playing football around the quad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixer! First off, Karl comes over and kills me at NBA Live, hahah I should stop joking around when I'm playing games, or I'll get whooped by 30 again by Dirk. ahahahah GOAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the mixer, first off, I get in at 8 cause stupid Charmaine didn't get there til hella late! hahaha just kidding, it's okay. THANKS FOR GETTING MY TICKET! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see hella people there that aren't really my close friends, but I kinda hang out with them, so that was fun getting to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I danced a lot. Like not freaking, like actual dancing. ahhaahaha, I actually enjoyed it a little, especially that corner with Dalan, zomgz hella funny. hahahaha, tonight i danced predominantly with alex the man-lapaz. she's cooooooooool, shoutout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then of course, the whole incident where the cops made karl and I sit on the curb, after a little bit of questioning and harassment. EVERYONE WAS STARTING AT US. Loooong story, i dont feel like telling it hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aghh, good times. Oh karl, if there's anyone I'd like to get hastled by 2 black police cops with, it'd be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get Jacob to freak with a girl, i dont know if he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, mixer wasnt really good or bad, kinda whatever, lots of stuff ill never forget. AN INTERESTING NIGHT, to say the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1663451288762941110?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1663451288762941110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1663451288762941110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1663451288762941110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1663451288762941110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/11/tonight.html' title='TONIGHT'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-6932772978506979363</id><published>2008-11-18T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:12:17.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my poem</title><content type='html'>that i got an A on for healy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Troy Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am that I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;I am that I am.&lt;br /&gt;Myself is the universe, and the universe is myself.&lt;br /&gt;I am you, and you am I,&lt;br /&gt;We are siblings, only closer. Lovers, only closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the fish and their empty stare, the squid and its grimy skin, the whales taking up vacuity, all swimming in venerable harmony.&lt;br /&gt;The ocean is my body.&lt;br /&gt;Like the trees with my strength, the birds with my freedom, the river with my will, the gentle breeze with my joy.&lt;br /&gt;The forest is my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Like the assiduous men and their mind, their doubt, and the joyous children with their soul, their hope.&lt;br /&gt;Humanity is my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the body separate from the mind? Is the mind separate from the heart? Is the heart separate from the body?&lt;br /&gt;Not so, Truth tells me, although it seems true.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is different from a sage’s reality.&lt;br /&gt;It quotes no one, it learns from no one. Others learn from Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body, the mind, the heart, they are all mine.&lt;br /&gt;And they are all one, they are me, they are Truth.&lt;br /&gt;And I am the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;The world reflects the state of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Like the hurricanes speeding, destroying what is there to get to a destination,&lt;br /&gt;Like the atmosphere dying, poisoned by the people it was protecting,&lt;br /&gt;Like the old man starving, betrayed by the country he fought for,&lt;br /&gt;Like the old mother alone, abandoned by her narrow minded children.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence with no moral is nothing more than an evil genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the world reflects the state of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;The leaves of a new autumn change in anticipation of the beginning of a new cycle.&lt;br /&gt;The bright green aura of the leaf turns into an earthy orange.&lt;br /&gt;Or more appropriately, from white to black,&lt;br /&gt;For change dawns in this country, in this world,&lt;br /&gt;The coals of this country has turned into the corner stone,&lt;br /&gt;The slave is now the master,&lt;br /&gt;The self-proclaimed mutt is now the commander and chief.&lt;br /&gt;The world reflects the state of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;How convenient that the season today is the season of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;The young lady in the red dress captured my interest.&lt;br /&gt;The young man that I am captured her eye.&lt;br /&gt;The young day went on, and she would not leave, captured in my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my mind, and my woman embraced me.&lt;br /&gt;I opened my heart, and she enjoyed my memories.&lt;br /&gt;She opened her legs, and we connected,&lt;br /&gt;And as our passion rose, so did our love.&lt;br /&gt;My hopes and dreams were revealed,&lt;br /&gt;Expressed as the very essence of the woman beside me.&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Why are the spires of the sky so blue?&lt;br /&gt;Why does the grass grow everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Why do fish never learn to breathe, why do animals hide in the winter, why do birds live in the sky, why are snails so slow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the scholars deem the questions stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t the people ever wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something about the luster of the flowers during the spring,&lt;br /&gt;There’s something about the smell they put forth,&lt;br /&gt;There’s something about their growth from a tiny seed, their differing colors, their magnificence put together in the garden of our soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am complete when I am outside,&lt;br /&gt;I am satisfied with the world’s juices,&lt;br /&gt;Because they contain the remedy for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;The earth contains the answers to our questions,&lt;br /&gt;The sun contains the secrets of our dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Why look to the coldness of text, the rigidness of books,&lt;br /&gt;When all our needs are given to us by the world, by our universe.&lt;br /&gt;And the universe is me.&lt;br /&gt;I am that I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-6932772978506979363?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6932772978506979363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=6932772978506979363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6932772978506979363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6932772978506979363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-poem.html' title='my poem'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1822065877178585105</id><published>2008-11-13T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:21:07.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hah</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having trouble concentrating in school lately, I'm not sure why. The only class I'm like fully ready for everyday is English, it's pretty interesting in that class. Chemistry gets really boring sometimes, but I need to keep working hard to get that A in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algebra = bs, that class is so easy, ahha and it's supposed to be honors. oh please, 8th graders can take that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WH = bigger bs, lmaooo. I get mad when we have to take notes or she has to give a lecture or something, lmao or whenever we have to do work, because I'm so used to watching movies and listening to random outbursts in class. Team China and the rest of the people make this class hella fun to just fuck around in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish = average, I have a 90 though, it seems harder to get an A in this class than I expected. Acuna is the bomb though, i like him, and I'm sure he's not gonna be a jerk and give me a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. = sex/drugs/alcohol class now, for 2 weeks. BORING, its whatevz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting my work done pretty quickly, the past 2 days I've had nothing to do, just waited for people to go on aim so i could talk to someone. I've come to the point where I'm better than my dad at basketball and there's no more question about it, it's crazy. I've been waiting to reach this plateau and now that i have, I feel like I'm respectable now. JV tryouts soon, should be a ton of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, school, family, just life in general has been interesting. SF BELL game tomorrow, HELLA people are going that i know, its gonna be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up, just one touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I erupt like a volcano and cover her with my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how authors/songwriters can get emotions and describe it so clearly, I wanna be able to do that when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1822065877178585105?