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  <title>Next time that star shoots across the sky...</title>
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  <updated>2007-05-15T04:15:22Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eludinghistory:10354</id>
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    <title>Just cuz I dig it...</title>
    <published>2007-05-15T04:14:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-15T04:15:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Marques Houston</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I started laughing out loud in the silent room of the library when I heard this song...and had to post it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marques Houston - Sex Wit You Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me break it down and tell you what your sex is like&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;What it feels like&lt;br /&gt;Sex with you&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;Heh, it's like&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;But uh, let me try to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex with you is like when I wake up in the morning &lt;br /&gt;Smell that good old breakfast mama use to make&lt;br /&gt;Sex with you is like the feeling that you get &lt;br /&gt;When all your friends surprise you on your birthday&lt;br /&gt;Sex with you is like, like I made the last shot and everybody screaming my name&lt;br /&gt;Sex with you is like my pocket full of dough and I don't worry 'bout a damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the sex&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sex you all the damn time&lt;br /&gt;Thinking 'bout the sex&lt;br /&gt;It's got me wantin' you to come true&lt;br /&gt;And do sex like we always do &lt;br /&gt;Sex with you is really the best with you&lt;br /&gt;It makes life worth going through &lt;br /&gt;And nobody got a body like you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my sex with you is one easy, gotto go lookin' in the street it's you&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing better then the way we do&lt;br /&gt;Girl I love having sex with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex with you is like winning in a war after working so damn hard&lt;br /&gt;Sex with you is like when the man at the dealer ship hands over the keys to my new car &lt;br /&gt;Sex with you is like when I check's up in the mail after been broke for so long&lt;br /&gt;Sex with you is like its like getting off the bench and shorty is there to take you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the freaky things we do&lt;br /&gt;And I know, you like it just as much as I do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I aint never try to hit and run&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to make you the only one&lt;br /&gt;I'll sex you up on the regular &lt;br /&gt;'Cause aint nothing better then sex with you:uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me break it down and tell you what your sex is like&lt;br /&gt;Sex with you is like going to the strip club &lt;br /&gt;And aint gotta pay for none of that strip love&lt;br /&gt;Sex with you is like, like a closet full of air force&lt;br /&gt;Sex with you is like, like be the first nigga in the hood with back drop's 45's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex with you is really the best with you&lt;br /&gt;It makes life worth going through &lt;br /&gt;And nobody got a body like you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my sex with you is one easy, gotto go lookin' in the street it's you&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing better then the way we do&lt;br /&gt;(I can have sex with you all night long&lt;br /&gt;Till six in the morning, holla)&lt;br /&gt;Girl I love having sex with you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eludinghistory:10051</id>
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    <title>Things are starting to look up...</title>
    <published>2007-05-05T17:56:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-05T17:56:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mirah</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Last week I got into University of Virginia, New York University, and UCSD (got denied from Cal and UCLA...go figure)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I still don't know what I'm doing with my life, I'm excited about the changes that are going to occur. I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Scott</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eludinghistory:9913</id>
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    <title>eludinghistory @ 2007-04-29T09:45:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-30T04:57:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-30T04:57:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Silversun Pickups</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I hate waiting to know what I'm doing with my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the endless amount of work I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how many weeks are left of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20sophomore/sandiegoracecarpix137.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folding up the skyline &lt;br /&gt;agreeing on a steep decline &lt;br /&gt;cant control this airplane.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eludinghistory:9622</id>
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    <title>Life stings with circumstances</title>
    <published>2007-04-12T23:44:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-12T23:55:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tender Box Army/Little Black Dress</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Spring Break and I have five weeks of school left. &lt;br /&gt;Time flies when you're stressed and have five million things to do all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I drank last night for the first time in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Got really wasted.&lt;br /&gt;I like nights like that, but I hate the mornings afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;San Diego has been good to me this year, but I'm thinking about transferring schools.&lt;br /&gt;I filled out applications to the following schools and I have been seriously debating attending one of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UC Berkeley&lt;br /&gt;UCLA&lt;br /&gt;UCSD&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;Georgetown&lt;br /&gt;USC&lt;br /&gt;NYU&lt;br /&gt;Boston College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grades have been decent during my stay at USD, so I'm hoping at least one of these schools will decide to accept me. &lt;br /&gt;For all of my USD companions, its going to be tough deciding whether to leave or stay at this school. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need a change of pace, but I really do enjoy the classes and the students I have met here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't noticed already, I changed my username on livejournal from bigpapa88888 to eludinghistory. I felt bigpapa88888 was getting a little juvenile and that eludinghistory set a nice tone for my livejournal. Oftentimes it feels as if people run away from the past or try to change history. Livejournal is a perfect way to recreate history so that it is something different. This is the concept behind the name eluding history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating death romances me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20sophomore/sophomore2ndsemester056-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neebz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20sophomore/sophomore2ndsemester052.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half and half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20sophomore/sophomore2ndsemester070.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American flagz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20sophomore/sophomore2ndsemester038.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hillz of sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20sophomore/sophomore2ndsemester023.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open mouth on hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20sophomore/sophomore2ndsemester043.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight lines</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eludinghistory:9262</id>
