<?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-8956906996779861785</id><updated>2011-10-03T14:15:03.261-05:00</updated><category term='music'/><category term='work'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Frozen with a Heart on Fire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-360183719268003172</id><published>2011-04-24T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:41:05.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My tattoo about 4 hours after i got it.  I got it done about a month ago and just realized that I hadn't told you guys about it.  I need to get it touched up now just cuz the blacks a little patchy now that its healed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXzqlFhB5iw/TbTrw4AbqzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rnF0XUFFZbU/s1600/DSCN0262.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXzqlFhB5iw/TbTrw4AbqzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rnF0XUFFZbU/s320/DSCN0262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599359461628816178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also as ridiculous as it seems I'm finally over my breakup... It's stupid I know, but I'm the one who ended up being the asshole for ending it and I'm the one who had his heart broken, because I was significantly more emotionally invested.  I wanted it to work so bad and I think I convinced myself that I was in love with him, all I know is that it hurt like a mother for a few weeks after I finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-360183719268003172?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/360183719268003172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=360183719268003172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/360183719268003172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/360183719268003172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-tattoo-about-4-hours-after-i-got-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXzqlFhB5iw/TbTrw4AbqzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rnF0XUFFZbU/s72-c/DSCN0262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2606590116383312345</id><published>2011-02-20T21:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:48:15.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things come to an end</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather unsurprising, but it's over between me and Kyle.  For three weeks I was quite possibly the happiest person on the face of the planet, and then nothing happened.  By nothing I mean he just stopped talking to me, no texts, no calls, no facebook chat...  I went from being on top of the world to wondering what I had done wrong and alternating between being depressed and pissed off at him because I knew I had done nothing wrong.  I decided that I wouldn't talk to him for a week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that week passed, and on Valentine's Day I left him a message that basically said, "Thanks for being my first kiss, thanks for three really happy weeks, thanks for making me a stronger person who knows a little better what he wants and needs from someone else and have fun with whatever the fuck it is you're doing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I may still miss him and how he made me feel while we were together, but as the saying goes "better off unhappy alone than unhappy with someone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys I'm back on the market :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2606590116383312345?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2606590116383312345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2606590116383312345&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2606590116383312345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2606590116383312345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='All good things come to an end'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-9136309461640233504</id><published>2011-01-20T23:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:21:28.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than Jesus</title><content type='html'>So today was quite possibly the BEST day of my ENTIRE LIFE!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started out on Tuesday, I went out for breakfast with a guy that I've been talking to for a while.  We hit it off pretty well and chatted over pancakes and eggs.  We were there for about an hour and a half and we hugged when we left.  We proceeded to text and facebook chat for the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday went pretty much the same way, text and facebook chat pretty much the entire day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, started out with me going shopping with a friend and when I got home I texted him, he asked if I wanted to do anything so I suggested we watch a movie.   He came over to my place and we watched Easy A.  We cuddled for pretty much the entire movie.  We went out for dinner and then we just drove around aimlessly for a while.  I took him home and we hugged, and then he leaned in and kissed me... I'm still smiling... I'm awkward as fuck at kissing considering he was my first kiss but OMG it was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEST DAY EVER!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-9136309461640233504?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/9136309461640233504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=9136309461640233504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/9136309461640233504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/9136309461640233504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2011/01/better-than-jesus.html' title='Better than Jesus'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-6076492211631622429</id><published>2011-01-04T22:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:52:41.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long</title><content type='html'>It's been too long since I've done this, and I do apologize.  On the other hand I've actually developed a semi normal social life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a few more piercings since the last time I posted.  I got my hips redone with subdermal implants rather than the surface piercings.  Unfortunately, I bumped my left one while at work and it healed its way out.  I got my ears pierced in the middle of November, which leads to another story that I'll tell in a second, and today I had another two dermals put in (I'll post a pic when its healed a bit more.)  I'm thinking of getting my navel done next but I'm not sure about it.  In the next couple of months I'll probably get a tattoo as well, just to even out my sides, I'm oddly obsessed with being as symmetrical as possible.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that other story I mentioned.  The night I got my ears pierced I came home and no surprise my mom just looked at me and shook her head.  A little later she asked me "What my girlfriend (when I get one) would think about all my piercings,"  I responded with an "I don't know."  Shortly after this she asked me if I even wanted a girlfriend to which I said, "I know the answer but you probably won't like it."  She asked me in a very round about fashion if I was gay, I gave her my answer and she got really quiet.  She asked me why, I asked her why she liked dad when they were dating, she didn't respond.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She apparently called my sister sometime the next day while I was at work in a bit of a freak out thinking she had done something wrong, my sister said she was being insane and now that it was pointed out to her (my sister) it made total sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my other sister on the way up from Milwaukee a couple weeks before Christmas.  She also said that made total sense now that I had actually said something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Laura (who just happened to be my crush when I was like 6 and stupid)  on the 29th of December and she said "You know, I was actually going to ask you... but I didn't want anything to be weird."   She asked me if me telling her was a by product of the amount of liquor I had consumed at that point to which I just laughed and said that I had planned on letting some people know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after all that the grand total of people (who don't read this blog) who know without a doubt is 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was hectic, so much family and drama over stupid shit.  Christmas Eve we went to a party at my second cousins house, loads of fun lots of liquor.  We left there at about 6 to go to church, which did not make me happy (also I was a bit tipsy and I got stuck helping my dad usher.)  Christmas Day my sister, her husband, and my niece all came over at about 2pm so they could open presents.  Then we had my uncle and his family, my grandparents and everyone who was here already over for dinner.  Mom cooked about 40 pounds more food than was actually needed so I was stuck eating left overs for the last 2 weeks, and its still not all gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent about $300 on new clothes in the last couple of months... dress clothes are so damn expensive.  I also got some new super cute underwear.  For Christmas I got a sweater "from my grandparents" which means that I picked it out and my dad paid for it with the money my grandparents gave him, and a desktop computer which I paid for initially and my parents paid me back.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that I've been reading more which is good, and I've been rocking out to "Body Talk," by Robyn and a couple songs from Kylie Minogue's "Aphrodite."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's it for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-6076492211631622429?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6076492211631622429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=6076492211631622429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6076492211631622429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6076492211631622429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-long.html' title='Too long'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-1732602300693263164</id><published>2010-09-17T20:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:50:51.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too nice....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'm too nice for my own good.  One of the guys at work needed Sunday off cuz Saturday is his anniversary and Monday is his wifes birthday.  So to save him from the holy hell of a pissed off pregnant woman, I said I would work for him.  Nice of me but incredibly stupid of me...  Sunday was supposed to consist of 2 jobs both of which were pretty small, now it has 3 jobs one of which will take at least 3 hours to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time I said I would work for someone I ended up sliding 23 feet down the top of a tent, flying 6 feet out from the side of the tent and almost impaling myself on a stake.  I swear I'm just a glutton for punishment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classes are going well so far, and this coming week all of my language classes begin.  So I'll work from 7am to 4pm and then go to class from 5:30 to 8ish on Tuesday and Wednesday.  No incredibly cute guys in my classes so far but I have high hopes for my night classes and there are loads of hunks walking the halls during the day so I'm pretty happy there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats all I've got for right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-1732602300693263164?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1732602300693263164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=1732602300693263164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/1732602300693263164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/1732602300693263164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/09/too-nice.html' title='Too nice....'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-8177471342592873081</id><published>2010-09-05T15:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T15:54:59.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Jesus I've sucked at doing this...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know I've been absolute shit at doing this, and I'm not going to make any excuses as to why I haven't been posting.  Cuz lets face it we all know that when someone says they've been "extremely busy" it just means they've been too lazy or too busy wanking it to take the time to post something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly both of those reasons are probably true in my case.  It also comes down to me not thinking I have anything interesting to say, even though I know anyone who still reads this blog would be happy with a simple update.  Starting now, as a 22nd birthday resolution, I'm going to try and post something at least once a week even if its just a "hey this week sucked at work" post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so whats happened since my last post... well at work I've moved into the office since both of the girls that were in there quit.  This is good because I can have a full time job while going to school, which means I might be able to save up enough money to get my own apartment.  Speaking of school, its started again which I'm quite happy about.  I have 3 night classes and 2 day ones, so I'm in class all day Monday and I can all day the rest of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In July, I flew to Texas for my friends birthday and I'm definitely thinking that I'll need to make that a biannual event.  In June, my cousin got married and all but 3 of our extended family was at the wedding.  It was a ton of fun seeing most of my cousins and hanging out with them, the only problem with the wedding was the dj was absolute shit, so we ended up going back to the hotel at like 11.  In August, I worked and thats about it.  Septembers barely started, so who knows whats going to happen, but tomorrows my birthday and I'm definitely thinking that a tattoo is in order for my gift to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats about all I have at the moment so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and loads of hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-8177471342592873081?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8177471342592873081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=8177471342592873081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8177471342592873081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8177471342592873081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweet-jesus-ive-sucked-at-doing-this.html' title='Sweet Jesus I&apos;ve sucked at doing this...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-8979528821009988479</id><published>2010-06-27T19:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:57:35.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FIFA World Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfy_spzS9I/AAAAAAAAABU/zlR23BaHWbY/s1600/Steven-Gerrard1-500x733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfy_spzS9I/AAAAAAAAABU/zlR23BaHWbY/s320/Steven-Gerrard1-500x733.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487621847106407378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfy_EPlD8I/AAAAAAAAABM/J_OHl9AI9Kk/s1600/roque0404091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfy_EPlD8I/AAAAAAAAABM/J_OHl9AI9Kk/s320/roque0404091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487621836259004354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfy-xH_4eI/AAAAAAAAABE/oQOjmGzanV0/s1600/mutu-041809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfy-xH_4eI/AAAAAAAAABE/oQOjmGzanV0/s320/mutu-041809.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487621831126933986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfy-pyL8wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t35uC807Iic/s1600/jeremyclement051209c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfy-pyL8wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t35uC807Iic/s320/jeremyclement051209c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487621829156401922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfy-TfC-kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/K_1KBvn4CT8/s1600/carlos-bocanegra-arms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfy-TfC-kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/K_1KBvn4CT8/s320/carlos-bocanegra-arms.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487621823170542146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfwmImeslI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKjRBWYyjFQ/s1600/palermo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfwmImeslI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKjRBWYyjFQ/s320/palermo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487619208908812882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfwl4Y1_1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/dFGa8PioM7s/s1600/Lukas+Podolski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfwl4Y1_1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/dFGa8PioM7s/s320/Lukas+Podolski.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487619204556652370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Viva Italia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfwloSonbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f7n3uoMfpcw/s1600/DG-add-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfwloSonbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f7n3uoMfpcw/s320/DG-add-2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487619200235642290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfwlI59SQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_RcRXvOQZ6A/s1600/David_Beckham_AC_4c5b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfwlI59SQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_RcRXvOQZ6A/s320/David_Beckham_AC_4c5b.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487619191810640130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfwknKyGyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhmGjY-WlLM/s1600/cristiano-ronaldo_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfwknKyGyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhmGjY-WlLM/s320/cristiano-ronaldo_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487619182754405154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it take for me to marry a footballer???&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS:  Ghana?  Really USA team?  Argentina, Spain or Brazil I totally understand but GHANA??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-8979528821009988479?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8979528821009988479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=8979528821009988479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8979528821009988479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8979528821009988479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/06/fifa-world-cup.html' title='FIFA World Cup'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AfI_iUdZ_4Y/TCfy_spzS9I/AAAAAAAAABU/zlR23BaHWbY/s72-c/Steven-Gerrard1-500x733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-4538186688719319863</id><published>2010-06-26T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:27:09.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding fun and a flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Got home today from my cousins wedding.  Surprisingly there was only one blowout with my mother, I say surprisingly because when the two of us are in close quarters for more than a day we're normally about to tear each others throats out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I shouldn't have even bothered to say anything but she was taking peoples place cards off the entrance table and putting them where they were supposed to go...  I went up to her and asked her how the people were supposed to find where they were going to sit.  She told me to shut up and leave her alone, which was a very excessive response considering the innocence of my question.  Needless to say it pissed me off and it got a little out of hand, ultimately resulting in my mother's 3rd threat this year to throw me out of the house cuz of my "constant criticism" of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that the wedding was nice, the food was really good and it was great seeing all my uncles, including the uncle and one of my cousins from Nevada and they haven't been able to visit for at least ten years.  The DJ was awful everything was 80's music and slow dance stuff... one of my cousins started to heckle him but I don't think he noticed.  The worst part was that my uncle told him to follow the requests and not any playlists he might have, but he played maybe 2 of the requests.  So we left the dance portion of the reception pretty early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a little over 2 weeks, on the 11th, I'm flying to Texas!  It'll be great to see Eric again and spend his 21st birthday with him.  It'll also be great to get away from home and work for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-4538186688719319863?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4538186688719319863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=4538186688719319863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4538186688719319863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4538186688719319863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/06/wedding-fun-and-flight.html' title='Wedding fun and a flight'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7571286545156355608</id><published>2010-05-18T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:26:46.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn genes...</title><content type='html'>I'm 21 years old and I might as well just shave my head cuz where my cowlicks theres very little hair left... SO long story short I might be bald by the end of the week.  I blame my mother cuz the bald gene is a X chromosome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start work tomorrow, yay... not.  Get ready for posts with me bitching about how stupid people are!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-7571286545156355608?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7571286545156355608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7571286545156355608&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7571286545156355608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7571286545156355608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/05/damn-genes.html' title='Damn genes...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-1295198713212019774</id><published>2010-05-12T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:31:50.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo!</title><content type='html'>Only a week left of school!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I forgot to mention that I had to take my piercings out... I couldn't figure out a way to do my job and keep them in at the same time... so I decided that rather than having them rip out and make me scream like a little girl the first time I pick something super heavy up, I'd take them out and let them heal.  I need to find a new way to be uniquely bizarre... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided that in July I'm going to go to Texas and visit Eric for his 21st birthday (I've talked about him in a previous post or two).  I haven't seen him in like a year and a half and I've missed him like crazy.  