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1822065877178585105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1822065877178585105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1822065877178585105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1822065877178585105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/11/hah.html' title='Hah'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-4987117607167360692</id><published>2008-11-04T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:11:28.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 4th, 2008</title><content type='html'>The most historic day in this decade since 9/11 and the start of the Iraq war. This day will choose the man that will make or break America, I believe. I have full faith Barack Obama will win and do a good job with this country. We had a great lecture in English today, about Young Goodman Brown, by Nathaniel Hawthorne. A ridiculously good short story when you know what you're reading. The last practice of Cross Country season, crazyyy I'm really proud of our team. Let's go for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later gators, I'm going to enjoy this day and enjoy a new era of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change: Obama&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we can America&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-4987117607167360692?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4987117607167360692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=4987117607167360692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4987117607167360692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4987117607167360692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-4th-2008.html' title='November 4th, 2008'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-8519689447260455583</id><published>2008-11-02T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:42:20.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom</title><content type='html'>went to the emergency room yesterday. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-8519689447260455583?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8519689447260455583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=8519689447260455583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8519689447260455583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8519689447260455583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-mom.html' title='My mom'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1528590544137210308</id><published>2008-10-29T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:55:26.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The book</title><content type='html'>was crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some objective truths out there, we have to find them and challenge authority, etc etc. I saw this video on youtube when I was trying to find an Obama speech, it's pretty sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qq8Uc5BFogE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qq8Uc5BFogE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hella failed my spanish quiz, ahahah but I got to retake it. Life's moving pretty fast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1528590544137210308?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1528590544137210308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1528590544137210308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1528590544137210308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1528590544137210308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/10/book.html' title='The book'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-6517216561468371026</id><published>2008-10-27T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:21:41.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My teacher</title><content type='html'>from Confirmation, I'm gonna call him my mentor. My mentor sent me a package today, and not to be blunt or anything, but this package may very well change my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Journey: A Spiritual Road Map for Modern Pilgrims, by Peter Kreeft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is supposed to challenge me and my beliefs, and basically my whole point in life. I guess I'm just trying to save these last moments. Who knows, I might read this book and have a greater understanding, or I might be some life hating pessimist, or I might just be the same. Here's to metamorphosis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-6517216561468371026?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6517216561468371026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=6517216561468371026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6517216561468371026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6517216561468371026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-teacher.html' title='My teacher'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-6869275046054460963</id><published>2008-10-25T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:47:20.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk like a boss, talk like a boss</title><content type='html'>I started work today. I had my scrubs on with my slacks, and my badge. When I walk around in it, everyone looks at me like I'm some great doctor, until they see what my badge says. Lmao, but it still feels good. Especially when I saw a doctor sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. I basically said to myself "Screw it, I'm gonna look professional around people." So I went to the hospital cafeteria, bought myself a large coffee that I knew would take me 5 hours to finish, and took it to a table, brought a newspaper, crossed my legs like a business man, opened up the paper and took a sip of the coffee. BIOTCH! HAH! It's great when you feel that you're part of the upper echelon. Anyways, work was okay. It was overwhelming at first, I new like 200 new things in the first hour, but I finally started answering calls, giving out information, and had to work some distribution. I probably helped discharge about 7 patients, including this new couple and their baby, three old women, funny black guy with cancer, and a few other people I forgot. I get home, and I'm in a pretty chipper mood, I go youtube some songs and cover them, and then eat a little. I'm a bit depressed about my mom and her work hours, but I'm not really comfortable getting into it right now I guess. And I refuse to do my essay corrections for English, I just can't seem to start. The Philies have bases loaded in the bottom of the 9th, it's tied, quite entertaining. Bellarmine lost yesterday, omg. Besides the short lasting excitement of my new job, my saturday has been pretty dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want NBA 2k9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-6869275046054460963?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6869275046054460963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=6869275046054460963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6869275046054460963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6869275046054460963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/10/walk-like-boss-talk-like-boss.html' title='Walk like a boss, talk like a boss'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-255168318244065074</id><published>2008-10-22T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:22:46.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions, Part 1</title><content type='html'>The following passages are a question-response debate between me and my confirmation leader. He has degrees in philosophy, theology, etc etc. He told me that I could talk to him anytime about whatever is on my mind. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;is him&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hello Trevor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess I just wanted to take your invitation to talk to you more. I'm Ranel, but I'm mostly called Troy. Anyways, I believe that I'm doing Confirmation to find God for myself. I'm sick of "God" being spoon-fed to me, I refuse conformity. The God these people tell me to believe in isn't what I believe is faith. I know that I'm destined to find Him for myself, and Confirmation is a tool to do that. Besides finding God, I believe Confirmation will help me become more in touch with myself. I feel like I have another self I keep in, a more mature smarter self with all these theological and philosophical ideas that I keep to myslef, because it feels like my friends/peers aren't at the same level yet. I sort of have to "dumb" myself down so I still can relate to them, and talk to them normally. I can be down to earth and I have a lot of friends, but sometimes I want to talk to someone who has more insight than regular people. The only people I can share some of my inner thoughts with are with my teachers at Bellarmine. I do believe, however, that you seem to have struggled with God and have refused conformity. I'm glad you are our leader, I think you could be one of the few people that can spiritually challenge me. Hopefully this is the first of many talks between us. I guess I just wanted to start off with this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've read and learned about other religions, and it seems like they all seem to be correct. Religion is sort of a way to grasp the same God, but have different cultural values, and a few fundamental differences. I wanted to know why Catholocism is special, and I I guess I have to find out why I want to follow it for myself. Also, I feel like some of the Catholic teachings are not exactly wrong, but not up to the times of today, with these new liberal views. God is YHWH in old testament, I am who am. He is in the here and now, eternally. Wouldn't the Roman Catholic church keep up to date, letting women be priestesses or if gay marriage really is wrong, if they have a loving relationship and they help each other live a holy life. There's a lot of questions I have, these are some of the few. Thanks for your time, see you next meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ranel Troy Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dear younger brother Troy,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is uplifting to hear an honest young man probe life's meaning.  You are correct in observing that your "friends/peers aren't at the same level YET"...sadly, many of them will not advance beyond the level that they currently occupy.  Their failure to do so is a byproduct of their failure to properly use God's radical gift called free-will, yet, it is still sad when I meet my peers from the mid-1960's and the conversational profundity has not advanced beyond the high school level. &lt;br /&gt;Your non-conformist attitude is not only healthy, it is exactly what God wants of you and, thus, what His Church wants of you as well. &lt;br /&gt;Concerning your question last evening (repeated in your email), yes, there is truth in all religions.  Consider for a moment a description of me:  Religion A states that Trevor is a man who lives in America; Religion B states what A states and adds that Trevor is a Catholic, a husband and father of three; Religion C states what A and B state and adds that Trevor has three college diplomas, is a retired supervisory criminial investigator and that Trevor consistently fails to live the faith that he claims to believe.  Obviously, Religion's A, B and C have truth, however, Religion C has "more" truth than either A or B.  An intendedly rational person seeks the FULLNESS OF THE TRUTH.  Through years of intense study, I have concluded that the truth is not someTHING, it is someBODY and His name is JESUS.  I have also concluded that God gave us a mind to use and a heart to love; that faith and reason do NOT conflict and (as St. Paul assets in Romans) faith is a matter of saying "yes" to God and sin is our "no" to Him.  The gift of reason can take you to the edge of the diving board, however, it is faith that will allow you to leap from the board.  Reason itself confirms this truth, e.g. if you could reason to the conclusion that God exists then no faith would be required to be a believer!  Thus, reason can lead an honest person to conclude that the evidence for God's existence is VERY STRONG, however, He leaves each of us enough wiggle-room to escape Him if we choose.&lt;br /&gt;If you truly believe that God is YHWH (I AM), then you intellectually grasp the implication of that tetragrammaton, i.e. God lives in an ETERNAL NOW.  Thus, God can not "change".  He IS in the most profound sense of the word "is"...He is not a contingent being while you and I are.  In other words, whatever God was trying to communicate to His creation/creatures in the Garden is unchanging.  Consequently, your discomfort with Church teachings concerning priestesses or homosexual "marriage" only make sense if: one, you conclude that God can change; two, you conclude that the Church is in error or three, you do not understand the MEANING of terms like "priest" or "marriage".  Fundamentally, the Church, therefore, is not at all about "keeping up to date".  The Church is the Body of Christ lead by the Holy Spirit, hence, by definition it can not change any teaching of God....the Church does not write the mail, it only delivers the mail!&lt;br /&gt;I could write all day and night on your excellent questions/concerns, however, I propose an alternative.  If you and your parents trust me enough to "roll the dice", you are welcome to begin an independent course of study in which I will address each of your questions.  You are a budding philosopher (lover of wisdom).  Jesus asserts that if we "ask, it will be answered.  Seek and we will find", and I believe Him.  If you intend to pursue philosophic methodology to seek the truth, I have a number of suggestions for you.  First (and foremost), you must examine your presuppositions.  For example, your email contains the phrase "Confirmation is a tool to do that".  Obviously, if God does not exist or if the Church teaches error or sacraments are nonsense (or many other "or's), then, Confirmation may not do what you claim it will.  The point of my clumsy sentence is to encourage you to examine EVERYTHING and that should be enticing to a young man who chooses the path of non-conformity.  It is the Catholic Church that is offering you the sacrament of Confirmation.  Why do you believe that the Catholic Church can mediate the Holy Spirit to you through a sacrament???? I believe it or (as a non-conformist) I would not volunteer to share my time each year in Confirmation II.  What matters to you, of course, is what YOU believe (and WHY).&lt;br /&gt;You are busy with school and I am busy in a variety of ways, however, if you want to experience a challenging consideration of the RADICAL belief called Catholicism, say the word.  I have been conducting in-home studies with other "seekers" for years and you can construct your own program with me if you dare (weekly, bi-weekly, monthly, whatever).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peace be with you little brother,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Trevor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a new conversation every once and a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-255168318244065074?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/255168318244065074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=255168318244065074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/255168318244065074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/255168318244065074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/10/questions-part-1.html' title='Questions, Part 1'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-8275451268102632875</id><published>2008-10-20T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:30:36.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, whoever it may concern:</title><content type='html'>I need a good week. I really do. Just help me get through the week, and we'll see where it goes from there. So much things, school, sports, etc. I just need to get through Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-8275451268102632875?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8275451268102632875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=8275451268102632875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8275451268102632875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8275451268102632875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-whoever-it-may-concern.html' title='God, whoever it may concern:'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-6530663386034084205</id><published>2008-10-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:40:06.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after the mixer</title><content type='html'>it was okay! lots of people didnt like it, but i danced with enough girls that i was pretty content. ummm, the dj did suck a lot of the time. hahaha and the teachers were really strict tonight, but i think it kind of adds to the enjoyment of like sneaking around and stuff. overall, it was okay, could have been a lot better, but it wasnt horrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and 15 days since ive seen jay. we're making this new counter thingy. lmaooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-6530663386034084205?