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    <title>eludinghistory @ 2006-08-20T16:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-20T23:28:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-20T23:32:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A couple pix of South America...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/southamericapics004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/southamericapics013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airport in Cusco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/southamericapics018.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cusco during the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/southamericapics060.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cusco by night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/southamericapics068.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/southamericapics048.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machu Pichu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/southamericapics105.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quito, Ecuador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/southamericapics086.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Spanish church...meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/southamericapics112.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The equator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/southamericapics129.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/southamericapics149.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arrival in the galapagos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/southamericapics118.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countryside picture in Ecuador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/southamericapics054.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic of a turtle i met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/southamericapics055-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/n10120978_31540206_48871.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...this isn't South America...i just wanted to include it somewhere ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for stopping by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eludinghistory:9011</id>
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    <title>Its Friday.</title>
    <published>2006-07-22T06:32:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-22T06:32:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Minus the Bear</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Good evening world,&lt;br /&gt;This summer is turning into the biggest roller coaster ride ever. Ups and downs hit me with no warning and send me spinning in all directions. I’ve been working so hard in school I find I’m almost uncomfortable if I’m not working. It takes hours to even think about relaxing. The only time I feel truly comfortable is when I’m either surfing or sitting in a math class taking notes. Yes, two completely contrary experiences and yet they are the two times I feel most comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;When I’m not in school or surfing, I’m at work. Pf Changs has actually taught me a lot about personalities and subjected me to people I would never associate with in Orinda or at school. Drug addicts, alcoholics, ass holes, teenage mothers, high school drop outs, you name it. These are the people I hang with when I walk into Pf Changs at night, and I’m actually enjoying it. However, I think after this summer, I’m going to move on to better and bigger things. There’s way more to life than wasting away in a restaurant, walking people to their tables, and taking reservations. I could work in a hospital, do research someplace; anything that makes a difference in the world. &lt;br /&gt;As far as relationships go, I’m too busy to even meet girls at this point in my life. I guess there has been a couple little flings this summer, but nothing for the record books. I could care less. I’ve got a habit of running into people every time I turn around. &lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what life is like as you get older. All of a sudden you have all of these responsibilities that you have to attend to, and your carefree childhood is slowly taken away. That’s fine with me. I’ve been working so hard recently and it feels like I’m not doing enough.&lt;br /&gt;This past year has given me a new vigor to go out and become something. I’m becoming more and more competitive in my classes and I’ve found that I have an intense desire to be successful. Successful in school, successful in work, successful in life. I want to grow up and own an estate on a hill and sip wine at night and listen to jazz for hours. I want a beautiful wife and beautiful kids and a sailboat. Is this self centered? Maybe. Is this the remedy for happiness in old age? Maybe not. But I do know that if I can make positive changes in the world on the way to success, there’s a fairly good chance happiness will come along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/n24503943_30101292_45551.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way...these guys are the coolest guys you could possibly meet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, &lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eludinghistory:8954</id>
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    <title>summer...</title>
    <published>2006-07-07T06:54:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-08T00:25:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Summer stars...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/summer%202006/2006summer1084.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So feel the air&lt;br /&gt;take the map and point to anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;I don't care. Fingers through your hair, &lt;br /&gt;the sky I've seen, blue and green. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, the summertime...</content>
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    <title>The past presents the future...</title>
    <published>2006-05-29T03:44:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-29T03:44:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>silence.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">talk about blinded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.</content>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2006-04-30T22:11:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-30T22:11:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">depressed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eludinghistory:8013</id>
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    <title>airports and time...</title>