He's one of the few people who fully understands that nine times out of ten when I say something it's meant as sarcasm cuz he's the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh for anyone who hasn't checked out &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Torchy's blog&lt;/a&gt; he got himself a fondle and we should all be crazy happy for him! Go congratulate him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: thanks to Sethy's surprisingly disturbing and disgusting comment I feel the need to state that there is no strange infection and there will be no gangrenous migration to any other part of my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-1295198713212019774?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1295198713212019774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=1295198713212019774&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/1295198713212019774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/1295198713212019774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/05/woo.html' title='Woo!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7825969717109073256</id><published>2010-04-21T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:09:29.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I might be the only one</title><content type='html'>Am I the only person who feels that after a certain number of "homo-centric" adult films, the actors who are "straight" can no longer subscribe to that definition?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What brings this question to my mind is Corbin Fischer.  It's quite possibly my favorite... ahem... form of entertainment, but they sit there and label all of their models as straight or bi-curious.  Now this confuses me, these guys have had more sex with more guys than (I'm assuming) most of the people reading my blog... how many times do you have to have sex with another man before you can be called clinically gay or bi? I mean, these guys are obviously turned on by what's going on so I'm of a strong opinion that they're no longer entirely "straight."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway thats my rant for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, only 3ish more weeks of school!!!  WOO!  Then its time to start the summer job and get all toned up and tan again.  Cuz ya see, after 8 months of cold and snow, I lose my clearly defined four pack (I just can't seem to get those last 2 abs to show) and it turns to just a smooth stomach, and I'm ridiculously pale.  So as much as I hate the job by the end of summer I love what it does for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend was my nieces baptism, and it was only slightly awkward.  It was held at an ELCA (Evangelical Lutheran Church of America) church, so the service was weird to me.  I'm the godfather my sister was one of the godmothers and her two sisters were the others.  See now this is where it gets confusing...  My sisters are technically half-sisters from my mothers first marriage and the other two godmothers are from her ex-husbands second marriage.  So things were just a bit tense between the families since my mother and his wife don't get along (to put it nicely.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for my new jam of the past few weeks!  I first heard it as I was driving to Chicago to help my sister move into her new apartment in Milwaukee and I fell in love with it.  It's called Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap.  The video is from 500 Day of Summer, which I've heard is a great movie but I haven't actually seen it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1XAITacPM4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1XAITacPM4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8956906996779861785-7825969717109073256?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7825969717109073256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7825969717109073256&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7825969717109073256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7825969717109073256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-might-be-only-one.html' title='I might be the only one'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-8319854792394116576</id><published>2010-03-29T22:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:42:59.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>That the song Happy Birthday was bought by Warner Brothers from the man who wrote the lyrics for 1 billion dollars?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well get ready to pay Warner Brother's a small stipend BECAUSE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog is now 1 year old!!! HOORAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have thought that I could make it a whole year blathering on about the inane happenings of my life?  I find it interesting that at the beginning I posted uber regularly, and now... well not so much.  While I may not post as much as I used to I still read everybody else's bl&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und jetzt Schatzen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For putting up with me as long as you have.  MAN CANDY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=68389965&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=68389965&amp;amp;width=1337" height="660" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/68389965/"&gt;Matt_01&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://silkkiss.deviantart.com/"&gt;SilkKiss&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=155718025&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=155718025&amp;amp;width=1337" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/155718025/"&gt;The Boys - Suit Gone&lt;/a&gt; by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://fuzzyyak.deviantart.com/"&gt;FuzzyYak&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="548"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=158073776&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=158073776&amp;amp;width=1337" height="548" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/158073776/"&gt;BEEFCAKE CODY 4&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://jaescott30.deviantart.com/"&gt;jaescott30&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-8319854792394116576?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8319854792394116576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=8319854792394116576&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8319854792394116576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8319854792394116576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/03/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-994359331835520777</id><published>2010-03-23T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:47:28.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I've been considering coming out to more people.  Well by considering I mean thinking to myself, "Why the fuck am I hiding who I am from the people who know me?"  I mean if they decide that they don't want to be my friend just because I'm gay they can jump off a bridge and die.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But more to the point, why the hell do we have to come out in the first place why should anyone else care if I like guys?  Straight guys don't have to tell their parents that they like girls do they?  They don't have to sit down and have a tear filled conversation or a screaming match with their parents.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to say it but the most recent occurrence of me wanting to come out, was the other night when my mother was having a go at me.  I know that would have been the worst time EVER to come out to my parents, only resulting in more screaming, but all I could think about was just screaming "you know whats even better?  YOU HAVE A QUEER FOR A SON!"  But I held my tongue and didn't do anything rash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a feeling that one day it will just build up and I'll just go on Facebook and tell everyone the truth.  Get it over with in the quickest way possible and then just let all the haters bash away, and you know that those will be the first ones that I unfriend if they don't do it to me first.  I can just see the look on all the football jocks faces who got their kicks by calling me a fag and queer in high school when they find out they were right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, 6 days and my blog is 1 year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-994359331835520777?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/994359331835520777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=994359331835520777&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/994359331835520777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/994359331835520777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/03/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-751854953703012963</id><published>2010-03-14T15:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:00:30.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bad...</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in two weeks :(  I've just had nothing going on.  I go to school, I come home and read or listen to music or play video games.  Same routine every day, the only time it changes is when my sister brings my niece over.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could start running outside for a little variation, it's been 40+ degrees the past few days and its pretty amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait I do have something to talk about, I saw Alice in Wonderland last night!  It was amazing, such crazy graphics and characters!  It was like a drug trip with out the potential for a conviction or the nasty after affects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In  15 days its this blogs first birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-751854953703012963?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/751854953703012963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=751854953703012963&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/751854953703012963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/751854953703012963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-bad.html' title='I&apos;m Bad...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-8234565372220754055</id><published>2010-02-24T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:26:31.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potentially the best study EVER!</title><content type='html'>This was in an article on living longer and anti-aging techniques.  This will be paraphrased cuz I'm too lazy to type out the whole article.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slowing Aging... With Semen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Austrian researchers believe that a compound, known as spermadine, in human semen has a major effect on life span. It increases the life span of fruit flies by 30%, worms by 15%, and increases human cell life with 3 times as many immune cells living after 12 days compared to a untreated batch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now back to my witty repartee.  This study essentially shows that every gay man should live longer, if they don't spit that is.  I love stuff like this, I really want to know who thought to look in semen for an anti-aging material. I mean, I knew that there were fluids in semen that are meant to keep sperm cells alive in that evil place in a girls pants, but who would have considered alternate uses for it. Aek you should look into it and get some confirmation for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-8234565372220754055?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8234565372220754055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=8234565372220754055&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8234565372220754055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8234565372220754055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/02/potentially-best-study-ever.html' title='Potentially the best study EVER!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7073585529262391583</id><published>2010-02-15T21:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:59:28.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOOOOOOORRAAYYYY!!!!</title><content type='html'>The baby is here!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a girl and she was c sectioned out at 6ish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-7073585529262391583?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7073585529262391583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7073585529262391583&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7073585529262391583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7073585529262391583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/02/hooooooorraayyyy.html' title='HOOOOOOORRAAYYYY!!!!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-1863888240132913564</id><published>2010-02-12T21:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:43:02.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I freaking love the Olympics!</title><content type='html'>I'm watching the Vancouver opening ceremony as I type this and I've got to say its freaking amazing!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it doesn't come close to the my first remembered Olympic experience.  The first time I was allowed to stay up far past my bed time was to watch the 1994 Lillehammer closing ceremony.  I was 6 at the time so staying up till 10-11pm was a HUGE deal for me and the scope of the closing ceremony to me at that time was incredible.  Hundreds of people running around in sync jumping in and out of the snow battling the evil dwarfs, and I think even fighting a dragon (I could be wrong, I was 6) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've loved the Olympics since then and I watch as much of it as I can, even the "boring" stuff like ping pong or the grossly over muscled weightlifters.  I love it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The eye candy athletes don't hurt either (the summer Olympics are better for that tho... not so many layers.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-1863888240132913564?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1863888240132913564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=1863888240132913564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/1863888240132913564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/1863888240132913564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-freaking-love-olympics.html' title='I freaking love the Olympics!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-211477726041096077</id><published>2010-02-09T20:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:58:46.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>No baby yet...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister went in at 7am this morning they induced her and at 7pm she was still only 1cm dilated so they sent her home and shes gotta try again on Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super UGH!  I just want this baby to happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started Japanese tonight, it'll be interesting.  On the plus side theres a super cute boy in my class, don't know if hes gay but at least I'll have eye candy!  German was last night, that will be my second favorite language after Spanish.  Spanish is great for conversations but German is quite possibly the best language to be pissed off at someone in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-211477726041096077?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/211477726041096077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=211477726041096077&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/211477726041096077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/211477726041096077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/02/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17537187742882313891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-3683357781741067773</id><published>2010-02-03T22:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:48:09.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new?</title><content type='html'>Well, my sister will be induced on the 9th, so sometime next week Tuesday I should be an uncle.  She has decided that she'll try the first week by herself at home and if she gets really down she'll stay with us.  (Funny thing this... when I'm depressed I don't really tell anyone.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this Friday I'm going down to Milwaukee to visit my friends!  I haven't seen them in like 4 months so I'm pretty happy.  Also I get to go to the baptism of my friends baby, these two friends just happen to be the same friends after who's wedding I was in a car accident.  I just happen to not remember this accident due to a mild concussion...  Either way the baby is freaking adorable and there will be cake!  I love cake!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting really fed up with the Straight/Gay Alliance my school has... They keep volunteering me for stuff that I don't really want to do (one of my pet peeves.)  I also seem to have been promoted to a position of authority, since I'm the only one with balls enough to challenge the lezzie president.  Plus the faculty advisor keeps trying to change my religious beliefs, I didn't join to be converted to a new religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My main problem though is that we never do anything entertaining, since I've joined all we've done is go to meetings.  I've brought this up a couple times in the meetings and while I get support from the group, I'm the only one who's willing to do the work for it.  I can't be an activist all the time, I'm 21 years old and I need to associate with cute boys and have fun!  But its not a dating club (not what I want I just want to get to KNOW people not have random sex) its a social awareness group which means for every gay rights event we have to be there, we're not supposed to shop at stores that do not support gay rights, we are only to eat gay friendly foods and have to do the happy homo dance every time theres a rainbow (now I'm just being ridiculous but you catch my drift.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classes are going well, I start German and Japanese next week.  Arabic was canceled cuz there were only 2 people that signed up for the class... that's where the Japanese comes in.  My abnormal psychology class is really interesting, I now know why I'm insane! It's amazing how fast the cycle of procrastination sets in, I've only been in classes for 3 weeks, I only have said classes on Thursdays and Fridays, and I do my homework either the night before or in the 3-4 hours before class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS:  I've noticed like 6 of my newer followers are boy porn advocates.  If this is the case please stop following me, I don't not approve of that nor do I want my blog to be associated with anything to do with that industry.  Children are meant to be loved and cherished not exploited for some sick fantasy.  Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-3683357781741067773?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3683357781741067773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=3683357781741067773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3683357781741067773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3683357781741067773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2291686483081600823</id><published>2010-01-25T21:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:41:04.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate</title><content type='html'>50 Random things I love and hate, to celebrate my 150th post (which was the post before this one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love Malibu and cranberry!  It's my new favorite drink!&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate slush, snows fine rains fine but the mix of the two is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love the feeling when you crawl into bed and the sheets seem super soft.&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate chunks of tomato in anything.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love chicken fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate when lines take forever cuz some old lady is counting out change to pay.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love $7 skinny jeans after christmas clearance is the best!&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate when you cant find the size you need, especially in $7 skinny jeans (I only found 2 pairs.)&lt;br /&gt;9. I love Top Gear.&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate when people think I know/care about the finer details of the automobile. &lt;br /&gt;11. I love soccer.&lt;br /&gt;12. Watching soccer on TV makes me want to bash my skull against a very sharp object.&lt;br /&gt;13. I love a good book.&lt;br /&gt;14. I hate a good book that takes the first 15 chapters to become good.&lt;br /&gt;15. I love music and my collection is very eclectic.&lt;br /&gt;16. I hate posing for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;17. I love when a cute boy doesn't realize that hes cute.&lt;br /&gt;18. I hate when a cute boy knows hes cute and thinks hes the shit because his genetics were nice to him.&lt;br /&gt;19. I love when conversations are easy.&lt;br /&gt;20. I hate when it's easier to pull your own teeth out than carry on a chat with someone&lt;br /&gt;21. I love acceleration roller coasters, cars, airplanes all fun.&lt;br /&gt;22. I hate old roller coasters though, I get screaming head aches when they jostle me around&lt;br /&gt;23. I love large bills, I feel special when I have a $50 or $100 bill in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;24. I hate when I have 17 $1 bills in my wallet and if feels like I'm sitting on a rock.&lt;br /&gt;25. I love accents.&lt;br /&gt;26. I hate drives that are over an hour away.&lt;br /&gt;27. I loved kindergarten, 3 hour school days are the best idea ever.&lt;br /&gt;28. I hate getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;29. I love snow days.&lt;br /&gt;30. I hate cleaning my room.&lt;br /&gt;31. I love that feeling when you stand up to fast and it feels like your heads going to float off.&lt;br /&gt;32. I hate when that feeling goes to far and you pass out. (only happened once)&lt;br /&gt;33. I love a hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;34. I hate when I miss a spot when I shave.&lt;br /&gt;35. I love grandparents say unexpected things, like sex.  No grandparent should ever talk about sex when grandchildren are present.&lt;br /&gt;36. I hate when I crave salt and sweet in consecutive cycles.&lt;br /&gt;37. I love how in musicals everyone knows the dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;38. I hate how that can't happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;39. I love cooking.&lt;br /&gt;40. I hate the feeling when you have to cut through raw meat.&lt;br /&gt;41. I love shopping, when it's for me.&lt;br /&gt;42. I hate shopping for my mother, cuz god knows she can't pick out a decent outfit...&lt;br /&gt;43. I love when I know something for a class and I haven't studied it before.&lt;br /&gt;44. I hate when I can't think of a word when I know I know it.  Like I couldn't think of the word cashew the other day...&lt;br /&gt;45. I love the randomness of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;46. I hate when a movie looks really good and it ends up being crap.&lt;br /&gt;47. I love the word gestalt.&lt;br /&gt;48. I hate taking medicine.&lt;br /&gt;49. I love being skinny.&lt;br /&gt;50. I hate being volunteered for things that you don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now to not leave on a negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. I LOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS!!! Without you there would be no Drew, no blog, and no one to ramble all the insane thoughts that flit through my head at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2291686483081600823?