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6530663386034084205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=6530663386034084205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6530663386034084205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6530663386034084205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-mixer.html' title='after the mixer'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-6394672395423334290</id><published>2008-10-18T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:14:07.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, not what I planned</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to go out with my friend today, but that was rescheduled for next weekend. I was pretty disappointed, and then I remembered, "Troy you dumbass, there's the mixer tonight!" I got so happy when I remembered. haha, anyways, i keep hearing that the mixers suck, but I say it sucked FOR YOU! lmao no jk, but i never think a mixers suck. well who knows, maybe i just dont expect a lot and it always turns out good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She hit the floor and make the club ignite&lt;br /&gt;She's like a sexy little fire&lt;br /&gt;She'll keep on begging for more&lt;br /&gt;If you play it right, she'll fulfill your every desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So supernatural, for real&lt;br /&gt;A crazy style with sex appeal&lt;br /&gt;Hey, pretty mama, what's the deal?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be mine?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you got what I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there are some people like that, and not just some sweaty sluts. but im not complaining! hahaha okay, i better go get ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-6394672395423334290?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6394672395423334290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=6394672395423334290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6394672395423334290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6394672395423334290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/10/again-not-what-i-planned.html' title='Again, not what I planned'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-6924069877896563464</id><published>2008-10-13T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:26:47.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3333</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g215/raneltroy/ohherro.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-6924069877896563464?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/6924069877896563464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=6924069877896563464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6924069877896563464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/6924069877896563464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/10/3333.html' title='&lt;3333'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-5891006193749811127</id><published>2008-10-12T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:18:20.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpise!</title><content type='html'>Lots of surpises this weekend. On Saturday, there were definitely a lot of friends I haven't seen in a while. And surprisingly, I didn't suck as a volleyball ref! WHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Karl surprised me by showing up on their scraper bikes. I was surprised that there was a buffet at the end of the tournament. I was surprised that I got yelled at like three times, twice for hitting this lady's car with a basketball, once for biking/skating on the grounds of the school. Sunday, I was surprised to see Miggy at church, and then after I saw Raymond, Gio, Justin, Michelle, the twins that I think are Kevin and Jonathan's girlfriends, uhhhh there might be more. I was surpsied that I went to Kalesa for Raymond's birthday, lmao with his family, and Justin and his friend plus Monica and etc etc. Hellzuhh full. I'm gonna play basketball at Stanford soon. mmmmMMmmMMmmmmmm thasssss it really. It was nice seeing people I know/kinda know throughout the weekend, just new friendships/rekindled ones waiting to happen. The Eagles better not lose today. Ray, happy bday, I should have taken a pedo picture at Kalesa, but alas, I only have the chinky ones I take when I laugh really hard. Miggy, return a pick for a td next time beezy. Did you know that Ne-Yo lost his virginity at the age of 9 to a 15 year old? lmao he posted a video of it on a myspace bulletin. I was laughing hella hard. kthxbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-5891006193749811127?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5891006193749811127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=5891006193749811127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5891006193749811127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5891006193749811127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/10/surpise.html' title='Surpise!'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-3505178966050758198</id><published>2008-10-10T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:48:14.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>the dow jones is down to 8000 points. ughhhhhhh damn america. i wont expand on my political views as much, but obama better win. look, all i know is, we had bush sr. and america wasnt doing too well, then we had clinton and america was doing really well, and now the rupblican president fucked things up again, so we gotta go get our democrat. anyways, schools kinda tough, and i kinda just need thanksgiving to come already. we need these week long breaks soon to give us a break. cross country is almost done, 3 1/2 weeks left. brian westbrook is injured, dammmmmit. im sick of writing essays, really. i think this romantic transcendentalism view is sticking with me, i get what theyre talking about. the oversoul and like the daoist and other asian religions in it, it kinda works. although the meditation that we did for healy made me fall asleep. i think thats why i felt better after. hahah. i had a weird ass dream last night. i viewed religion and god as pokemon. LET ME EXPLAIN! i feel like all religions have the same god we're talking about we get to the same point of salvation hopefully. you know when you were 5 and you got to choose one pokemon, and well if you chose the fire, grass, or water pokemon, youre still making little japanese animals fight until they lose consciousness, as they spit fire or unleash high voltage on their bodies. same with religion, sorta. you can pick a jewish carpenter who could perform miracles, or a man who lost all materialism and killed his social life to reach a point of enlightenment(he lived in a forest! A FOREST!), or maybe you prefer three gods who made a caste system so you could have 4 little clubs who have hegemony over each other(but you cant leave your club until you die). whatever you believe in, youre gonna try and use it to make you a better person. yep, thats pretty much all i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She wanted the money, fame, brand names, fancy cars.&lt;br /&gt;She left her hard working man behind,&lt;br /&gt;for a fella with a championship ring.&lt;br /&gt;But see here's the thing, about dating a superstar:&lt;br /&gt;She was one of like 8 or 9.&lt;br /&gt;Just another ball player's play thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the matter with you baby? Ain't it all your dreams come true?&lt;br /&gt;What's the matter with you baby? Ain't no one to blame but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-3505178966050758198?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3505178966050758198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=3505178966050758198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3505178966050758198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3505178966050758198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/10/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1116360080384418680</id><published>2008-10-07T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:36:01.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDE</title><content type='html'>hi tim reynolds. ill give a good one on the weekend, im busy getting un proyecto de espanol ready&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1116360080384418680?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1116360080384418680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1116360080384418680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1116360080384418680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1116360080384418680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/10/dude.html' title='DUDE'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-5818867645602562314</id><published>2008-10-04T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:43:10.