    <published>2006-01-26T20:16:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-26T20:16:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>A thorn for every heart</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today I woke up at 7. I’ve been waking up early a lot and I’m beginning to take pleasure in it. The day seems everlasting and it’s nice to indulge yourself in new activities with all the extra time. Time is a funny thing in itself really. When life is filled with school work and stressful activities, time flies. But when you have little to do, it seems like the day is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This break has been exciting. It started off with an incredible week in Hawaii. Hawaii is such a cliché family vacation spot, but I think people should appreciate it more. I mean, where else can you find hundreds of American girls lying on the beach looking for a cute guy to meet (not that I met any girls there or anything). After Hawaii I came back to the Bay Area and celebrated Christmas and New Years, indisputably the two finest holidays of the year. After these holidays I spent the rest of the time working, doing art, and hanging with friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My art project really excited me this break. It took me an eternity to come up with an idea for what to construct. Quite frankly I don’t know if I created something conceptually interesting, but aesthetically it looks pretty neat. I built the capital building and then replaced the dome of the capital with a brain. On top of the building is the bald eagle eating out of the brain. I was trying to make a statement on the government’s ignorance of education and how they’re slowly eating away at children’s resources to learn. Hopefully some people will understand that when they see my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I’m sitting in the airport about to head off to San Diego. I’ve never really enjoyed airports. You’re always either impatiently waiting for your plane to come, or anxious to get out and meet up with your friends. But if you slow down and look around you, airports are pretty amazing. There are people going and people coming. There are people working and others just traveling for pleasure. If you open yourself up a little, it’s fun to sit and watch these travelers and imagine their whole life story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had an interesting life story. I need something more in my life. I need more depth. Maybe even something concrete. Something that I can hold on to and is mine. As I enter into this new semester it feels like I’m not going to find this vague and indescribable entity that I’m looking for. It feels like I’m going back to the same old place. It’s like slipping my foot back into that familiar old shoe. Comfortable and easy, but not exhilarating and new. I’m hoping I’ll figure out how to stir up some excitement this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot</content>
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    <title>One breath at a time...</title>
    <published>2006-01-21T06:36:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-21T06:36:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>GATH</lj:music>
    <content type="html">If you be my star i'll be your sky&lt;br /&gt;you can hide underneath me and come out at night&lt;br /&gt;when i turn jet black and you show off your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can sky rocket away from me&lt;br /&gt;and never come back if you find another galaxy&lt;br /&gt;far from here, with more room to fly&lt;br /&gt;just leave me your stardust to remember you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you be my boat i'll be your sea&lt;br /&gt;a depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity&lt;br /&gt;ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze&lt;br /&gt;i live to make you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can set sail to the west if you want to&lt;br /&gt;and past the horizon til i can't even see you&lt;br /&gt;far from here where the beaches are wide&lt;br /&gt;just leave me your wake to remember you by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thank you matt brown for putting this song on your myspace...i love it...and its lyrics]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/pic/bubbaetc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot</content>
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    <title>If I drift long enough i'll be home...</title>
    <published>2006-01-12T06:43:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-12T06:43:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jack Johnson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I miss you blacks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/pic/shimmer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot</content>
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    <title>eludinghistory @ 2006-01-10T09:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-10T17:34:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-10T17:34:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Coldplay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A whisper&lt;br /&gt;A whisper&lt;br /&gt;I hear the sound of a ticking of clocks&lt;br /&gt;Remember your face, and remember see where you are gone&lt;br /&gt;I hear the sound of the ticking of clocks&lt;br /&gt;Come back and look for me, look for me when I am lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night turns to day and I still have these questions&lt;br /&gt;You just won't break, should I go forwards or backwards&lt;br /&gt;Night turns to day and I've still got no answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hear the sound of a ticking of clocks&lt;br /&gt;Remember your face, and remember see where you are gone&lt;br /&gt;I hear the sound of the ticking of clocks&lt;br /&gt;Come back and look for me, look for me when I am lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eludinghistory:7148</id>
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    <title>A rush of blood to the head...</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T07:48:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-02T07:55:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Coldplay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Its January 1, 2006 and I still haven't found any meaning in my life. Eighteen is an awkward age. An eighteen year old is not entirely capable of living on his own, yet he feels as if he's independent of his parents. He really has no understanding of what his future beholds, and has thousands of paths he can go down. When I woke up this morning, the uncertainty of my future hit me like a rock.&lt;br /&gt;San Diego is a beautiful place to go to school and I was very happy last semester. So far this break has been incredible. The suspects were in full force on New Years Eve, and I get to see Bubba for a month while we're both here in Orinda. But there are pieces missing in my life, and there are things that trouble me.&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: Ashlee from Oregon (a friend from school) is probably gonna kill me when she reads this post, because I have a habit of saying things in this livejournal and then acting in the contrary. But because its a new year I can make resolutions. And one of my new years resolutions is to follow up with the things I write about.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I feel like I need a girlfriend. I still feel guilty about the girls I undoubtedly hurt last semester and its time for me to actually find someone I can stay with for a while. Last semester I had every intention in the world of going out with the girls I kissed at school, but I always managed to mess it up somehow. This year that will change.&lt;br /&gt;Right now it feels like I have no direction in life. I have no clue what I'm going to major in, nor do I know what I want to be when I grow up. But there is something I can do to help me become successful: grades. And the only way I feel I can do this is to quit drinking till school gets out. So...I'm done with it until May 19th. Not that I drank much before, but I feel like this will clear my head so I can really conquer school.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I never addressed the things that were really troubling me today, but I managed to get my two New Years Resolutions in, so thats enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my new years pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006065.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006064.