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2291686483081600823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2291686483081600823&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2291686483081600823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2291686483081600823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/01/between-love-and-hate.html' title='Between Love and Hate'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-3079077512066092275</id><published>2010-01-23T14:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:04:34.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what</title><content type='html'>If my sister accepts my mother is considering giving her my bed for the time she's at our house.  Which puts me in the "guest room/middle sisters room."  Oh wait the baby will probably be in that room...which means I'm stuck on the couch or going over to my grandparents and sleeping there.  And who knows whats going to happen when middle sister comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least according to mothers machinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad on the other hand is about as excited as I am about this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely pissed that my mother would just assume that I would happily give up the bed that I had to fight for just to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do I say to her?  "No mom, I don't want Amanda to come and stay with us when she could be so depressed that she can't take care of the baby."  This would just make me seem like a giant douche, since I'm supposed to be the caring younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still smiling and nodding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-3079077512066092275?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3079077512066092275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=3079077512066092275&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3079077512066092275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3079077512066092275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/01/guess-what.html' title='Guess what'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-8366922789816795003</id><published>2010-01-22T17:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:39:07.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I seriously might die...</title><content type='html'>As most of you know my oldest sister is pregnant.  Yay, moms gonna be a grandma and I'll be an uncle!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for reasons that I'm not comfortable going into, my waste of atomic mass brother in law is... shall we say detained and will remain so for the first month of this babies life.  So last week my mother offered for her to stay at our house in case she went into labor early.  She declined (to my releif) because her nephew is living at her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my mother goes, "You know how you get the baby blues after birth?  Well I'm going to offer to let your sister stay at our house, cuz she knows how hard I had it after you were born."  I of course put on a smile and say I'm fine with it... as long as she doesn't take an hour in the bathroom like my other sister.  This of course is a total lie... it's bad enough that my mother has volunteered to babysit on her days off.  Meaning I'll actually be taking care of the child when I'm not at school cuz mother falls asleep the minute she sits down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, should she accept, my nights won't change that much... I can sleep through a smoke alarm as long as its between the hours of 10pm and 5am, so the baby crying won't disrupt my sleep schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared to smile and nod, while dying on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-8366922789816795003?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8366922789816795003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=8366922789816795003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8366922789816795003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8366922789816795003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-seriously-might-die.html' title='I seriously might die...'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-4233929047474169594</id><published>2010-01-18T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:25:25.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Freaking LOVE this song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zqb29B06fV8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/Zqb29B06fV8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/8956906996779861785-4233929047474169594?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4233929047474169594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=4233929047474169594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4233929047474169594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4233929047474169594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-freaking-love-this-song.html' title='I Freaking LOVE this song!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2584094014593552462</id><published>2010-01-18T07:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:27:05.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The only study that makes sense</title><content type='html'>10 things a woman should never say to a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are obvious ones like "I hate your mom," or "Do you think she's pretty?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most pertinent one after this weekend is #8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) “Are you sure you're okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Repeatedly. Even after he’s told you he &lt;em&gt;really is&lt;/em&gt; okay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we’re thrown off guard when our guy is uncharacteristically quiet. We’ll prod and probe, hoping to get to the bottom of their issue (and too often, we're absolutely sure it’s something &lt;em&gt;we’ve&lt;/em&gt; done). When in reality, there may not be a concrete reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men have bad days too — they can be moody, tired, or just generally not feel like talking. They’re only human! As hard as it can be, don’t read into it too much. Give him his space and keep yourself busy until he snaps out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask him what’s bothering him over and over again and the only honest answer will be “You.” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2584094014593552462?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2584094014593552462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2584094014593552462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2584094014593552462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2584094014593552462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-study-that-makes-sense.html' title='The only study that makes sense'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2559948526897059241</id><published>2010-01-13T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:53:33.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Since you asked</title><content type='html'>Here's all the juicy details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was complaining about how I'll end up watching my niece/nephew on the days my mom volunteered to babysit.  Faith goes "Once you have your own kids you'll understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceed to obliquely say that "It will take a few feats of modern science for that to happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me I can.  I ask her if she knew why I couldn't have children. She says yes, but forces me to actually say it.  So after about a minute of me going "I hate you,"  and "Fuck you Faith, you already know"  I told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torchy was right she kinda had a feeling and she took it fine.  The next day she invited me out to coffee (which I don't drink) with Will her other fab friend.  I told her if that this was her attempt to hook her gay friends up that I was going to kill her.  If she does try to set me up with someone he better be fucking hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and as far as my light, I didn't break the glass I pulled the chain thing that turns the light on out of the unit, so my dad will have to fix it this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2559948526897059241?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2559948526897059241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2559948526897059241&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2559948526897059241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2559948526897059241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/01/since-you-asked.html' title='Since you asked'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2759875667863387135</id><published>2010-01-12T22:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:49:37.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>I kinda broke my light in my bedroom while making my bed...  and I told Faith that I'm gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2759875667863387135?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2759875667863387135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2759875667863387135&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2759875667863387135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2759875667863387135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/01/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-1039046670322298515</id><published>2010-01-11T13:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:39:43.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fing channel 4</title><content type='html'>Channel 4, the station that apparently broadcasts Skins in the UK, feels that the content of certain episodes of Skins will violate my virgin American sensibilities and won't allow Youtube to play parts of the show.  F U channel 4 I've seen things that would make your wanker ears blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm feeling a bit down... I don't know what it is, could be that its just that I'm ready to get back to school and get shit rolling again.  Either way my "friends" piss me the fuck off, you know why?  I put this up as my facebook status "kinda depressed, kinda wanna get really fucked up,"  and you know who was the only person to ask me what was wrong?  Ben from Gay-Mid Schooler.  I've never even fucking met him and he cares more about me than people I've known for 17 fucking years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what fuck'em.  I put so much fucking effort into my relationships.  I'm the one everyone comes crying to when they have issues but when I feel like shit none of them want to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes start again on Thursday so I'll have shit to occupy my mind again, that should sort everything right back out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-1039046670322298515?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1039046670322298515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=1039046670322298515&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/1039046670322298515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/1039046670322298515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/01/fing-channel-4.html' title='Fing channel 4'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-8006070373016504086</id><published>2010-01-09T23:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:57:30.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I live vicariously</title><content type='html'>Over the last 3 days I have watched more YouTube than I really care to admit... Like I've stayed up till 2-3 am watching "my stories."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Agnes, I've got to go my stories are on," One of my great aunts would say that when she that when she had to leave her golf rounds to see her shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I've been watching Skins and all I'm going to say is that if the British accent had a corporeal form, I'd totally have sex with it. Hint, hint any takers :P?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verbotene Liebe, or at least the parts with the Christian and Olliver, is one of my favorites.  The guy on the right is Olliver (Jo Wiel) and on the left is Christian (Thore Schölermann).  Both are incredibly hot and the story isn't that bad (for being a soap opera.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/S0lmyLlRlnI/AAAAAAAAAII/s7mRpSfDkzA/s1600-h/joweilthorescholermann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/S0lmyLlRlnI/AAAAAAAAAII/s7mRpSfDkzA/s400/joweilthorescholermann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424980238433097330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other show that I've been watching is Fisica o Quimica a show from Spain, kinda like Skins or Degrassi.  I have to watch it with subtitles because even though my Spanish isn't that bad, they talk super fast and its got loads of colloquialisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the shows just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magically&lt;/span&gt; seem to have prominent gay characters...  I wonder why that might be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe dich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tschüs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-8006070373016504086?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8006070373016504086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=8006070373016504086&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8006070373016504086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8006070373016504086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-live-vicariously.html' title='I live vicariously'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/S0lmyLlRlnI/AAAAAAAAAII/s7mRpSfDkzA/s72-c/joweilthorescholermann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-4672766810587070853</id><published>2010-01-05T22:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:04:23.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT BURNS!</title><content type='html'>Back in high school I used to run every other day in the off season (when i wasn't playing soccer or running track).  I would run for a half hour every day which normally amounted to 3 miles, and then during the track season I would run anywhere from 4-5 miles a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over the last 3 years I haven't run at all (other than a quick jog to get something quickly), I'm so out of shape it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I ran for the first time, 5 min as a warm-up and then 10 min of solid running... I forgot that I had some of those muscles, I got half way through the 10 and I wanted to die, but I'm going to run at least every other night.  I need to get rid of the small pooch under my belly button, get my&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oKeLRIrZW9g/Sab-fHOhPmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G1KTAKb4sZA/s1600-h/illiac_muscle.jpg"&gt; belt &lt;/a&gt;back to what it used to be, and I need at least my 4 pack to show like it does in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning my legs will either feel like jello or burn, cuz no matter how much I stretch tonight those muscles haven't been used in far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-4672766810587070853?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4672766810587070853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=4672766810587070853&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4672766810587070853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4672766810587070853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-burns.html' title='IT BURNS!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-4983600611347185848</id><published>2010-01-04T22:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:37:22.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy freaking crap</title><content type='html'>Ok, I like to think my self a pretty patient person.  It takes a really long time for people to really set me off.  But seriously, this would put my patience to the test within 5 minutes of starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o39WQVq_W-s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o39WQVq_W-s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;I'm not a major klutz but with small objects this close together I would be knocking shit over left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I troll YouTube for interesting videos, hate me if you will :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-4983600611347185848?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4983600611347185848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=4983600611347185848&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4983600611347185848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4983600611347185848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-freaking-crap.html' title='Holy freaking crap'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7853660108735442664</id><published>2010-01-03T01:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:21:14.962-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Songs that get me dancing in the shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eXQXs3Lr0UA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/eXQXs3Lr0UA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvf--10EYXw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/dvf--10EYXw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JLGfto7p_Eg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/JLGfto7p_Eg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8956906996779861785-7853660108735442664?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7853660108735442664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7853660108735442664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7853660108735442664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7853660108735442664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay-music-songs-that-get-me-dancing-in.html' title='Songs that get me dancing in the shower'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-3617395489058185469</id><published>2009-12-30T18:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:48:02.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING!!!</title><content type='html'>OK Avatar is absofuckinglutely amazing!  I saw it today with my one of my best friends.  OMG the visual effects are stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-3617395489058185469?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3617395489058185469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=3617395489058185469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3617395489058185469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3617395489058185469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazing.html' title='AMAZING!!!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2992986047202070477</id><published>2009-12-25T18:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T18:56:08.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!  I feel fat...</title><content type='html'>The one thing I hate about Christmas is how much I have to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went over to my dad's cousin's house for her annual Christmas party.  That was loads of fun, I got to see my second cousins new baby boy hes freaking adorable!  Well he's like 6 months old now so not technically new but anyway...  I had a drink and one of my other relatives was all, "You can drink?  I still remember you when you were little!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight my grandparents and my aunt and uncle came over for dinner.  2 of their kids were supposed to come with but one was sick and the other wanted to spend time with his girlfriend.  So we have so much food I could feed a small army... hmm I wonder what it would take to lure an army home cough cough... fun.  For the next 3-4 weeks I'll be eating turkey and ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma has finally realized that she can't do all the stuff she used to do, maybe.  She fell down the basement stairs yesterday.  Shes fine,  just really sore and a few bruises on her thighs and back and a scrape on her head.  I told her that if she needed anything at all that she get her butt on the phone and call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2992986047202070477?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2992986047202070477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2992986047202070477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2992986047202070477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2992986047202070477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-i-feel-fat.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!  I feel fat...'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-6354205971689383826</id><published>2009-12-21T20:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:33:09.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of joys Christmas drama!</title><content type='html'>My waste of atomic mass brother in law is under house arrest for 2 1/2 years on a drug purchasing charge...  He's a fucking retard...  I have no idea what attracted my sister to him since I thought she was smarter than that.  The great part is that hes my soon to be niece/nephew's father, so now I have to worry about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I'm completely done with classes for the semester now and I'm all signed up for next semesters classes.  Abnormal Psychology, Race and Ethnic Diversity, Arabic, Spanish, and German.  That's right people 3 foreign languages, the class I was planning to take filled too soon and I needed 2 more credits to meet the full time student classification.  So next semester I need to balance out 3 entirely different languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that not much is going on right now, loads of prep for Christmas since we have dinner at our house Christmas day.  Which means I end up cleaning the house once a day... I've dusted everything at least 3 times now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my Christmas present for you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="609"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=144289678&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=144289678&amp;amp;width=1337" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="609"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/144289678/"&gt;TJ - Shadows&lt;/a&gt; by =&lt;a class="u" href="http://fuzzyyak.deviantart.com/"&gt;FuzzyYak&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-6354205971689383826?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6354205971689383826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=6354205971689383826&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6354205971689383826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6354205971689383826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/12/joy-of-joys-christmas-drama.html' title='Joy of joys Christmas drama!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-6720184822492690674</id><published>2009-12-12T01:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:06:38.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slightly...</title><content type='html'>Tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is that I totally got tipsy with my mother there, and she paid for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people she works with invited her out, cuz one guy won half a keg, and my mother being the social butterfly she is decided to take him up on the offer cuz we would be on the Ave anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my normal cherry vodka and Sprite but the bartender put in like 3 1/2 shots of vodka in the first drink and like 5 in the second one.  