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKENDS</title><content type='html'>My last blog was totally pessimistic,  coming due to the frustration from illness. I still felt like I have to find God for myself, and not have Him be spoon fed to me, but nights like tonight help me see the light. Being together with friends, no drama, no anger, no anything. Just great friends being happy and merry together, a big bunch of us too. It's nights like tonight that restore my faith in humanity, and have me feeling thankful that I'm alive to enjoy these moments. I definitely got closer with my best friends today. Hope the other 19 of you guys had fun. hahah 20 people! enjoying life together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-5818867645602562314?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5818867645602562314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=5818867645602562314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5818867645602562314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5818867645602562314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekends.html' title='WEEKENDS'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1184766330884024892</id><published>2008-10-03T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:50:40.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH, sickness seems to bring in philosophy</title><content type='html'>i hate being sick. it's like everything that seems so normal gets a hundred times harder, and time passes slower. its funny, when youre having a lousy time, everything goes so slowly, yet when youre having the time of youre life, it ends so quickly. life seems to balance out so that it's just a little bit harder everytime. hell, why take life seriously? no one comes out a winner, we all die anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha siiiiiiike, do take life seriously. im just thinking philosophy right now. anyways, as i straggle out of bed so i can type up my thoughts, i remember that i have to wake up at 10 am to volunteer for confirmation. SUCKS! there's not really a joy in volunteering in this either, because it just seems like the people there dont care who's working, and you dont care to be there. well, scratch that. at the best case, you might make a little kid's day a little bit more fun at the carnival. hell, who knows, i might have some fun. but what i really wanted to get out is how im so jealous of people who are so strong in their faith. im in confirmation, and im a nice guy, but i feel like i was born catholic, but this confirmation isnt really me choosing to be catholic. it's more of a "my mommy told me so!" or "everyone does it now, so you go." its weird, my parents went to sign me up and i didnt even say anything, hell, i didnt even think about it. i knew it was gonna happen, but i dont think ive found the deeper meaning behind it. what does it mean to be a catholic, believe in jesus, hell, believe in god? i think the most helpful class ive ever had in dealing with my faith was mr. spitz's class last year. it was supposed to be intro to catholic christianity, but it was more of a "learn about God" class. i used to think atheists were sad, evil people who didnt care about the world, but when i started to struggle with the ideas of my faith, i got their point of view. "How do I know there is a God, why is it evil to not believe in him, even if I'm a nice person?" And what about buddhist monks, some of the nicest, gentlest people in the world. they dont believe in god, buddhist religion revolves around enlightenment. yet, they seem to be so confident in life, and i guess that's what im trying to find. IM SCARED! im scared i wont get into a good college, i wont have a good job, work til i die, never any luxury, never get married, lose my friends, live a sad life, and most of all, that i wont be remembered. how sad is it, knowing that in 3 generations no one remembers you. im not going out like that, i wanna do something that will help the world and have me remembered. yet, what happens if i succeed? if i have a good job, am some super duper scientist, have an amazing wife, lots of kids. and i am remembered? im still dead, i wont feel anything. we think of how hard it is to believe in God, but can you imagine living your life without God? living, knowing nothing matters anyways? i think that's why im going through with confirmation. it's not really about my religion yet, i think it's more of just something to reveal who i am and who im meant to become.  im scared about my future, im scared there is no god, and im scared that if there is a god, that i wont be good enough. funny how life is 99 percent trying to impress other people. hey, maybe that's why the bad times seem to go so slow. it's 99 percent of your life, trying to impress other people. that 1 percent is for yourself. or maybe it was just you finding God. who knows, maybe we just have to stop being spoon fed and start choosing for ourselves. maybe it's God. maybe it's just living a good life. maybe it's both. i guess i just have to think hard once in a while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1184766330884024892?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1184766330884024892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1184766330884024892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1184766330884024892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1184766330884024892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/10/ugh.html' title='UGH, sickness seems to bring in philosophy'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-9031811733366854293</id><published>2008-09-28T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:08:49.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when september ends</title><content type='html'>last weekend of september, FUN SHIZZLE. On frahhhday, woke up, went to morning practice, and i hella smelled after. ugh, i could smell myself, it was that bad. good thing i had a jacket. anyways, that day was pretty easy, 4th period me, sanborn, kris, austin connelly, etc just sat in the back and kinda slept during the amigo presentation. 5th period brandon and chris o brien were just being retarded, while russ and i were waiting for them to finish. 6th, we just did shizzle in the lab, and 7th tito and i were chillin like villains. finally, after homeroom w/ shao and rene, matt, mark, russ, chris pham, some other homeskilletz and i headed for the bus stop, cause we were going downtown. when we got on the bus, john and steven domingo and kaaal were there already, so then we headed for downtown. hella tired at this point, but oh wellz. we ate at mcdonalds, and i was soooo hungry but i didnt wanna spend my money in case i needed it for an emergency, since i was in downtown with like 5 bucks and a bus pass. ahahah, i was supposed to say hi to angela and wish her a happy birthday, but she had to leave early. oh well. after, mcdo, we went downtown with some fsa girls, and then i had some of shane's milk tea thingy, even though i didnt like it. hahaha, and kristin and i were talking about pokemon, while steven domingo and russ played yugioh, lmaoooo. we headed back to bell, had a boringass meeting, and i went home. i slept at like 11. SATURDAY, wke up early, sat next to des and russ on the bus. we got there, chilled for like 3 hours, then ran our race. i was sooo0o0o tired, i threw up after the race. whatevzzz, christian mara, eric, matt, joe IM BEHIND YOU, russ, lynn, angela, etc were there. i had this funnyass picture when i was running, maybe ill post it later. after the race, we headed home, then to great america for eric's bday. SOOO MANY RIDES, I WAS HELLA DIZZY. i went on thunder racewy for 5 bucks, for the first time. sooo fun, i race really well. ahah, i got second though, cause jacob's an asshole on the road. ahahahah, jk. after great america, we headed to eric's house to play madden, and i beat tito and andrew. yaaay! talked to some peepz online and then went to church today in the morning at 8, confirmation social at 3. i beat my dad at madden today also, i killed him. next blog im planning to talk about more deeper stuff then just like telling what happened. yaay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-9031811733366854293?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/9031811733366854293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=9031811733366854293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/9031811733366854293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/9031811733366854293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake me up when september ends'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-9168430513829897647</id><published>2008-09-22T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:22:18.