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm gonna buy this place and see it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006063.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand here beside me baby, watch the orange glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006062.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some'll laugh and some just sit and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006061.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just sit down there and you wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006060.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006059.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can tell me something worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006057.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna buy this place is what I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006056.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006053.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to the head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006051.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, all the movements you're starting to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006049.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me crumble and fall on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006047.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know the mistakes that I've made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006043.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it all disappear without a trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006042.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they call as they beckon you on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006041.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say start as you need to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006040.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you need to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006039.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you need to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006036.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So meet me by the bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006035.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me by the lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006034.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When am I gonna see that pretty face again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006033.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh meet me on the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006032.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me where I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006008.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it all upon a rush of blood to the head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Christine and I did a little photo shoot the other night.&lt;br /&gt;So I thought that needed a place in here somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006018.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006019.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006030.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006022.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006021.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006020.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/New%20Years%202006/newyears2006024.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Jon the song was for you man...we missed ya...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eludinghistory:6867</id>
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    <title>Im waiting on a train thats never coming...</title>
    <published>2005-12-05T07:58:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-05T08:03:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>write to remember</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So i brought my camara out last night.&lt;br /&gt;I took a couple pictures...not too many though.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll do better sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Molli tonight...i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;San Diego's been treating me well...I get to surf a lot and the people are pretty tight...&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate frisbee's been amazing too...&lt;br /&gt;Basically I'm coming back over xmas break and im gonna fuck everyone up in orinda, including Henry Malmburg cuz he thinks he's "Mr. Frisbee". We'll see about that.&lt;br /&gt;My classes are wonderful...next semester im gonna have Tuesday and Thursday off...so that'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;The girls are treating me nicely...im still in search of the perfect person...maybe ive already found her...no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;Next year I'm possibly gonna have an Ocean view from my bed...thats pretty much gonna make my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people ain’t know&lt;br /&gt;all the pictures that show me who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the writings that I found&lt;br /&gt;all the feelings that have made me who I am&lt;br /&gt;all the memories they bring me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;oh revolution, that is my evolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your nightmares always seem like a dream to me&lt;br /&gt;oh revolution that is my evolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the places that I go&lt;br /&gt;all the footsteps that bring my way back home&lt;br /&gt;all the way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the times I’ve been alone&lt;br /&gt;all the people that have been so goddamned stoned&lt;br /&gt;so stoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the memories they bring me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;oh revolution that is my evolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your nightmares always seem just like a dream to me&lt;br /&gt;oh revolution that is my evolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give in, kiss your cheek&lt;br /&gt;If you have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;for the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not care why&lt;br /&gt;Because I’ve been thinking about all the people changing over the years&lt;br /&gt;oh revolution here is my evolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your nightmares just seem like a dream to me&lt;br /&gt;oh revolution that is my evolution…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/pic/me010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/pic/me009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some important people...not all of them however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/pic/me008.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend 8 hrs of my day right here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/pic/me007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my roomate and our friend lauren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/pic/me002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/pic/me001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jocelyn...hopefully we'll still be friends tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For all those wondering, im going to Hawaii for xmas break, but I'll be back in town on December 23rd.</content>
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    <title>I just want you to know who i am....</title>