So my body is in a rather pleasant state of, "I see my arm move and then I feel it move."  I'm still coherent enough to use words like coherent, but my body feels fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd let you know.... Hic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-6720184822492690674?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6720184822492690674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=6720184822492690674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6720184822492690674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6720184822492690674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/12/slightly.html' title='Slightly...'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2674741869623351906</id><published>2009-12-10T16:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:52:39.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hail!</title><content type='html'>The mighty lord Under Armor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SyF2vC_yBJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/skkoCDxrYXo/s1600-h/2248033774_10170a9a7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SyF2vC_yBJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/skkoCDxrYXo/s400/2248033774_10170a9a7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413738777706366098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy I have Under Armor!!!  Without it I most definitely would have frozen my already tiny tush off while I was blowing the 14-18 inches of snow we had in on Tuesday night.  I woke up on Wednesday morning and the snow was almost to the windowsill in my bedroom.  All this on our first real snow, I'm just worried that if we get many more storms the snow piles on the streets will get so high that you cant see over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I am thankful  for that much snow cuz it canceled classes on Wednesday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of classes I took my Arabic final on Tuesday night, I hope I did alright on it.  Thankfully it was an open book final so unless my ability to read mysteriously failed me I must have done fine on it (I don't even know why we took a final, the teacher said that we passed the class regardless.)  Next week we're going out to eat for class, so I'll get to try some "authentic" Arabic food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester one of the classes I wanted to take filled up before I got registered, so in order to maintain the minimum 12 credits I need to stay on my parents health insurance I had to add another class.  The class I was hoping to take was a bio course worth 4 credits that would have put me at 14, but since that was full I threw German in to bump me up to 12.  So next semester I'm taking 3 languages!  Now I just need to keep them all straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2674741869623351906?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2674741869623351906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2674741869623351906&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2674741869623351906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2674741869623351906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-hail.html' title='All Hail!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SyF2vC_yBJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/skkoCDxrYXo/s72-c/2248033774_10170a9a7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2542651651841016289</id><published>2009-12-03T22:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:49:29.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Fun</title><content type='html'>Hey all!  Been a bit since it posted last but nothing incredibly exciting has happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from Starbucks, I was bored and wanted to do something so I met my friend Faith there.  Now I don't drink coffee, the smell kinda repulses me, but it didn't smell that horrible.  She had a paper to write so we chatted as she was typing.  It was a good time and Starbucks has really good polar bear frosted cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went over to my grandparents house because they needed my help to put the Christmas tree up.  So I'm getting the tree put together its a pre-lit fake tree so I'm hunting through all the branches for the plugs so it all lights up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get everything plugged together and I ask my grandma if all the ornaments were upstairs or if they were still in the basement.  She tells me that the box is right on the chair in the corner, now my grandpa is a woodworker and made ornaments for the family for 15+ years.  So there were literally 500 ornaments ( a large chunk of which got sent to the 5 sons.)  I know there are more boxes somewhere but my grandma is swearing up and down that the only box of ornaments is upstairs.  I go downstairs and bring up 2 boxes of ornaments and she was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had lunch she asked me what time I got home after Thanksgiving at my uncles.  I was silent for a second and then said "Grandma, I drove you home on Thanksgiving."  She goes "Oh god, that's right. I had completely forgot."  Now my grandma is 77 so forgetfulness is no surprise but it worries me sometimes that there really should be someone there to take care of her and my gramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2542651651841016289?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2542651651841016289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2542651651841016289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2542651651841016289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2542651651841016289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-fun.html' title='Thursday Fun'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-6101691436238803662</id><published>2009-11-25T16:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:46:01.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOT!</title><content type='html'>I totally rocked the face off that presentation!  That's not even the best part though, I took my math final before I gave the speech, so I'm pretty much done with 2 classes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to go to my Ethics class to listen to the other students projects, but other than that we eat the whole time.  I just hope they have my final graded by Monday, I'd like to know my score ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Thanksgiving! We always go down to my uncles' house and have lunch there, it's loads of fun and normally involves the family Mario Kart Tourney.  I'm usually in charge of keeping my younger cousins entertained, but seeing as they're 13-14 I think they can entertain themselves.  Now the only question is do I want to try the strange wines one set of relatives brings or not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-6101691436238803662?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6101691436238803662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=6101691436238803662&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6101691436238803662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6101691436238803662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/11/woot.html' title='WOOT!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-6992566832908764648</id><published>2009-11-25T09:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:15:26.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone who was willing to help me with my presentation!  I have a ton of really good info now, and I'm sure presenting it will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-6992566832908764648?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6992566832908764648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=6992566832908764648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6992566832908764648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6992566832908764648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-5464511946380218489</id><published>2009-11-24T21:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:32:49.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAHHHH!</title><content type='html'>I need your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need people from other countries to give me some of the ethical hot topics their country is dealing with.  For example, what is your countries stance on abortion and how do you feel about abortion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to chat with Torchy and Dzyan but Dzyan is offline now and Torchy has been kinda incognito for the past couple days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're willing to help I'll be online til midnight here (thats another 3 hours) and to 1pm tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either you guys help me or I have to BS a good chunk (all) of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE HELP!!!!  (I'll love you forever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::(EDIT):::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tracked down Dzyan and got his help!  Now I just need info from 2 more people and my presentation will be FABULOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-5464511946380218489?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5464511946380218489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=5464511946380218489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5464511946380218489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5464511946380218489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/11/aaaahhhh.html' title='AAAAHHHH!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-6617439627772104075</id><published>2009-11-23T23:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:44:10.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><content type='html'>I need to be out of this house before my mother babyproofs everything... So at what age do babies start crawling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is brought on by my sister having a baby this coming February.  We went changing table shopping tonight, and while we were at Babies'R'Us, my sister was looking at all the babyproofing stuff for cabinets and the corners of tables.  I told her that the only things she needed to babyproof were the electrical outlets and the cupboard where you keep your cleaning supplies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and I all made it through our childhood years alive, and I played with metal toys with small parts!  Parents need to teach their children not to put everything in their mouths, not give them oversized toys.  Parents need to let their kids play outside and eat dirt and scrape knees, not coddle them until they lose all ability to care for themselves.  Hell, my grandpa made it through the Great Depression and he made scooters out of broken roller skates and boxes.  If every fear of modern day parents came true none of us would be alive right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to know what she's having so I can put a name to it, I'm tired of saying "my niece or nephew,"  I just want to say one label!  Oh and for baby names they've picked Christopher Leroy for a boy  and Genevieve... ummm... forgot the middle name... for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-6617439627772104075?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6617439627772104075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=6617439627772104075&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6617439627772104075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6617439627772104075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugh.html' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2236529726912216899</id><published>2009-11-22T22:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:32:43.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>American Music Awards</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I just finished watching the AMA's and I have to say that I'm kinda shocked and horrified by Adam Lambert's performance.  I mean his publicists had a fit that he was on the cover of a gay magazine, and here he is shoving a guys face in his crotch and he's apparently into bondage since he had a guy on a leash and was whipping him with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam we all know that you're gayer than a three dollar bill, hell you're even more fabulous than me!  But in my defense I can't pull off the covered in glitter look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, loads of drama on Friday night which lead to a very nice walk with my father.  Assassin's Creed II is possibly better than sex and I can't wait for the threequel.   I'm planning on gorging myself on Thanksgiving, and I really need to go see New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited that school is almost over!  Just 3 more weeks and its Christmas break, now all I have to do is sign up for next semester's classes  and find a means of income...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2236529726912216899?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2236529726912216899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2236529726912216899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2236529726912216899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2236529726912216899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/11/american-music-awards.html' title='American Music Awards'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-4221043657967312876</id><published>2009-11-17T20:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:46:55.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The saga of S.A.G.A</title><content type='html'>Ok, so me being me, I started to get crazy nervous about a half hour before the meeting.  Which in my case means I either feel nauseous or incredibly hungry... I always felt that way before I ran a race in track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on track, I wander outside the room until noon 30 when the faculty adviser showed up.  As far as I know I'm totally the cutest guy there, but then again there's only like 4 or 5 college age students in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The president walks in with a total afro and a voice deeper than mine, and it's a girl.  But everyone seems nice and apparently I know at least one other member of the group, so it will be pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and somehow I got wrangled into working a table for AIDS awareness... Still don't know how exactly that happened but whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I damn near punched my Spanish teacher today, he was being a gigantic douche to everyone and me in particular.  The class is turned out to be a lot easier then I had expected, and by the time I really noticed how slow it was going I couldn't transfer up to the higher levels.  I could teach that class, and I'd be nicer about it than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my day... now I'm sitting at home watching Dancing with the Stars with my mom, finishing up this post before I go stealthily assassinate Italians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-4221043657967312876?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4221043657967312876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=4221043657967312876&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4221043657967312876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4221043657967312876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/11/saga-of-saga.html' title='The saga of S.A.G.A'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7592957831843574874</id><published>2009-11-16T21:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:37:35.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth talker</title><content type='html'>Tomorrows the big day!  It's all Biki's fault too, she's all "you should totally go find out whats up with the gay support group at your school."  So I went and talked to the faculty supervisor for S.A.G.A, Straight and Gay Alliance, and the next meeting is tomorrow at noon 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what do I wear?  What if I get a giant pimple in the middle of my forehead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jk jk I'm not that shallow.  I already had my outfit picked out last week when I talked to her :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make treats for my ethics class on the 15th of December... what to bake... Anyone got any good recipes for something so sweet it rots your teeth before it even gets close to your mouth?  I should bake a cake, I loves me some cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm a smoother talker than I ever thought.  I had to give a presentation today and I BS'd the whole thing, gotta say not the first time I've done it but its never gone so smoothly or believably before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is kinda random I know, but now I'm hungry for cake and the stuff from the grocery store just won't cut it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-7592957831843574874?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7592957831843574874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7592957831843574874&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7592957831843574874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7592957831843574874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/11/smooth-talker.html' title='Smooth talker'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-1933399647573934607</id><published>2009-11-13T14:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:06:06.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this shirt make me look gay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/Sv27y4RHi0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/5FNBJbwiVr0/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/Sv27y4RHi0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/5FNBJbwiVr0/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403681610686499650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I look totally amazing in this shirt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-1933399647573934607?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/1933399647573934607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=1933399647573934607&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/1933399647573934607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/1933399647573934607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/11/does-this-shirt-make-me-look-gay.html' title='Does this shirt make me look gay?'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/Sv27y4RHi0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/5FNBJbwiVr0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-3696882567868277179</id><published>2009-11-08T20:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:15:09.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments about my last post</title><content type='html'>I don't think I explained myself very well in my last post, even though it took me like an hour and a half to figure out how I wanted to word everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't intend for my theory to sound as a form of birth control.  I also didn't mean that there are more homosexuals now than there have been in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant we can be far more visible now, because there isn't so much pressure to have a family, whereas when populations were highly volatile being affected by disease and war, the pressure to carry on the family name and have children were much higher.  I'm sure that there were loads of gays in all of history, but they probably felt that the need to keep the family business in the family for generations would be more important than acting on their real desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Ryan:  I didn't intend to make it seem that gays would stop being gay, I meant that if i had to choose between having sex with men and saying screw the species and having sex with a woman to save our race, I would choose to propagate the species.  I wouldn't necessarily enjoy the act, but I would feel that keeping the human race would be more important.   Btw, I have a Yahoo Messenger and a Windows Live account (which as far as I can tell is msn) if you want to chat shoot me an email and I'll do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Naturgesetz:  I feel the knowledge that there are nations with an overabundance of people "promotes" more gay relationships in those countries that are better off.   I, at least, can not consciously have a woman bear my children when I know that there are children out there living in squalor, sure I would like to have a child that is biologically mine but I feel that if I adopted a child I would love it no less than if it had been created by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Aek, Micky, Mom(Biki):  I got nothing for you... as I cleared up the whole visibility thing in the third paragraph.  I also can't think of anything to contest/complement your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-3696882567868277179?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3696882567868277179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=3696882567868277179&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3696882567868277179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3696882567868277179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/11/comments-about-my-last-post.html' title='Comments about my last post'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2724440646898908099</id><published>2009-11-07T19:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:25:48.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thought</title><content type='html'>So as I said a few posts back my thought processes confuse the hell out of me sometimes, so this just kinda popped into my head and I went with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic for tonight's discussion is homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone noticed the increase in gay or lesbian population in the last, I don't know, 30 years?  Now to me there only seems to be a few options as to why this could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my "evidence" as to my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient Greece, famous for its art, philosophy and sciences.  Also well known for it's gay relationships.  Greece was and still is a challenging nation to get across on foot or even by car, meaning the city-states could never interact the way our cities do.  This essentially confined the cities to their respective valleys, meaning that when a city reached a certain point in population the need to reproduce declined so it could meet certain economic needs i.e. food, water, and shelter.  They lived within a society where their infant death rate was dramatically lower than the "barbarian" civilizations of ancient Germany and France, so they didn't need to reproduce like rabbits to maintain their populations.  Ancient Greeks, by my logic then, could concentrate on the things that made their civilization great, art, science, medicine and methods of sex that would result in overwhelming populations, cuz lets face it sheep skins aren't that great of contraception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fast forward to today, with almost 7 billion people on this planet right now we're getting close to fallout status.  Millions of people are starving, going without water, and living in slums.  We can no longer afford continue to populate the earth as rapidly as we do.  