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I put my 2 inch killer in the cupcake no filling while im straight westcoasting on my scraper bike</title><content type='html'>NOTRE DAME SAN JOSE ADVENTURE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao. idkk if it was worth is.well here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, go to matt's house, and i win in madden. biotch! then i guess matt has drama with his mama, and they like fight while we drive to his appointment. matt complains that his parents dont trust him, although we were lying to them today and said we were going to byc to help out, when we went downtown. haha you should have just told them straight up matt! my parents were cool with it! well for now. anyways, while we walk to karls house, matt calls his mom  and has this heartfelt talk with her about how he's sorry, but he wishes she would trust him more. i guess he meant it, but he still lied about what we were doing. a beautiful liar. it was horrible. ahhh i hate lying to adults, anyways we head over to karls, play nba live, christeezy t baby please say da baby comes over, and we head on to downtown. we tells stories about our middle school days, but karl and christian's class was so much more badass then we were, so there's was funnier. karl then fucking messes up our stop so we enter and leave the lightrail like 3 times. hahaha, then nosotros como una merienda a jack in the box, then head over to nd. so we see people and say hi. my goal for the day was to give dao her hat back, and i snuck in her present inside. THE matt ganan was just straight westcoasting all day, karl was chillin like a villain, and christian was holding his cupcake no filling. LMAOOOO, we head to quickly's, then azuki or something, some hypebeast store heheh jk, and then papa's natural cream puffs, then back to ND. we stood for like an hour talking, i was so bored! hahah whatever, kat, tiara, and becca kept us company. finally we leave, and we head to mcdo's where i see angela dao and pretend to get mad at her. she was with her friends eating, and we kinda talk some more, but then i just sit with karla christeezy and the matt ganan. we say goo bah and leave, and we were cracking jokes but i wasnt really into the convo cause i was worried about when i got home, cause i was an hour and 30 minutes late then when i said i was gonna be home. christians sister gives me a ride finally, and when i get home my dad has a stern talk with me bout how i better keep my grades up if i wanna keep going out. henceforth, im studying chem soo0o0o0p3r hard now. obama/mccain debate coming soon, look out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-9168430513829897647?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/9168430513829897647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=9168430513829897647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/9168430513829897647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/9168430513829897647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-put-my-2-inch-killer-in-cupcake-no.html' title='I put my 2 inch killer in the cupcake no filling while im straight westcoasting on my scraper bike'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1299830195549744726</id><published>2008-09-16T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:38:01.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MELTDOWN</title><content type='html'>I don't usually talk about this, but it's gotten so bad that even a 15 year old high schooler like me is starting to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started today during my free period. I was gonna have a nice bowl of chicken and rice, from cindy's deli, and i see on the sign that it's gone up to 4 dollars, a dollar since last year. Nothing worth of notice (unless your a bellarmine student struggling to save money and buy lunch.) Then Troyan talked about social status in the old days, which somehow got to working for the government, and the differences between working for a private company and working for the government. Eventually, we talked about 401k's and pension plans. While i was playing basketball after cc practice, i thought about how dow jones was down 500 yesterday, and lehman brothers filed for bankruptcy. please dont stop reading, this is where you realize how fucked up america is right now. With the war, we've lost trillions of dollars. Did you know that most of your parents have 401k's, aka money for when they retire? did you know that 401 k money is invested in the stock market, and since the stock market just crashed, your parents lost tens of thousands of dollars? hell, i didnt know til today. did you know that america is borrowing A TON of money from russia and china, cause we've lost so much damn money we cant even support ourselves. did you know that the price of oil has gone down from 130's 150's to 91 dollars? good right? well, the price of oil dropped fucking over 33%, but gas is still fucking 4 dollars a gallon. do you see whats happening? while most companies lost money when they announce earnings, arco and other gas stocks earned billions of dollars? especially to our youth, stop being so damn ignorant. dont vote for obama because he's gonna be the first black president, dont vote for mccain because he was so cool fighting in the vietnam war and his vp is a soccer mom! VOTE BECAUSE THEY REPRESENT WHAT WE NEED. im a die hard democrat, but im trying to be neutral here. its time to stop being so ignorant and not caring about politics, because in 4 years, i get a say in who runs our country and decides how much to tax me. its getting harder and harder just to make middle class. do you know how competitive it is out there? my mom told me how her coworkers kid just graduated from UCLA!!! and he's having trouble finding a damn job! start caring about our lives, cause america needs us to step up at an even younger age than before. lets start knowing about all of america's problems so we can eventually fix them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1299830195549744726?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1299830195549744726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1299830195549744726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1299830195549744726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1299830195549744726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/09/meltdown.html' title='MELTDOWN'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-3376342155196868476</id><published>2008-09-11T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:22:53.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thurrrrrrzzday</title><content type='html'>I'm injured and can't run for about a 2-4 days, it hurts like hell. At least it gets better quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Raymond at Sports Authority. We went on a date afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I'm doing tomorrow? hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-3376342155196868476?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/3376342155196868476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=3376342155196868476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3376342155196868476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/3376342155196868476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/09/thurrrrrrzzday.html' title='Thurrrrrrzzday'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1161264973090118447</id><published>2008-09-06T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:07:14.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Friday!!!!!!!!! So I start out waking up at like 545 to get ready for morning practrice for xcountry. Matt tells me "Oh no dude, it's only a mile and then stretching!" Well, when we get there, we run a one mile warmup, then the one mile strider, then stupid half mile time trial, and then a quarter mile time trial, then a half mile warmdown. Obviously much more than I expected.... haha but it's easier then stupid running in 90 plus degree weather. Anyways, after that we went to class, and for World History we just took ID pics and watched a movie. I didnt look to shabby actually, cause i thought i was gonna look SUPERBAD! cause of the running. Welps! And then we watched this movie, Defending Your Life. So we saw enough of the movie that i didnt see anything too good yet, but i hella wanna finish it now. HELLA. HELLZUHHHH.  Then after World History, off to Chem Honors, where i swear i habe to be the top 5 stupidest people in the class. It's full of crazy smart juniors and like insanely smart sophomores, then me. hahah i never thought i was gifted intellectually, or at least not as much as these guys. i think i only made it because i work reaaaaaaallly hard at skewl and guess really well on scantrons. hehehe. We're learning about dimensional analysis and significant figures, so at least i can keep up for now. after chem i had homeroom and then free period to end school, then we get the cross country uniforms. oh my goodness, i need some compression spandex shorts under that shizznit. i stopped capitalizing in my sentences a longggg time ago. after i went home to help mi mama prepare for my sisters party with her friends, so we pick up food and stuff. obviously dad comes later with beer and wine for the adults, haha. omg, samantha and her little 5th grade friends are funnnnnny! haha but they spent a lot of time on the compooper, just shows where our nation is headed i guess, then samantha had one friend that kept yelling at me and jacob and she kept degrading us, quite amusing.  