    <published>2005-12-03T09:48:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-03T09:48:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>goo goo dolls - iris</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming &lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies &lt;br /&gt;When everything seems like the movies &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know your alive..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lost.&lt;br /&gt;Im taking pictures tomorrow and ill put em up here on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't taken pictures in so long and no one has seen what i do at usd...i don't even know if anyone cares.&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing tonight but smoke a cigar and walk through downtown...but somehow it was rather satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;Kate used to laugh at me when i said rather.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna live on the beach next year and wake up every morning to the sound of waves crashing over the sand.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/pic/me005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>I think im gonna start updating this again...</title>
    <published>2005-08-22T07:42:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-22T08:16:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dispatch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So on thursday I'm going off to college. Instead of getting a dotphoto account or something, I thought it would be more interesting to start updating my livejournal again so at least I could add in a few anecdotes about my adventures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll start by doing a little recap of this summer. I started swimming again, which turned out to be pretty fun. I had the privalege of being coached by Kevin Honey again. He brought back a whole lot of memories from the glory days at Meadow Swim Club. I also met a couple new people and got in swimming shape. I barely ran at all, but this break has given me a new enjoyment for running that I didn't have when I ran in high school. Now I just go out and run because I love it, not because I'm training to race. &lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I didn't kiss many people this summer. I successfully found other ways to entertain myself. Kinda nice. At the end of summer I took a trip to China, an incredible country with an extremely different and unique culture. During the day, I saw a bunch of educational stuff and then at night I'd go out to bars and clubs with some kids i met. Unfortunately I don't have too many pics of the clubs and bars : ). I don't know what i was thinking. Three days before the end of my trip I found out about my friend Jon Sisto's death. It put a huge shadow on the rest of my trip. It was really nice getting back at chilling with my friends and talking about it. I will probably think about him everyday for the rest of my life. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight I said goodbye to Katie, the one girl who I will always love and I still constantly want to hang out with. Saying goodbye is such a reoccuring theme in our relationship that it seemed almost normal tonight. I'll miss her a lot though.&lt;br /&gt;So now it seems I'm just waiting around to go to college. Tomorrow I'm going shopping for some last minute things, tuesday i'm going surfing, and wednesday is my last day before I head off. I will miss Orinda and everything that goes along with it. I really do like this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of China for anyone who wants to see what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/1525880-R1-044-20A.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An asian man in a market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/1525880-R1-040-18A.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/1525880-R11-051-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take all the smartest kids in China and put them in one school...this is one of the classrooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh its long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City scene in Beijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2039.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into a sorta poor part of Beijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2043.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went into one of the people's houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2053.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Xi-an and saw some Terra Cotta Soldiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2052.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're putting soldiers on my tomb as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom in Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a fuck load of people in Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob and I over Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/china2033.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view out my window at the Mandarin Oriental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/1525880-R2-057-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind me is a Jade Ship that some Empress built&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/1525880-R13-050-23A.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob on some guy's tomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/1525880-R4-010-3A.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Forbidden Palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/1525880-R5-007-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family in the three gorges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/1525880-R11-069-33.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three gorges damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/1525880-R9-071-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillin on the back of the boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/1525880-R9-039-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/1525880-R5-065-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool picture of the robster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/1525880-R8-029-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all the pictures I have of my clubbing experiences : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/China/1525880-R8-065-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kids that I met in China...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot</content>
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    <title>askfdjsdk</title>
    <published>2005-01-31T03:42:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-31T03:42:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Soco concert in a week?!? wut??</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ok...i know this is my first entry in like 3 months...but this is the hottest picture i've ever seen in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to fly to indiana...right...now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/pic/katiebootypic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eludinghistory:5846</id>
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    <title>It seems the more I dream the less I want to sleep...</title>
    <published>2004-12-04T00:52:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-04T00:52:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Feeder - high</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Guess I’m stuck in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by coloured leaves on the ground&lt;br /&gt;As I stare at the trees&lt;br /&gt;I see one fall down on my hand&lt;br /&gt;As I start to explore&lt;br /&gt;I can’t ignore a man&lt;br /&gt;He turns his head around&lt;br /&gt;His face was all worn by the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going out for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can get high with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty049.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going out for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/First%20Pics/Dsc00073.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wait up cos I won’t be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/second%20pics/Dsc00348.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting down a road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing myself in a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel my hands getting cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/second%20pics/Dsc00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat in a boat on a lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up trying my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/second%20pics/Dsc00384.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego016.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up trying my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/second%20pics/Dsc00375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sink again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego019.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eludinghistory:5584</id>