In leading nations such as the U.S. and most of if not all of Europe, there is an incredibly low infant mortality rate and our elderly generally live to be older than ever before.  After World War Two there was a dramatic baby boom, in my own family my grandparents had 5 sons.  Given these factors, and the already sorry state of the economy, we've subconsciously come to realize that we can't continue to expand our population as we have in the past, and have turned to homosexuality as an outlet for sexual needs without the danger of pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were a pandemic, a real one not this swine flu crap, that wiped out a large portion of the worlds population, I honestly feel that the homosexual population would decline dramatically in an effort to save the human species.  The drive to procreate is a huge part of all people, even gays, we've all heard stories about gay men and women fighting for adoption rights.  This drive would override all sexual preference in the person and turn into a need to preserve the tribe/pack/gaggle insert your favorite &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Collective_noun#Terms_of_venery_.28words_for_groups_of_animals.29"&gt;term of venery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's me waxing philosophical.  I know I'm insane, I myself don't understand how this topic came up in my head...  But sometimes strange things just dawn on me.  Sorry if this offends anyone... but it's my opinion, if you want to talk to me about it comment or send me an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2724440646898908099?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2724440646898908099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2724440646898908099&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2724440646898908099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2724440646898908099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-thought.html' title='My Thought'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-5307890063282357921</id><published>2009-11-07T11:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:46:40.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh!</title><content type='html'>I had a thought!  I know scary, right?  I am going to continue developing this thought today and make a very philosophical post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-5307890063282357921?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5307890063282357921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=5307890063282357921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5307890063282357921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5307890063282357921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh.html' title='Oh!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7635943762262589899</id><published>2009-11-06T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:13:24.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Post Today</title><content type='html'>So as I said this morning its&lt;a href="http://wolfsblog92.blogspot.com/"&gt; Wolfi's&lt;/a&gt; birthday, and you should all go wish him a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteer at the performing arts center in Appleton and this week they had Rent, I worked on Wednesday and saw loads of cute guys.  I also saw a woman's bare ass... when they were singing La Vie Boheme, the woman playing Maureen pulls down her pants and grinds on Benny the jerkoff trying to kick them out of their appartment/squat.  I've also decided that "I'll Cover You" will be my wedding song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been able to chat with Torchy, &lt;a href="http://unscheduledscenicroutes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Biki&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://mrgagaa.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mr. GaGaa&lt;/a&gt;!  I've also adopted Biki as my mother, she's totally awesome and her sense of humor is amazing and scarily similar to mine.  I put that chat box on the side for you guys to chat with me... so if you don't use it you're missing out on my amazing wit and humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that its been a pretty boring week.  Classes are as gripping and intellectually appealing as ever, and by those two adjectives I mean drab and mind blowingly slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some gratuitous eye candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="610"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=142742425&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=142742425&amp;amp;width=1337" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="610"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/142742425/"&gt;noviembre sin ti&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://quemas.deviantart.com/"&gt;quemas&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-7635943762262589899?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7635943762262589899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7635943762262589899&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7635943762262589899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7635943762262589899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/11/second-post-today.html' title='Second Post Today'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7871377821933682463</id><published>2009-11-06T01:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:02:09.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Is Wolfi's birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go wish him a happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably do another post later today but it's 1am and this boy should be asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night/good morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-7871377821933682463?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7871377821933682463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7871377821933682463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7871377821933682463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7871377821933682463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-6941660282020724451</id><published>2009-10-31T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:27:48.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>Well, all that work I put into getting my blood just right was for FUCKING NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted Faith (the girl I was going to the ave with) this morning and never got a response so I just figured she was at work and couldn't respond.  I texted her again tonight before I left, again no response, so I figured that she had her phone in her purse and didn't notice it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went down to the ave in hopes of finding her at The Bar, I know really original name for a bar, I sat around there for an hour getting complements on my costume and drinking my black cherry vodka and sprite, couldn't find her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried calling, "We're sorry, your service has been temporarily disconnected due to an overdue balance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm incredibly pissed off at this point, so I just say fuck it, drove home, and proceed to get screamed at when I asked if this months bill had been paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom didn't pay the mother fucking phone bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is currently trying to get the phones back working, but I don't know if they'll work tonight yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had one drink, I've been screamed at by my mother, and I've "stood up" people that I like because my mom can't manage her time well.  And she blames it on me that everyone expects so much of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too angry for hugs right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-6941660282020724451?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6941660282020724451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=6941660282020724451&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6941660282020724451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6941660282020724451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-6152390271703481951</id><published>2009-10-31T20:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:48:47.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My costume!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SuzoNXMNTmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/c5qQuQqkVuo/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SuzoNXMNTmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/c5qQuQqkVuo/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398945369571544674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found that if you put a little flour in the fake blood it thickens it up enough that it will stick,  otherwise it just ran down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing my camera with so hopefully I'll get some more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAINS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-6152390271703481951?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6152390271703481951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=6152390271703481951&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6152390271703481951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6152390271703481951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-costume.html' title='My costume!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SuzoNXMNTmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/c5qQuQqkVuo/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7192425715938793561</id><published>2009-10-30T17:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:10:23.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's the tops!</title><content type='html'>Torchy, the Prince of Perve, sent me some pics that really got my motor revving!  Seriously, you have no idea how excited I got when I opened that envelope and out came the pics of that hot ride.  I tell you what, it's beautiful.  Torchy knows how to take a great pic of a beautiful thing, I just hopes he knows how to handle his incredible abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, am talking about the AMAZING pictures of the Bugatti Veyron, you perverts.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/Sutv6pa9wVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CFOPaq8-KGw/s1600-h/Carsex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/Sutv6pa9wVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CFOPaq8-KGw/s400/Carsex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398531631675720018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three gorgeous pics he sent me were for my birthday, and although I just got them today, due to a clerical error in the post offices of England I'm sure, they are my favorite birthday present ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics bumped Torchy to the top spot on my unofficial boyfriend list. Now if only there weren't a few thousand miles of land and ocean between the two of us I could thank him in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA TORCHY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Dave you've got some competition :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-7192425715938793561?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7192425715938793561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7192425715938793561&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7192425715938793561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7192425715938793561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/hes-tops.html' title='He&apos;s the tops!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/Sutv6pa9wVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CFOPaq8-KGw/s72-c/Carsex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-5007991714341627773</id><published>2009-10-29T17:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:41:31.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hallows Eve</title><content type='html'>I think I figured out what I'm going to wear for Halloween.  I own a pinstripe suit and fedora, so I'm thinking a 30's era gangster, but I want to be a dead gangster with a bullet hole in my head.  So now I need to find someone who's good with makeup to shoot me in the skull, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured all this out while I was at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being at the mall, I'm pretty sure that high school boys are like 100 to the power of n hotter than they used to be.  My high school had 7-8 boys that I would have gone for, which is pretty decent considering there were only 700 students there.  I'm walking through the mall and there were like 60 guys that I'd totally hit on... if they weren't jail bait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombie hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-5007991714341627773?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5007991714341627773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=5007991714341627773&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5007991714341627773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5007991714341627773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-hallows-eve.html' title='All Hallows Eve'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7133880900580060010</id><published>2009-10-26T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:10:09.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HEEEY YOU GUYS</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my friend Faith invited me out on Halloween.  Now, if I want free drinks I need to dress up.  I haven't dressed up for All Hallow's Eve since I was... umm... 10 maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need costume ideas and that is where you fine gentlemen come into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo you have free reign to suggest anything... as long as I can go into public with it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-7133880900580060010?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7133880900580060010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7133880900580060010&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7133880900580060010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7133880900580060010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/heeey-you-guys.html' title='HEEEY YOU GUYS'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-5095554161440918365</id><published>2009-10-22T23:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:26:28.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The back of yo head is redikulus</title><content type='html'>I normally don't like MadTV, but I do like this skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4D0555EtAZ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/4D0555EtAZ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had people like that in movies...  They won't stop talking or they keep kicking the chairs behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this comes from me trying to look for the car crash scenes from the Blues Brothers movies on YouTube.  Cuz I just finished watching Blues Brothers 2000 and the car crash's always get me, I swear every time they change out the for the new model of police cruiser they made a movie and just wrecked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only reason I watched BB2000 was because last night I watched the Skeleton Key with Kate Hudson, and the voodoo in that movie reminded me that Erykah Badu, uses voodoo on Dan Akroyd, who I saw in Ghost Busters 2 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my thought process even confuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The lyric from the last post was from the Thong Song, and I put it in because they sang it on Glee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-5095554161440918365?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5095554161440918365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=5095554161440918365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5095554161440918365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5095554161440918365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-of-yo-head-is-redikulus.html' title='The back of yo head is redikulus'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-4501298069907795285</id><published>2009-10-21T22:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:49:43.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird question for you</title><content type='html'>Is it weird that I love the show Cougar Town?  It's about a woman who is trying to recapture her youth, by having sex with 20 year olds well one 20 y/o and he's hott, because she got pregnant right out of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got Courtney Cox from Friends, and Cristina Miller who was Dr. Cox's wife on Scrubs.  Its freaking hysterical, like I actually laugh out loud.  I never actually make noise when I laugh, I do more of this soundless chuckle thing it's normal to me but my friends think its strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...  My pops is flying to Texas tomorrow.  His boss bought 3 or 4 new semis (lorries for all my British readers) and he gets to go down in the company jet and drive them back with the other guys he works with.  This will probably be the only time he ever sees that jet, his boss is a bit of a miser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck... Name that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-4501298069907795285?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4501298069907795285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=4501298069907795285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4501298069907795285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4501298069907795285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/weird-question-for-you.html' title='Weird question for you'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-8862741979599185431</id><published>2009-10-16T12:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:28:13.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost done!</title><content type='html'>I'm a month  ahead of the scheduled finish for my math class, so that means I'll be completely finished with it 2 weeks before Thanksgiving!  The best part is once I take that final I don't have to go back to that classroom for the rest of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song that I found on Itunes and I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VHqLrOUO71o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/VHqLrOUO71o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/8956906996779861785-8862741979599185431?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8862741979599185431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=8862741979599185431&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8862741979599185431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8862741979599185431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/almost-done.html' title='Almost done!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7326533820119954946</id><published>2009-10-11T20:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:54:09.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>Today we had a voters meeting at church to call a new pastor, cuz our current pastor is 60 years old.  The president of the congregation comes up to us and goes, "Would you and Dave be willing to count the ballots?"  I just shake my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls me by the wrong name EVERY TIME he sees me, and I just want to scream that my name is DREW.  I mean honestly is it that hard of a name to remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secretary calls my name in the roll call and 2 minutes later the pres. calls me Dave again, I say to my dad, "5 bucks says he calls me Dave at least 2 more times by the end of the meeting."  Now, my father being a wise man declined the bet, cuz he would have owed me money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally these call meetings go for like 3 hours because of all the things that need to be taken into account when making a call.  These range from the age of the pastor, whether he has children and how old they are, and other items like that.  So I was surprised when it only took an hour and a half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're calling a pastor from Florida, I almost feel bad asking him to move from balmy and beautiful to frigid and frozen.  If he returns the call (declines it) we'll do the whole voting process over again, and again until a pastor decides to accept our call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-7326533820119954946?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7326533820119954946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7326533820119954946&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7326533820119954946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7326533820119954946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-4956552382812764987</id><published>2009-10-09T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:16:29.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nom Nom Imma Eatcha</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="610"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=137236468&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=137236468&amp;amp;width=1337" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="610"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/137236468/"&gt;omnomnom&lt;/a&gt; by `&lt;a class="u" href="http://ladytwiglet.deviantart.com/"&gt;ladytwiglet&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I think this pic is adorable, found it on DeviantArt one of my new favorite websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to this &lt;a href="http://grugru356.deviantart.com/favourites/#men"&gt;Drew's Fav's&lt;/a&gt; and I'm pretty sure you'll be able to figure out why :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really exciting going on right now, just classes and job hunting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-4956552382812764987?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4956552382812764987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=4956552382812764987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4956552382812764987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4956552382812764987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/nom-nom-imma-eatcha.html' title='Nom Nom Imma Eatcha'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-523552503800911202</id><published>2009-10-07T12:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:50:45.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News!</title><content type='html'>I may not have to get braces again!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the oral maxillofacial surgeon yesterday to talk about the splint my dentist recommended, this splint would essentially rip my jaw forward in an attempt to catch the cartilage cup/disc/thing that sits in between your jaw and skull.  Now to get the disc back where its supposed to be would require the slow process of working it back with braces.  This would supposedly stop my jaw from cracking forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the oral surgeon recommended that I get a different kind of splint, its essentially a mouth guard that I would wear at night to keep me from clenching or grinding my teeth.  Now, it won't stop my jaw from cracking but it will reduce the frequency and the possibility that my jaw will lock open or closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get my way I'm going with the second option cuz I really don't want braces again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for no metal mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-523552503800911202?