after stuffing ourselves with food at the party, jacob, matt, tito, and myself head for the mixer, where we get tickets with a random student's name and everything else blank! haha so we like hastle people for pens but finally get in the gym. yay! so the mixer was pretty fun! well, the music.. could have been better. haha, and like none of mi amigos were dancing, but they eventually joined in. Anyways, highlights of the mixer: 1. For me, i met this girl from Notre Dame, she was quite lovely. haha she was really nice, so we danced a litle and then went outside and talked. she went back inside but i was soo tired from the whole day so i just let her go with her friends while i kinda just rested outside. 2. hopefully they dont read this, but 2 of my friends with a relationshio long though over, well we really just dont know now after last night. haha. 3. "or is it?" "welps!" "THE TITO SANDWHICH" LMFAOOOOOO. 4. CHRISTIAN MARA! hehehehe m4H D4wG. Twas a fun night, and then jacob, tito, eric,matt, and myself headed back to my house to eat and tease each other in front of our parents for funsies. especially tito! hahaha "mrs. ngo, tito doesnt need to eat, he already had a sandwhich tonight!" HAHAHAHAHAH OH GOODNESSS, TIL NEXT TIME GUYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1161264973090118447?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1161264973090118447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1161264973090118447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1161264973090118447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1161264973090118447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/09/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-4901780350086876725</id><published>2008-08-31T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:12:36.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADIOS A TODOS!!!!</title><content type='html'>This labor day weekend started off really bad, but ends on a good note. Soooo0o0o0o0o0o0o0o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first off, I wanna say that school has just started, and it's already starting to overwhelm me, so im trying to study hard. Then cross country, i really am committed to the team, but i had to skip like the last 4 days because of some unfortunate events. So last thursday was a really emotional day for me. My dad had a colonoscopy (sp?) where they check out his colon for abnormal growths and other things. Now, it doesn't seem bad, but I'll explain this story. My grandma died when i was a young kid, and when she was in the hospital with cancer, it was the only time i've seen my dad cry. It really was the most heartbreaking thing ive seen, i mean he's like my hero and to see him so broken down was horrifying. A month after, i was still affected, i would cry at the most random times, especially when my dad and mom was at work, because i didnt know if they would come back. i kept thinking about death and how it would feel, and just these things that little 8 year olds probably shouldnt be thinking about. i eventually got over it, but it came back to me in the 7th grade, when the doctor found a small growth in my dad's colon. When i first heard the news, it was after school, and i was about to break down again, so i was glad my mom could pick me up so people couldnt see me crying. Fortunately, the growth was benign, or noncancerous. they removed it and things got back to normal. Now, the colonoscopy that would take place on friday was to check if anything grew again. I was really worried, so that's why i skipped thursday and friday practice because i wanted to make sure my dad would be okay. Thank God, nothing was found, and i was relieved. that's when things took a turn for the better. the time capsule project was a cool idea among my friends, but more for me, it was just a way to escape what just happened. friday afternoon we hung out and did our project, and hung out. Then, on saturday, my parents decided to get away from everything and go to sf with matt's family and the project team. we go off, and when we arrived at night, we had dinner and then played some stupid tv game, hahaha. the funnest part was when we headed downstairs and "got ready to go to bed" at like 11. so basically we dont sleep til 4, hahaha but like we played card games and busted out some "talking rain" for some fun. mara cant control himself, lmao, so we kind of had to stop before it got irresponsible, although i guess it was from the beginning. then the people who stayed up talked about jokes and girls and we really bonded. it was chill. then we woke up like at 9, so we missed that mass, so we showered and ate breakfast quickly then headed for 11 oclock mass. then we headed over to dxc, which for me isnt the funnest thing in the world, cause im not really into iss and shoes and hypebeast stuff, as i classify, but my friends helped me through the whole debacle this weekend with the sf trip and all the laughs, so i decided to just get through it for them. i even bought some shirts so it wasnt a total loss. haha, after dxc we headed to the house and packed home. it was a great weekend, but now i have to study super hard for my chem and spanish tests this week. haha, a great weekend indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-4901780350086876725?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4901780350086876725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=4901780350086876725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4901780350086876725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4901780350086876725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/08/adios-todos.html' title='ADIOS A TODOS!!!!'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-5962831460348459015</id><published>2008-08-24T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:41:20.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow!</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted anything in a while. ive been so busy at the end of summer, i guess i was just too lazy.  anyways, after i got back from LA, i finished up my summer reading . then, i got started training for my last tournament (i think?) for aau. mann, that was tough to get back into shape after vacation, but progress was made. unfortunately, i wasnt blessed with a 6'5 210 pound body half the guys had at the tournament, which resulted in like 10 dunks in 3 games, none from our team obviously. hahah but i did hit some jumpers, im glad my shot developed this past summer. i guess ill blog some more later, if anyone still reads this. haha! school starts in 2 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-5962831460348459015?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5962831460348459015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=5962831460348459015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5962831460348459015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5962831460348459015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title='wow!'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-8740487268750479538</id><published>2008-08-11T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:54:33.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't no place like home....</title><content type='html'>but I still wanna be in LA. This blog is gonna be sooooooooo long, I have so much to say. Okay first Wednesday. So we were supposed to wake up at 5 am to leave, but I woke up 7. oh wellzz,, we got there around 3? We took a rest and then swam til 6, then ate, then swam til like 10? It was the most boring day, so not much there although I downloaded the Gunbound game to play when iz be b00r33dd. Thursday was tight, we woke up 8 and swam, then headed over to Anaheim where my parents went out and i played with my little cousins, omg they do not run out of energy! hahaha theyre hellzuh cool though. i'm gonna stop capitalizing my I's now. okay so thennnnn we dressed up and headed for sunset/hollyhood where we watched the broadway show "wicked" which was my fav one of all time. better than lion king in my opinion. when it comes to san jose in like 2009 iim taking a girl, it really is tizzzight. the singers were soooo amazing and it was smart how they put the story together and explaining how stuff happened in the wizard of oz. anyways after the musical we were gonna eat at rosce's cause we passed by but we just decided to eat at denny's near anaheim hills. we got back to the house and they watched abdc cause the cousins recorded it, but i just crashed. on friday, we had a party for my sisters early bday, and swam some more which was funsies. we watched the office for hella long also, until like 3 in the morning. on saturday kuya ted and i headed over to fullerton? for a party. im still not sure about the cities and freeways but i know it was near brea mall. the party was verrrrrrrrrry relaxing, and