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    <title>A need to feel, a need to try...</title>
    <published>2004-11-30T02:10:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-30T02:48:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Saves the Day, Through being cool</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sup everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Cross Country ended on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have tons of time to do cool stuff like update my lj. &lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving break was pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;I had a small party on Saturday that I don't remember much of. H&lt;br /&gt;ella drama went down though with a billion people but overall I think it was pretty fun. &lt;br /&gt;Then the next two days were boring. I did a lot of cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday love of my life, Katie Schroeder, came home from Indiana. &lt;br /&gt;I pulled up to her house and she was walking up the driveway to come see me. &lt;br /&gt;She was everything I remembered about her times a million. &lt;br /&gt;She's seriously the prettiest and coolest girl I've ever met in my life. &lt;br /&gt;We spent a few amazing days together and now we're going out again. I'm super happy about it. &lt;br /&gt;I guess it sorta pissed a couple other people off. Sorry guys, nothing I can do about it now.&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I got into my three safety schools: Boulder, Indiana, and Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's gotten kind of competetive about schools. &lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't care where I go anymore. I think I'll be happy wherever. Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;Winterball's coming up.&lt;br /&gt;I have no date so I don't know if I'm gonna go. &lt;br /&gt;School was pretty boring today. &lt;br /&gt;People were really gay and were gossiping a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus...I feel like I'm getting really fat. I'm supposed to not run for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Shit I don't think I'm gonna last for two days.&lt;br /&gt;Where is Katie. &lt;br /&gt;Tamara Stanten was really tan today. &lt;br /&gt;So was Lizzie Parague. Lizzie's a hawt girl. &lt;br /&gt;So's John Sisto.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Sisto is still chilling with Kellie Ralph. Quite amazing. &lt;br /&gt;I've been updating my livejournal for two hours now and I haven't written anything. &lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see Matt Brown's Jacket today? Shit...I couldn't tell if it was ghetto or emo. &lt;br /&gt;Meh...yeh it was more emo...&lt;br /&gt;Molli O is still going out with Rylan. &lt;br /&gt;I wore sweats underneath my jeans today...I suggest that to all guys...its amazing. &lt;br /&gt;Girls, I suggest you don't wear anything under your jeans. &lt;br /&gt;Katie's gonna be angry I said that. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss&lt;br /&gt;our nights under ocean skies&lt;br /&gt;You and I are like when fire&lt;br /&gt;and the ocean floor collide....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty047.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty043.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty045.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm...martinelli's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty041.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaimeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty040.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...i forgot Ry came...and I have like 5 pixxx of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty039.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooo...jo(h)nyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty037.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girliessss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty038.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she really does have pretty eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty036.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty035.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristaaaaan...and who's that in the background???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty030.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaahhhh shiiiiiiiiiiit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty018.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...if you don't think this is normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty016.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmm...get back together...we all love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think I look awkward naked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty034.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/party%20xc%20bubba/BubbadayandParty033.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat in his currrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot</content>
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    <title>eludinghistory @ 2004-11-14T00:51:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-14T08:55:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-14T08:55:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sileeeeeeeeeeeeenfde</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ok so guys...tongiht was post coast and that w s not too cool cuz i didn't get to go in  cuz mr alan didn't wnat me there so i went back to my house...hella chil. yeh so dude...we chilled for a long time...birss told me to update my lifejoirnal. yeh so birss says BIGPoppaRyan201: put this connnbbbo ti that shit BIGPoppaRyan201: xuz we gellllllllllllllllllllllla crunked yueh so we are chillled at my house tonight and then we rucking danced c walked yeh it was tight. So dude...i nmight go to sleep in a little bit. Guess what....i updated my lifejournal. its been hella long. Fuck post coast...long live scott's post coast. fuck y'all im gonna keep talking to ryan tonight cuz he's tight. i love katie. guess what where am i. ok yeh...so im gonna go to sleep. well im probablyu noty gonna go to sleep cuz im still tlaking to ryanb and tamara. well yeh dude guess what.....i don't even know. okl well good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scottt the dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is expanding!!!!</content>
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    <title>Call and return...</title>