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/523552503800911202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=523552503800911202&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/523552503800911202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/523552503800911202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting News!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2225131680378594834</id><published>2009-10-06T09:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:40:49.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RLS (restless life syndrome)</title><content type='html'>I want to do something, anything that doesn't involve being in the state of Wisconsin.  Right now, not over the weekend, not over any of the school breaks, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I want to do really bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to climb El Capitan in Yosemite , I want to go white water rafting, I want to base jump into the freaking Grand Canyon.  Anything to get some adrenalin and excitement into my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being responsible sucks.  I wish I could just drop everything I'm doing and go live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this drive to do something is so strong because I know winter is going to set in soon and everything just turns so bland with all the white and gray...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2225131680378594834?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2225131680378594834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2225131680378594834&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2225131680378594834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2225131680378594834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/rls-restless-life-syndrome.html' title='RLS (restless life syndrome)'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2527204222621058172</id><published>2009-10-03T18:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:11:16.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wonder...</title><content type='html'>If I read books too fast, if i don't take the time to appreciate the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I finished Breaking Dawn about 15 minutes ago.  Yes, I read Eclipse in about 10 hours and Breaking Dawn in 9 or 10.  I stayed up to 3am this morning reading... sometimes I get so engrossed in something that I just don't feel the need to stop.  This should be fairly evident in the fact that I finished 4 books with at least 600 pages a piece  However, I do know when I have to stop, I get crazy hungry when I'm up past 2 and a hungry me is not a happy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed the Twilight Saga, it's definitely on my list of rereads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone besides me read Wraeththu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't, its by Storm Constantine and I loved it so its high on my recommendation list.  Go buy it, the subject matter will probably surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs from your literary nerd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2527204222621058172?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2527204222621058172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2527204222621058172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2527204222621058172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2527204222621058172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title='Sometimes I wonder...'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-736096496491035951</id><published>2009-10-01T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:41:39.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated and cold</title><content type='html'>So, a few days ago it turned really freaking cold.  There were 30+ mph winds, it was absolutely frigid.  It really hasn't gotten much better, still cold and windy.  Winter is not supposed to hit this rapidly, even in Wisconsin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so a while back my mom changed jobs, I had high hopes that this would relieve some of the stress she had.  Well apparently, I raised my hopes a little too high...  I won't go into details.  I just have to tell myself that as soon as I save up enough cash, I'm going to find an apartment and a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, as to the question about why my boss doesn't go to church.  He was raised Catholic, and married WELS (Wisconsin Evangelical Lutheran Synod).  Another thing is that he essentially lives at the shop, I'm not joking there were a few weeks where I don't think he went home, so on Sundays he's taking care of some aspect of owning a business.  He does come every so often, but only when business is really slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to dreamland, someone come snuggle with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-736096496491035951?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/736096496491035951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=736096496491035951&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/736096496491035951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/736096496491035951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/10/frustrated-and-cold.html' title='Frustrated and cold'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-8492089281247288574</id><published>2009-09-29T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:48:58.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>It's only Tuesday and I feel exhausted.  It probably doesn't help that I stayed up to 2:30am on Sunday or was it Monday, I don't remember, finishing "New Moon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone noticed how SMOKING Taylor Lautner is?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SsLRYYdv9tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NY5h_qKwCzQ/s1600-h/23464247595960-21055808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SsLRYYdv9tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NY5h_qKwCzQ/s400/23464247595960-21055808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387098321102829266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I go relieve some umm... tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the only reason I will see the movie.  Well, thats not true most of the other guys are gorgeous too, not Robert Pattinson though he looks like he's done too many drugs for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited for Where the Wild Things Are!  It looks SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm off to bed... I have some papers to write in the morning.  Well, they're not really papers but more... random thoughts written typed up and called a journal.  Literally that's how my prof described them to us when she gave us our syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-8492089281247288574?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8492089281247288574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=8492089281247288574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8492089281247288574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8492089281247288574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SsLRYYdv9tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NY5h_qKwCzQ/s72-c/23464247595960-21055808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-524224315436579427</id><published>2009-09-28T17:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:28:13.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend was Oktoberfest in Appleton.  We always go, every year for as long as I can remember.  Oktoberfest is held on College Avenue downtown.  I love going, I normally eat oodles of great food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year though I just had a Tiger Paw.  Now for those of you who don't know what that is... It is also known as an Elephant Ear, and it is basically bread dough, deep fried and covered in sugar.  SOOO GOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Sunday so we start at church.  Now I have the INCREDIBLE pleasure of going to the same church as my boss... well my boss's wife.  She's never been incredibly polite or nice at all, but last year when she had a stroke she lost what little filter she had for her contempt of humanity.  So yesterday we're leaving church and she goes, "So WHEN are you coming back to work?  We're swamped right now and could use all the extra help we can get."  I reply politely that I was supposed to start back up in October and that I would get my schedule of availability to him the next day.  When I was really thinking, "Listen, he has my home and cell phone numbers if he were really SOO busy that he needed me, why didn't he call?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, both my parents now know about my piercings.  They pretty much just shook their heads and said I was crazy, but I knew that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is getting married soon, in Oconomowoc (some of you might need help pronouncing that one).  My uncle sent an email saying he was reserving a block of rooms for everyone for after the reception, but he didn't say in the message where the wedding was... that's my uncle for you.  If I remember correctly the wedding will be next spring/early summer, so that will be nice.  I think he did it cuz he remembered that after the last wedding I went to I got into a car accident driving home... totaled my car, maybe I'll do a post about that next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents are good, crabby and stubborn as usual.  According to my grandfather every major league athlete who has long hair is a homosexual, now this has been toned down cuz he seems to enjoy saying queer loud enough that people two blocks down can here.  Oh to be born during the Great Depression, go through WW II, have 13 grandchildren, and be 86.  Like I said my family's pretty crazy.  I still love him though, even if he doesn't necessarily condone homosexuality he will tolerate it since the guy across the street lives with his boyfriend.  What can you do with old people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-524224315436579427?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/524224315436579427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=524224315436579427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/524224315436579427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/524224315436579427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-8642996987506857605</id><published>2009-09-23T22:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:03:17.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drew's Fav Song of the Week #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TpG3BxRctQ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/TpG3BxRctQ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the little pop ups, they are too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss the memo that says we have to make a celebratory post for our 100th post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz after this I hit it 4 posts ago... so... um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 100TH POST!!! KINDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any classes tomorrow!  So I'm heading over to my grandparents for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably go talk to my boss at work about setting up my schedule for the winter, I need some cash flow again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also really start looking for alternate work, I really don't want to spend another summer breaking my back for $9 an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-8642996987506857605?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8642996987506857605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=8642996987506857605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8642996987506857605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8642996987506857605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/drews-fav-song-of-week-11.html' title='Drew&apos;s Fav Song of the Week #11'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-5035153618529797662</id><published>2009-09-22T22:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:34:19.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I too have been tagged</title><content type='html'>Ahlan, ismee ana Drew! (Hello my name is Drew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler from Thoughts of a Gay Boy in Highschool is playing a fun little game, you make a mosaic of pictures answering questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Where are you from? (you can choose to answer with your country, state/province, or city)&lt;br /&gt;2) What' your favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;3) What's your favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;4) What's your ideal/favourite (future) job/career?&lt;br /&gt;5) What's your favourite thing about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;6) What's the place you most want to visit?&lt;br /&gt;7) What's your favourite body feature on someone else?&lt;br /&gt;8) What's your favourite Movie?&lt;br /&gt;9) What's your favourite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;10) Choose one word that best describes you&lt;br /&gt;11) What time period would you most like to have lived in? (in the past)&lt;br /&gt;12) What's the next thing you're (probably...) going to purchase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SrmSKHaIHVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9BIVmAh2KBk/s1600-h/mosaic84ff28f91e5c57b9cd2061b1a241fd503814efc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SrmSKHaIHVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9BIVmAh2KBk/s400/mosaic84ff28f91e5c57b9cd2061b1a241fd503814efc6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384495531983117650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;2. Spaghetti Pie&lt;br /&gt;3. Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;4. World Traveler think Anthony Bourdain&lt;br /&gt;5. Everything, I wouldn't be me without all the bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;6. London or Mexico City, ahem... you know why&lt;br /&gt;7. Abs&lt;br /&gt;8. Fight Club!!!&lt;br /&gt;9. GLEE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. Musical&lt;br /&gt;11. Ancient Greece&lt;br /&gt;12. Black Chuck Taylors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave, what if the love babies looked like Torchy, HMM? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Arabic was pretty fun and the whole 3 different ways to write the letters isn't really that bad.  Now, I just have to learn to read and write from right to left.  My teacher is originally from Iran, so it's not like I've got some guy who thinks he knows what he's saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know something?  There are only 4 students in the class.  That officially makes it THE smallest class I have ever been in.  But it should be really good, there are 10 or 12 Egyptian students at my college and they might come in to talk with us.  Nothing like total immersion to teach you a language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'a s-salaama (goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-5035153618529797662?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5035153618529797662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=5035153618529797662&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5035153618529797662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5035153618529797662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-too-have-been-tagged.html' title='I too have been tagged'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SrmSKHaIHVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9BIVmAh2KBk/s72-c/mosaic84ff28f91e5c57b9cd2061b1a241fd503814efc6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-5791317444075387313</id><published>2009-09-21T21:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:53:06.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry and random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Sorry to everyone who was unable to watch the clip... it was a bit from Saturday Night Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has seen it before its called "Really!?!" It was about Kanye West, and for those who didn't see it probably the best line in it is, "Kanye if you see an old lady holding a "Worlds best Grandma" mug and you think you know a better grandma, don't slap it out of her hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my piercings seem to be healing nicely.  Just a little bruising around the left one, but otherwise okay.  I haven't been sleeping all that well because of them though... I can't sleep on my stomach for a while and I stay half awake cuz I'm afraid I'll roll over onto them.  It's kinda like when you know you have to be up early so you keep looking at the clock even though its like 5 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tomorrow I start my Arabic class!  I'm kinda nervous, but in all I'm more excited.  The thing I'm most worried about is the writing, I mean there are three different ways to write EACH letter, EACH!  If the letters at the beginning of the word you write it like this, if it's in the middle you do that, and at the end is something completely different.  How will I remember it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone noticed how we all defer anything medical to Aek?  I would just like to say that should we ever find out who or where Aek is, he'd probably be able to start a profitable private practice based entirely on a gay/bi clientele.  Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-5791317444075387313?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5791317444075387313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=5791317444075387313&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5791317444075387313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5791317444075387313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-and-ramdom-thoughts.html' title='Sorry and random thoughts'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-692776848300676142</id><published>2009-09-20T19:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:51:46.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/P6_PeKh3SBGHTwImF025qA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/P6_PeKh3SBGHTwImF025qA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really exciting today... Went to The Little Farmer, an apple orchard on Lake Winnebago, for some caramel apples and pies and such.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told/showed my mom about my piercings and just got a "Man you're weird."  I told her at church cuz I figured she wouldn't make a scene there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great chat with Fer last night and I got a chance to talk Dave too!  In this conversation I agreed to carry his love babies, so despite the technical difficulties involved, I'm sure Aek can figure out a solution with his medical expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-692776848300676142?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/692776848300676142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=692776848300676142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/692776848300676142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/692776848300676142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-stuff.html' title='Funny Stuff'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-5037532881849410358</id><published>2009-09-18T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:36:32.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Third post fof the day</title><content type='html'>Fer asks and he shall recieve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew's Fav song of the week #10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TAP5Sr3R638&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/TAP5Sr3R638&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British band Muse just had their first show in the states at the VMA's, where they rocked the faces off the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of other good songs like Super Massive Blackhole, Time Is Running Out, and Knights of Cydonia.  Check them out if you like a bit of rock in your morning cereal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-5037532881849410358?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5037532881849410358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=5037532881849410358&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5037532881849410358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5037532881849410358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/third-post-fof-day.html' title='Third post fof the day'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-5005037484449077000</id><published>2009-09-18T20:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:30:29.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since Torchy Asked (gory details included.... blame him not me)</title><content type='html'>As Torchy mentioned in one of my previous posts I had this pic of myself.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SrQvcNuw3uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VuxQa5uHqqU/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SrQvcNuw3uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VuxQa5uHqqU/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382979616383229666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this pic I am mysteriously hairless, while in the previous post I am fuzzy.  Now, I understand being hairy is something guys have to deal with, but I for the most part do not enjoy being so.  Chest hair just bothers me, I don't know why but it does.  So every once in a while when I'm feel like being an over achiever I'll shave my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shave with an electric razor cuz I'm lazy... so normally I use my preshave alcohol stuff to numb and go from my face south.  I use the sideburn trimmer to shorten anything long and just shave the rest.  I pretty much just do the trail and shape the top of the... ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it gets all stubbly when it grows back in, and yes it itches like a trucker.  I've never noticed any lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said this is only done on for when I'm feeling ambitious, and I've been lazy lately so I'm furry.  I have considered just doing my chest cuz its been irritating me, I have alot of V-neck shirts (not really deep V's but deep enough) and it bothers me when it shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-5005037484449077000?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5005037484449077000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=5005037484449077000&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5005037484449077000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5005037484449077000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/since-torchy-asked-gory-details.html' title='Since Torchy Asked (gory details included.... blame him not me)'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SrQvcNuw3uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VuxQa5uHqqU/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-5652348421674351007</id><published>2009-09-18T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:58:30.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The deed is done</title><content type='html'>I now have 4 extra holes in my body.