the people i met there were chill. shoutout to zach, caitlyn, nina, eric, nina, mycheal and jenine. when i got home i of course immediately myspaced them. haha! but the party was cool, we sat and talked and they were lots of food. after the party we headed back to the house to watch the ufc fight, cause we decided not to go to the after party. after the fight we swam again and then watched more telebision. yay for tb! on sunday we were gonna go to laguna, but we just bbqd at the hizzouseeee. then we head to irvine for some shopping, i got some sunglasses. we ate at red robin, zomgzzz my first time. bottomless fries are the shizzle. ahhh fun and then we went home, ate some ice cream cake then swam at midnight, again. hahah omggg i crashed for like 5th time this week. oh and team usa always gets off to slow starts in their games, haha. which hella reminds me, my thoughts of the olymics! okay china, you guys are the shit, we give in. the opening ceremonies? ooooooooooooooooooooooo wowwwww, fucking everything was amazing. i cant even put it into words. china is hella gonna dominate the world, its karma for all the small eyes and bad driver jokes. team usa is doing well in the olympics, from basketball to swimming, etc. and i love all these new sports. handball is the SHIT. badminton is fun to watch, im pretty sure i just spelled it wrong right now though. okay monday we played wii and ate a lot, haha. the whole week we were trying to beat records on different video games. haha okay now im home, but i wanna be back in LA and party some more. i missed cat's party ons aturday though, hahah i felt so bad i called in on saturday to see how it was going over there. haha oh well. anyways i still have to finish my book reports, and  my aau team has one more tourney, and the youth center team has one more game i think, plus all star game, so only 2 more games left for me. yaaay. good week guys, hope you had as much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-8740487268750479538?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8740487268750479538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=8740487268750479538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8740487268750479538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8740487268750479538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/08/aint-no-place-like-home.html' title='Ain&apos;t no place like home....'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-8336336413409871768</id><published>2008-08-10T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:58:32.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not in the bay</title><content type='html'>but i officially &lt;3 LA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-8336336413409871768?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/8336336413409871768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=8336336413409871768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8336336413409871768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/8336336413409871768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-in-bay.html' title='not in the bay'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-5601264316075455079</id><published>2008-08-05T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:26:47.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA IN 12 HOURS</title><content type='html'>im pretty sure i overpacked. oh wellz, im ready to party in LA! ive been staying home too much the past 2 weeks, im ready to party and meet random girls and yadda yadda. im feeling really materialistic the past week as well, i bought a hoodie and new shirts and stuff. i think its cause i just took half my closet and gave it to goodwill because stuff was like years old, and i kinda wanna make up for it by getting new stuff. eh whatevz. im realllllllly excited for LA, i wanna stroll down sunset and alll that. IM READY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-5601264316075455079?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/5601264316075455079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=5601264316075455079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5601264316075455079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/5601264316075455079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-in-12-hours.html' title='LA IN 12 HOURS'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-4452495817003970850</id><published>2008-07-27T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:54:13.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRICK</title><content type='html'>crazy weekenddddddd. lets start on thursdizzay. i went to bell to see mi amigos. twas a pretty fun day. i hung out with russ and eric during the first hour and then played basketball for a bit with the sophomores, then i hung out with jay the rest of school. th.en after school mymy was taking pictures and russs was all over jays nuts. he seriously wouldnt leave her alone, and thn we went to the moobies to watch dark knight. pretty good, we met up with the milpitas peepzzzzzzz there. i was hella laughing cause i was sitting next to russ and michelle and she was like "im gonna get popcorn." then when she came back, she sat on the opposite side of us. HAHAHAAHAHHA but the movie was the best one ive seen in the past 5 years. and then after we went to matts house to play like 3 on3 and my competitive side took over. went home. on friday i find out i have the whole day to myself so i walk to the sushi place then take the bus to the mall. mark and i meet up with jay and krystina for some action. heheheh we go to the movies and me and krystina were watching while jay and mark were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIVATE BLOG PRIVATE BLOG PRIVATE BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after jay and krystina left so mark and i had private time. hehee we got food then took the light rail to cataldi where we walk to a party looking for desmond, but he went off somewhere so everyone was staring at us. FUN. des finally came, and russ came, then matt left, then catap ray and matt came, chronologically. we headed over to karls shindig where we hung out and it was funsies. hahaha matt and the other guys couldnt stop talking about jhasmin, they were like "omg shes soooo fineeeee." so when shes about to leave she hugs me and then i ask her what was her name, even though i kinda knew. and then i introduced myself as sebastian. hehe just for fun. im just talking about this cause im talking to her now. anyways after i slept over at karla's house and then left at like 11. i got lunch with fam and then had to take pics at my sisters game i havent gone to practice in like 5 days. then today i went to church and costco and thats prettty much it, oh i finally got in a workout today, omg i was so tired cause of my multiple days off and no sleep. oh weelllzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twas a good weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-4452495817003970850?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/4452495817003970850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=4452495817003970850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4452495817003970850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/4452495817003970850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/07/frick.html' title='FRICK'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5301344002911989870.post-1513115123561887313</id><published>2008-07-22T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:40:42.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY</title><content type='html'>After I saw the series finale to a show I've been following since the beginning, Avatar: The Last Airbender, I've been so giddy about everything. I've watched the whole 3rd season in like 2 days, and I think I'm off to watch the earlier seasons. Shizz is crazy. The past week has been crazy busy with basketball, barely anytime to do anything else. And since I'm watching avatar online i barely talk when I'm on aim now. ahhaha such a nerd. today i have practice, and it's tanners bday. yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone watch avatar, i swear its like my top 3 fav shows of all time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5301344002911989870-1513115123561887313?l=troysantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/feeds/1513115123561887313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5301344002911989870&amp;postID=1513115123561887313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1513115123561887313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5301344002911989870/posts/default/1513115123561887313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://troysantos.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay.html' title='OKAY'/><author><name>Troy Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17980518360142519816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMQftCEuEVQ/SO_cJz1aOrI/AAAAAAAAABU/BG8XZtAercg/S220/sjb+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