    <published>2004-10-03T05:32:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-03T18:12:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hellogoodbye</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The miles of air and road and land&lt;br /&gt;that separate me from all my plans&lt;br /&gt;were havin' havin' havin' havin' fun&lt;br /&gt;but something something tells me i miss someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b-but i hope hope hope you didn't forget me i couldn't&lt;br /&gt;forget you the whole time i always knew i knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say that youre into me just let me know how it will be&lt;br /&gt;if you dont know dont say so&lt;br /&gt;ill wait till the perfect time think of all the perfect lines&lt;br /&gt;ill make sure if i let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weve got movies on our list to see&lt;br /&gt;things to do just you and me&lt;br /&gt;calls to make from here to there and back&lt;br /&gt;weve got fun to have and days to spend&lt;br /&gt;stars to see or just pretend&lt;br /&gt;at least for now just keep things right on track...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures i've been promising everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego019.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::San Diego::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my suite-mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barb and I &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kendra and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego018.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my RC's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The east coast crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego008.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The twins" - Kate and Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego006.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo much beautifuls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frieeeeeends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mullet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendra, Ashley, and Steven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/San%20Diego%202/sandiego001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::The first few weeks::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emilyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmm i want that cat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo pic??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kellieeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC016.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love flowers weeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC017.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want a flower!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC018.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much floooooooowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC025.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture makes me so happy...I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC028.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was such an amazing convo...Jason knows what im talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC031.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much taaaaaaaaalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC032.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schmalls and Jason...schmalls doesn't talk to me anymore...how come I took all the pixxx of her???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC033.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and Cami (nice face Cami)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC039.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan took hecka pixxx of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC041.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...too bad none of them are shot the right angle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC043.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but im not gonna lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC047.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they're kinda hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC051.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...schmalls...not now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC052.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't eat my camera kellie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC053.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when girls get tongue rings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC056.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC058.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC059.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but they're innocent...they're not gonna hook up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::XC::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey Schmitt is a champion...she's also in love with some schmall football player...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC054.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davieeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC048.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan's a champion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC050.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so's daryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/emily%20and%20xc%20and%20san%20diego/EmilyKellieXC046.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so's lil gilhuily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eludinghistory:4651</id>
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    <title>hey hey</title>
    <published>2004-09-02T21:03:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-02T21:03:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>minus the bear (thanks emily)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hows it going everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Ive been back at school now for 2 weeks. Its been pretty cool. Its nice to see a select few people. Its also been fun talking to some new people that I didn't really talk to last year. Jason Bigmin was in my physics class but he transfered out. That kid is pretty cool. Everyone should be friends with him. There are also a few cute freshmen and sophomore girls. I guess thats kinda fun. I think im gonna stay away though cuz im still in love with katie. Speaking of Katie, she's doing pretty well at Indiana. She's almost forgotten about me and she's gotten with 23 guys in 2 weeks (Pretty impressive, huh). Ok just kidding. Apparently she hasn't gotten with anyone yet. I talk to her for like 2 hours on the phone everyday. Its pretty tight cuz its like talking to my personal psychologist every night (too bad im not doing any hw because of her). Its worth it though because according to Molli O the most important thing in life is love. Then after love should come school and work. Molli O looks really cute with Rylan. You guys should check them out. I wish Katie was around so I could have a cute relationship too. Oh well. Maybe i'll find another girl to go out with this year. Even though at this point I don't think ill ever fall in love again (wow...im emo). What ever happened to the whole emo thing??? As soon as Bigmin and his crew left, emo and hardcore dissappeared. I would have included Joel in the whole Emo thing, except I dun even know if Joel is Emo anymore. I don't really know if he was ever Emo. Oh, I went to Italy at the end of the summer. I might post some pictures of that. I got pretty tan cuz i layed like a log on the beach for a week straight and didn't do too much else (except for dance and drink loads of soda and milk with a bunch of English kids). Oh shit, and I also hung out with Tina one night. That rocked. I decided this year that I really dont like most of the kids at school (no tamara, im not talking about you, you're cool). I think the funniest kids are the kids who are their own person and come up with their own ideas about life. For instance, Alex Barker. That kid is thing king of originality. The 60's bell bottoms with and pink shirt the other day was the sickest outfit ive ever seen in my life. Im probably boring you. Let me think of something important to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people who feel they need to do everything as a group. Sometimes I feel that a lot of girls can't even go to the bathroom by themselves. If you watch them at lunch you'll see like 6 girls sitting all by themselves. Then they'll all get up and get something to eat. Then they'll all sit down again together. I mean, thats cool i guess. Maybe they all just really like eachother and this is why they're together every second of the day. But I don't think this is true. I just think that after all these years they're scared about not being part of the "group". I personally like being by myself sometimes. It helps one contemplate life and opens one up to much more than a select group of people. I spent all summer going places and meeting new people and fitting in places and I realized that there are ridiculously cool people out there. And there is no reason why one should just center their life around 5 other friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks, ill post some pictures in my next entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eludinghistory:4500</id>