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SrPkS6LplmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pHBhI2lujls/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SrPkS6LplmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pHBhI2lujls/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382896993144772194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should take about 6 months to fully heal, but as long as my body doesn't reject them I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My act of rebellion is now complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RN who did the piercing was going through all the safety measures I should do to make sure that I don't hurt myself, "Now you can't sleep on your stomach for a while, and you have to be really careful during sexual activity."  I just kinda had to laugh at that... I go "Oh I don't have to worry then, besides getting these done without my parents knowing, I'm generally the "good boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly the thing that hurt the most was the clamp she put on to pull the skin up.  I mean, I felt the needle going through but it was pretty much just like donating blood.  When she put the barbell in it stung a bit cuz the threads on it catch a little skin, but otherwise it wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-5652348421674351007?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5652348421674351007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=5652348421674351007&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5652348421674351007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5652348421674351007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/deed-is-done.html' title='The deed is done'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SrPkS6LplmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pHBhI2lujls/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7323839801150950987</id><published>2009-09-17T15:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:45:12.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The story</title><content type='html'>First, totally had a great chat yesterday with &lt;a href="http://lovelessinmexico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fer&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so in my &lt;a href="http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/yum.html"&gt;Yum&lt;/a&gt; post I talked about how my ears were weird and I said that there was a story behind it so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was carried for an extra month, my original due date was sometime in August.  Well that came and went and my mom was a little concerned, so they went to the doctor to get a checkup.  Doc said that I was fine and that as long as there was no stress on me or my mother, I would come when I was ready to come.  So, on the 5th of September at about 11pm I decided to come, well... about half way through i decided to be a brat and be born facing up instead of down or down instead of up (I obviously can't remember I had more important things to worry about, like "why am I being squeezed out like tooth paste?").  So they gave up on trying to turn me over and just pulled me out with a suction cup (my sisters would tell me they did it with a toilet plunger when i was older...) at about 1am on the 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, because I was carried an extra month my skin had started to dry out, so I shed like a snake.  That and my ears were folded in on themselves, I know "DREW, you're really weird!"  Anyway, within an hour of my birth I had a plastic surgeon figuring out what to do to fix it.  So, for the first few weeks I basically had sticky putty behind my ears and masking tape on the lobes to flatten them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, my ears stick out a little farther than "normal" ears, which led to hours of me being called Dopey (like the dwarf from Snow White) or Dumbo... Children can be so mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know the story of my strange birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another fun fact is that my dad almost passed out in the delivery room LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: MATTHEW FREAKING LUSH COMMENTED ON MY LAST POST!!!!  I'm in total awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps:  Torchy, why don't I ever get invited to the movies?  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-7323839801150950987?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7323839801150950987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7323839801150950987&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7323839801150950987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7323839801150950987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/story.html' title='The story'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-6535746969709654382</id><published>2009-09-15T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:25:03.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum</title><content type='html'>I'm totally eating half a watermelon right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also yummy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SrBPSDJJY1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/LN-k0066tIs/s1600-h/Bugatti-Veyron-028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SrBPSDJJY1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/LN-k0066tIs/s400/Bugatti-Veyron-028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381888726207652690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bugatti Veyron.  In my opinion the very definition of sex on wheels.  It also costs 5 million pounds to make one car.  So, seeing as most of us will never see that kind of money in our lifetimes, I will definitely be taking Torchy up on that offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my "I turned 21 lets do something stupid" plan, I haven't done it yet.  I'm doing some research on what I'm planning.  I'm thinking of getting my hips pierced, cuz I think its kinda hot.  Plus, piercings only leave scars that will tan out after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SrBXU8N0vsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UuYzB_pwG-w/s1600-h/Lush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SrBXU8N0vsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UuYzB_pwG-w/s400/Lush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381897571980852930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matthew Lush, of some Youtube fame, is a perfect example for pierced hips.  I think its the best choice as it's fairly inconspicuous and not permanently permanent like a tattoo would be (although I want at least one of those too). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I will NEVER EVER EVER do is gauge my ears.  It's SO weird to me, "Yay, I've stretched my ears to the point where I can put a dinner plate in there!!!  Now, how do I get back to normal?"  My ears already look weird enough the way it is, there's a story about that for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-6535746969709654382?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6535746969709654382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=6535746969709654382&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6535746969709654382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6535746969709654382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/yum.html' title='Yum'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SrBPSDJJY1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/LN-k0066tIs/s72-c/Bugatti-Veyron-028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-470099776874301348</id><published>2009-09-14T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:24:15.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailout is a dirty word</title><content type='html'>Normally it would be me who has to ask for some spare cash to make sure I can pay for my gas or some such thing.  I mean, I'm the irresponsible 21 y/o who hasn't balanced his checkbook in, umm, since I opened the account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I get to loan my pop five hundred dollars to make sure he can cover one of the bills, which he forgot would be withdrawn this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely fine with having to do this, they're my parents and it's eventually going to be taking care of them one way or another, but I didn't think it would be this soon.  Oh well, he'll pay me back by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Watching Top Gear right now and I will officially have sex with anyone who owns a Bugatti Veyron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-470099776874301348?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/470099776874301348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=470099776874301348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/470099776874301348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/470099776874301348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/bailout-is-dirty-word.html' title='Bailout is a dirty word'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-3216925265720904455</id><published>2009-09-13T17:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:04:26.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>Well as the title says I'm back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hibachi is freaking DELICIOUS, OMG I had swordfish (something I've never had before) with teriyaki on it and it was amazing!  The rice was freaking good too.  I'm definitely going to more hibachis.  We went there for dinner on Saturday night, and it was a blast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Friday night and the Safetysuit concert goes, that too was amazing but in a slightly different way.  Ok, Safetysuit has been in the VH1 Top 20 Countdown for a few weeks now, so every other college in the area was apparently begging to be allowed to have students come to this concert.  Well, apparently they weren't allowed... so out of a school of 750ish there were maybe 250 students at the concert... to me this is kinda depressing, they could have filled the entire gym with people if they would have invited other schools, but we took up less than a quarter of the gym.  Sometimes I'm really glad I don't go to that school anymore, they just don't make wise decisions...  They could have made a nice profit off the concert if other schools could have come, I mean even if they charged $5 for a ticket, that's still a hefty chunk of change when you have four to five thousand people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong the concert was really good and I was literally 10 feet from the lead singer (who's pretty freaking sexy).  The two songs that I'm really familiar with were well done, and the sound quality (for being in a gym) was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two negatives that I can think of.  Firstly, not to be critical, but the lead mic was a bit too quiet.  Secondly, the douche's who started moshing were irritating as hell, they kept bumping into people in the crowd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't figured out the best way to get the pics I took off my phone, but I hopefully will be able to show you them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-3216925265720904455?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3216925265720904455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=3216925265720904455&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3216925265720904455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3216925265720904455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-6992830028359454661</id><published>2009-09-12T11:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:50:55.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Away for another day</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,  I'm in Milwaukee for the weekend.  Lots to talk about and if I can get the pics off my phone I can show you the Safetysuit concert that was at my old school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-6992830028359454661?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6992830028359454661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=6992830028359454661&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6992830028359454661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6992830028359454661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/away-for-another-day.html' title='Away for another day'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-3044373916265939658</id><published>2009-09-10T16:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:43:26.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I fixed it... I hope</title><content type='html'>OK, so I have the comment box popping up in a separate mini frame now.  Hopefully this fixes it for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it didn't... I'll cry and then try something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if it's still all hinky or if its good, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-3044373916265939658?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3044373916265939658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=3044373916265939658&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3044373916265939658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3044373916265939658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-fixed-it-i-hope.html' title='I fixed it... I hope'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-8940259748279185689</id><published>2009-09-10T12:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:10:19.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnit....</title><content type='html'>I've now had like 5 people tell me they're having trouble commenting on my blog and I can't figure out why...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has to do with my template, but I cant figure out any way of fixing it.  If anyone is good with HTML or has any handy tips for me on fixing it, TELL ME! PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-8940259748279185689?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8940259748279185689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=8940259748279185689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8940259748279185689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8940259748279185689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/damnit.html' title='Damnit....'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-3433520198631253137</id><published>2009-09-10T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:31:49.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Out</title><content type='html'>So, last night I went out to the Ave, College Avenue in Appleton,  for my friends 22nd birthday.  The Ave has one of the highest concentrations of bars in the area so everyone goes there to do a death march(hitting every bar on the street) for their 21st bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my parents knowing that I'm such a WILD guy, gave me the "if you get a DWI you're off the car insurance and you have to find your own car speech"... thanks for the vote of confidence pops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So knowing that I had to drive home AND I never really want to lose control of myself or my functions, I had 2 drinks in 4 hours.  Now pathetic as that may seem, it was my first time out so I was just trying to figure out what tasted decent to me.  I have found that I don't really like Captain and Coke, it's a little to bitter for me, however; black cherry vodka and sprite is pretty decent.  Plus they were $4.50 a piece, that's what like 7 euros if I can remember the exchange rate, which is re-freaking-diculous, if you look at what they use and how much everything actually costs, they are making like 3.75 in profit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out for pizza after, which was good.  I would have preferred something deep fried... I was craving some chicken tenders, but there's only pizza places and "fine dining" on the Ave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So totally NOT hung over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-3433520198631253137?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3433520198631253137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=3433520198631253137&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3433520198631253137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3433520198631253137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-time-out.html' title='First Time Out'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2162987119775396423</id><published>2009-09-08T19:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:47:58.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and Future Drama</title><content type='html'>Wednesday's are now my favorite night EVER.  First there's So You Think You Can Dance AND Glee!!!  Two of my all time favorite shows.  SO EXCITED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm going to be an uncle.  Now normally I'd be happy about this, but there will been a lot of issues to wade through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've told you this but I have 2 older sisters.  My oldest is 31 years old, the middle is 26, and I'm 21.  Wanna know something weird?  There are exactly 5 years 2 months separating us all.  My sisters are technically half-sisters, my mom divorced her first husband after he took a swing at her and broke his hand on the door frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so back to the story.  My oldest sister is pregnant, and is due around Valentines Day.  Which is great, I'm happy for her, truly I am.  I just wish the father were, umm a better man...  Now I know I'm not supposed to judge and all that jazz, but her husband is at least as old as my mother (he has a child that's older than me, from one of his other relationships) and I'm kinda creeped out by him.  For example, one Easter I was sick and went over to their house while my parents were at church doing Easter breakfast, while I was there they dyed eggs he proceeded to write profanities on the eggs which would be eaten by his children, not a great example for my future niece or nephew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's tons of other issues that have to be dealt with, AND I just found out that she's coming over to our house on Thursday to maybe work some of them out between her and my mother... cuz the majority of those issues are between those two.  Sounds like oodles of fun, and I kinda don't wanna be here for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have the weekend to look forward to!  Going to Milwaukee, having dinner at a hibachi (something I've never done before), and just hanging out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you on the fun drama that will be sure to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2162987119775396423?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2162987119775396423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2162987119775396423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2162987119775396423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2162987119775396423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesdays-are-now-my-favorite-night.html' title='Fun and Future Drama'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-4144286801277642719</id><published>2009-09-07T16:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:38:36.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I actually got more birthday wishes from you guys (people I've never met in person, not that I don't love you all), than people I've known for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pretty much my birthday was spent exactly as I predicted.  I didn't even have a drink at dinner, there are reasons for that but I won't go into it the day after my birthday it's to depressing to think about right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to work on that whole meeting more people, I go to school and associate with people, but I never really get around to making relationships with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-4144286801277642719?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4144286801277642719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=4144286801277642719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4144286801277642719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4144286801277642719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-8143953607080536087</id><published>2009-09-06T01:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:08:43.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am now 21. Well if i want to be official in 2 min I am 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year older and not much wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-8143953607080536087?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/8143953607080536087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=8143953607080536087&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8143953607080536087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/8143953607080536087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-5486373791742435035</id><published>2009-09-05T08:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:51:00.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans.</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow I turn the big 21, and me being the wild and crazy guy I am here's what I'm doing for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wake up, shower and go to church.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sit around home, killing brain cells on video games.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go out to dinner with the 'rents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I know freaking crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-5486373791742435035?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5486373791742435035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=5486373791742435035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5486373791742435035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5486373791742435035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/plans.html' title='Plans.'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2187089579400134231</id><published>2009-09-02T23:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:30:30.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Que piensas?</title><content type='html'>What do you think of the new template?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also 4 days to my birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and I have decided that we're going to go to Texas over Christmas break, now whether we are going to fly or drive is another matter.  This will be decided when I go down next weekend.  All I know is that I will NOT spend the entire winter in subzero temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the school front.  So far all my classes are pretty interesting, and the scenery isn't to bad either.  I love the spring and fall so much more than winter... hot guys in shorts showing of calf... yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2187089579400134231?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2187089579400134231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2187089579400134231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2187089579400134231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2187089579400134231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/que-piensas.html' title='Que piensas?'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-4484033710073202595</id><published>2009-09-02T12:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:26:27.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Official We Are Golden!</title><content type='html'>Finally, found the offical version fo Mika's We Are Golden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpBUW3UpArs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpBUW3UpArs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to take down the other one cuz the video got removed for "user violations," sometimes Youtube can be so dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-4484033710073202595?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4484033710073202595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=4484033710073202595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4484033710073202595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4484033710073202595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/official-we-are-golden.html' title='Official We Are Golden!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-6833922847086523474</id><published>2009-09-01T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:17:50.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need ideas</title><content type='html'>I need something stupid to do for my 21st birthday.  Something that doesn't involve me getting shitfaced and puking on my floor or some hot guys shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me ideas, I'm personally thinking a tattoo or piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-6833922847086523474?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6833922847086523474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=6833922847086523474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6833922847086523474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6833922847086523474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-ideas.html' title='I need ideas'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7823459758664133388</id><published>2009-08-27T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:50:40.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Less angry</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm essentially over my frustration at having to get braces again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my dad and I just need to go in and talk with my dentist/orthodontist about what exactly has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason I was most upset about the whole thing is because the first time I had braces, I saw that my front teeth weren't exactly in line like they were supposed to be, and I told my other (I don't go to him any more) ortho that it wasn't right.  He said that in the long run, the amount they were off wouldn't have any negative effects.  Well, he was wrong.  I need to have my crossbite fixed more than what he did and that I basically have an underbite and that needs to get pulled forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in all, it's gonna be at least two more years of pain and most likely no boyfriend either (braces can make things awkward if you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I went on Travelocity to check prices for flights to Texas so I can visit Eric, they're looking to be about $350 round trip from Friday to Sunday.  SO, what I'm thinking of doing is going down for like 2 weeks over Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ITS MY 21ST BIRTHDAY IN 10 DAYS!!!  I'll legally be able to drink in every country that I know of.  Now don't go thinking I'm a lush or anything, I don't even plan on getting smashed on the day of my birthday.  I'm not like most of the people in Wisconsin who start drinking freshman year of high school and by the time they're a senior they need a liver transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for tonight.  I should really go do some reading now, I'm pleasantly surprised, I have considerably less reading to do this year than I have in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so good night sweet princes, more from me tomorrow most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-7823459758664133388?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7823459758664133388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7823459758664133388&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7823459758664133388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7823459758664133388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/08/less-angry.html' title='Less angry'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-5130750222387489734</id><published>2009-08-27T12:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:13:47.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MFCSBSW</title><content type='html'>Mother F*cking C*ck Sucking B*tch Sl*t Wh*re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm mildly angry at the moment, if you couldn't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get braces AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had them on for a 1 1/2 years to fix this whole my jaw cracks thing.  WELL, now my jaw cracks on the other side, and in order to fix it my dentist is saying I need braces... and this time for possibly 2-3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-5130750222387489734?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/5130750222387489734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=5130750222387489734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5130750222387489734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/5130750222387489734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/08/mfcsbcsw.html' title='MFCSBSW'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-3596502057929205609</id><published>2009-08-25T16:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:29:45.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin</title><content type='html'>My new iPod skin came in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SpRU0eew0oI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3Gs4hLMvwws/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SpRU0eew0oI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3Gs4hLMvwws/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374013515871867522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SpRVJ4t1UhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/I9BLp-z8ePM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SpRVJ4t1UhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/I9BLp-z8ePM/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374013883691651602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are sold by a company called Gelaskins, and they make skins for phones, iPods, and PCs.  I opened mine and liked it so much that I ordered another 2 for my iPod, and one for my laptop.  I'm not trying to sell you anything but if you like mine they have some really cool ones on their website, &lt;a href="http://gelaskins.com/"&gt;gelaskins.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ones I ordered today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SpRWtyTdKKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WeUlp_wkqHo/s1600-h/Acclimated+Koi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SpRWtyTdKKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WeUlp_wkqHo/s400/Acclimated+Koi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374015599957321890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SpRXF7e2VqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/T5SMl_np2Cc/s1600-h/BlowFish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SpRXF7e2VqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/T5SMl_np2Cc/s400/BlowFish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374016014737888930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SpRXQ1Ciu4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ODIzbxX4KyM/s1600-h/Fuzin+Raizin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SpRXQ1Ciu4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ODIzbxX4KyM/s400/Fuzin+Raizin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374016201987111810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-3596502057929205609?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/3596502057929205609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=3596502057929205609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3596502057929205609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/3596502057929205609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-skin.html' title='New Skin'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SpRU0eew0oI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3Gs4hLMvwws/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-4677543886498998612</id><published>2009-08-24T19:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:40:52.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School news...</title><content type='html'>School starts back up tomorrow... YAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and I'm taking Arabic now!  I figure if I want to be a translator/interpreter, being tri or even quadralingual might be a good aim to go for.  So, along with my Spanish courses I figured that Arabic would be another excellent language to study, with the situation in the Middle East and the increasing  numbers of Arabic speaking people in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, once I'm done with school, I'll study Chinese....  hmm how many languages do you think I can cram into my tiny little head before it explodes?  Portuguese would be fun too... then I could completely understand what Rapha is saying (I kinda can now cuz Spanish and Portuguese are kinda similar).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-4677543886498998612?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4677543886498998612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=4677543886498998612&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4677543886498998612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4677543886498998612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-news.html' title='School news...'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7258962936042377866</id><published>2009-08-20T23:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:28:29.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bed!</title><content type='html'>YAY!  I got my new bed yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/So4hTp2rXHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oQN36usIUG0/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/So4hTp2rXHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oQN36usIUG0/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372268027035999346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally sleep without my feet hanging over the edge of the bed!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/So4hh2zkOOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/e_UYqKiBGg4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/So4hh2zkOOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/e_UYqKiBGg4/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372268271030778082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to find someone to fill the other half... Any takers? ; P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-7258962936042377866?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7258962936042377866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7258962936042377866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7258962936042377866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7258962936042377866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-bed.html' title='New Bed!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/So4hTp2rXHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oQN36usIUG0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-4004991789915873131</id><published>2009-08-18T19:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:40:32.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd post of the day</title><content type='html'>I'm normally not one to follow alot of trends but since both Rapha and Torchy have asked for it I'll show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Andrew/Pictures/Magic/Purifying%20Fire.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SotHS-dDprI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Tdehjm9olDk/s1600-h/Purifying+Fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SotHS-dDprI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Tdehjm9olDk/s400/Purifying+Fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371465371897538226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's  a piece of artwork from Magic: The Gathering.  I know a bit (ok incredibly) nerdy but their artists do some amazing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't check my first post, CHECK IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-4004991789915873131?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4004991789915873131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=4004991789915873131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4004991789915873131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4004991789915873131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/08/2nd-post-of-day.html' title='2nd post of the day'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SotHS-dDprI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Tdehjm9olDk/s72-c/Purifying+Fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-2546467135711405159</id><published>2009-08-13T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:31:22.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school!!!!</title><content type='html'>So school starts up again on the 25th of August, and I'm kinda excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only change from last year is that I'll still be working part time at my current job.  I won't be setting up tents all the time cuz there's no way that I'd be able to do that and classes, so I'll be helping in the office with paperwork and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm getting my new bed next week too! Yay for not having my feet hang off the end!!!  That, and it's big enough for two... bow chicka wah wah... lol, like that will happen any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to say, last week Thursday we got a 2002 Honda CR-V for my mother.  We officially owned the car for less than 8 hours before she had run over a curb and ran a stop sign, and we hadn't had it for a week before she cracked the bumper by running into a poll.  And she wonders why I'm uncomfortable when she drives... I seriously have to be asleep when she drives so I don't see what she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a kind of awkward dream.  It was good to begin with, two guys (couldn't see any faces) and I watching a movie.  All of a sudden my head is in ones lap, we all know what happens next... Then I look up, and the guys look exactly like two of my friends who I'm not attracted to.  This jolted me awake, cuz it kinda freaked me out...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they looked like my friends because I haven't seen them in like 4 months and I miss the hell out of them.  But hopefully that will change in the next couple of weeks now that school is starting back up.  I'll get to see plenty of eye candy AND have the opportunity to go to Milwaukee to see my buds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-2546467135711405159?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/2546467135711405159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=2546467135711405159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2546467135711405159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/2546467135711405159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school!!!!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-4302989308285057895</id><published>2009-08-06T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:21:11.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray!</title><content type='html'>30 days til my 21st birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-4302989308285057895?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4302989308285057895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=4302989308285057895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4302989308285057895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4302989308285057895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/08/hooray.html' title='Hooray!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7725390245605547434</id><published>2009-08-03T07:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:29:40.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love getting screwed</title><content type='html'>I wish I meant the fun kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week there was Pig in the Pines, a barbecue festival in Eagle River, 2 1/2 hours from home, that I went with my boss to go set up.  We left Tuesday at 7:30 pm which and got there at about 10.  The night in the hotel was kinda shitty, I woke up like 3 or 4 times cuz I couldn't breath, kinda felt like there was someone sitting on my chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 6am had breakfast and drove to the festival site.  The temps we had were amazing, I was expecting them to be like the temps we have in Appleton, a bit slow to be polite, but they caught on to everything they needed to and we got done with everything by 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I get screwed...  My boss and I go to Pizza Hut to grab some food, he tells me that the idiots I work with put the wrong tent top on for a wedding job in Michigan, and that there are 3 large tents that need to go up in Waupaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slightly pissed, I was kinda expecting to have Thursday off after setting up Pig in the Pines.  I accepted the fact that I was stuck with having to work, so we leave the hotel Thursday morning and drive back to Appleton, we get  back to the shop at about 8:30 I look over the truck for the wedding that I'll be setting up and fix some of the finer details that they missed, but the truck is loaded like a blind man did it and there's stuff everywhere so I can't tell if anything is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, they didn't load 2 barrels of fittings that you HAVE to have to put the tents together. SO I didn't get paid for 2 hours cuz of their huge mess up.  My boss was PISSED, but he was coming out to help with the set up anyway, cuz there was no way that the 3 of us out there would have been able to get the one tent up.  So he threw the barrels we needed into his van and came out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't leave that job site until 9 o'freaking'clock at night when we should have been out by like 7 at the latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my week... and I called in sick today cuz I just don't feel well.  Exhausted and a bit queasy, don't make for a good worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-7725390245605547434?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7725390245605547434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7725390245605547434&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7725390245605547434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7725390245605547434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-getting-screwed.html' title='I love getting screwed'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-6121334635985662467</id><published>2009-07-25T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:41:08.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gouge my fucking eyes out with a spoon</title><content type='html'>MY BEST FRIEND IS MOVING TO FUCKING TEXAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God this fucking sucks, if anyone knows of crazy cheap flights to Texas let me know cuz I don't think I can go without seeing Eric for who knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly sad Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-6121334635985662467?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/6121334635985662467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=6121334635985662467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6121334635985662467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/6121334635985662467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/07/gouge-my-fucking-eyes-out-with-spoon.html' title='Gouge my fucking eyes out with a spoon'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-4957650725810852357</id><published>2009-07-23T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:32:04.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>They cut Jason from So You Think You Can Dance...  no more amazing eye candy every Wednesday and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love some of the music that they have on the show but I always seem to miss the name of the songs that I really like...  This irritates the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I've decided that it isn't worth it for me to try and be a good son to my mother anymore.  Nothing I do seems to be good enough for her, and I'm pretty sure she would have been happier if she would have stopped with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this stems from an argument I had with her over what I wanted for my birthday.  I've wanted a new bed for at least 3 years (ever since I hit 6 feet tall), my twin bed is just too short.  Somehow my mother got it into her head that the bed I used as an example of the style I was looking for, was the ONLY bed that I wanted.  Well apparently this whole set up would cost like $2000, I DON'T EVEN WANT THAT BED!  This of course escalates into the ever popular, "you never do anything around the house/ you'll do anything for your grandparents at the drop of a hat" screamfest that I love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, screw it bringing all this up again just makes me angry again...  Time to go blow up some zombies and relieve some stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-4957650725810852357?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/4957650725810852357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=4957650725810852357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4957650725810852357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/4957650725810852357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02690935013466268545</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/_8HUpFJYrsBQ/SiM9JbY8V_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/7wp5pz6eiZk/S220/Picture%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8956906996779861785.post-7099392641155089633</id><published>2009-07-17T19:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:50:06.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation... I wish....</title><content type='html'>All I do is work...  getting older sucks.  Why can't we just stay 10 years old and not be obligated to do ANYTHING besides clean your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I have tomorrow off at least.  I just hope that I have enough energy to go and do something fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I get to drive 3 hours south to take down Country Thunder USA in Twin Lakes Wisconsin.  It's really weird all of our big festivals are related to country music... why can't we do something like Dropfest which is a local rock music festival?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS YOU TORCHY!!! (if you're reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8956906996779861785-7099392641155089633?l=frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/feeds/7099392641155089633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8956906996779861785&amp;postID=7099392641155089633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7099392641155089633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8956906996779861785/posts/default/7099392641155089633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frozenheartonfire.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-vacation-i-wish.html' title='Summer Vacation... 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