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    <title>San Diego</title>
    <published>2004-07-18T08:58:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-18T09:06:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mmmmmmm...some song...that was really girly...i dun remember</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Whats up everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Ive been in San Diego for three weeks now for summer school. It started off pretty slow but now im having a lot of fun. So far we've done tons of shit like beach trips, Seaworld, The Wild Animal Park, Disneyland, San Diego Zoo, surfing (3 days a week), UCLA trips, Baseball and Basketball Games, Lazertag, oh...and also college level Psychology. I only have 2 more weeks before i come back and im kinda disappointed. Im gonna miss it here. I don't want to bore you with my talking though so here are some pictures from the last three weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_085.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_027.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley (NJ) and Jenn (Philidelphia) before we got on Indiana Jones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_028.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley (NJ) and I before we got on Small World (eff that effing eff of a ride)&lt;br /&gt;Jackie (Phili), Jenn (Phili), and Cydney (NY) on Small World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_031.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Alex (our counselor), and some other peeps in front of the Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_039.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cydney and Brian (NY) on some escalator at the San Diego Zooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude...Pandas are tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_042.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But monkeys are tighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_043.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie and Ashley on their porch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_046.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie, Nicolo (from Milan, he's the coolest Italian ever), me, and Jenn&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and Nicolo on the bussss (we're always on buses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_049.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and Jenn on the bussssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_053.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn and I (in front of some monkey rat looking thing...hawt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_054.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn trying to bowl...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_056.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn and Ashley (this is the first night they actually put on makeup...wow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_059.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i broke out the pink shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_060.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit...emoooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_062.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaalways on her cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_064.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie (a floridian surfer dude...who's also smart as shit) and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_065.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude...dino...sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_066.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another dino...sicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_068.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh...i shaved that head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_072.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griffin (Los Gatos), Charlie, me, and Lauren (NY...her mom is the second highest person in American Express) on a Rhino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_076.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in front of some creepy wax thing at the wax museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_077.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Austin Powers faces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_078.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...thats wax elvis poking out in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_084.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao bella, Io ho grande catso, Posso bachare la figa?, Mi fai un pompino?, Buona notte bellisima (thankyou Nicolo for all you have taught me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_087.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us at the Sparks game (dont ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.photobucket.com/albums/v67/BigPapa88888/san%20diego%20pixxx/1st_pics_088.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kodak Theatre...i guess some awards ceremony was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot</content>
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    <title>Sup everyone...</title>
    <published>2004-06-23T06:22:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-23T06:22:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Katie's love music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm sitting in my room...wearing some gay little beaded necklaces around my neck and wrists. I have on a pair of boxers and im typing on a super expensive computer. I have a beautiful girlfriend named Katie Schroeder. Every morning i wake up in a nice house and stumble downstairs to find eggs and toast waiting for me at the breakfast table. Some days i go upstairs and look in the mirror and see a sexy man staring back at me. Other days i look in the mirror and shiver and the horrid figure that stands before me. After i shower i get in my car and go running or see Katie or go to the beach or do whatever i need to do that day. My life really isn't that bad. When I look around Orinda I see kids almost exactly like me. Most kids have it just as good as me. &lt;br /&gt;My question is...how come we're always complaining about all our small little problems. With a lotta people I'll hang out with them for 2 hours and all ill hear about is how bad their life is and how their boyfriend was being mean to them or how their friend hurt their feelings. WHO THE HECK CAAAAAAAAAAAARES. This is high school my friends. Ur little friend who was mean to your or your stupid little boyfriend means absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next topic of discussion is well...girls. Girls are dumb. Well...lemme rephrase that...99.9 percent of girls are dumb as hell. And this is why...&lt;br /&gt;1. Girls who have college boyfriends: Do you really think your boyfriend isn't fucking every girl he knows at college? Listen...i can gaurantee you that not only is he fucking hella girls...but he probably already gave you one of his nice college diseases. &lt;br /&gt;2. From my point of view the main difference between guys and girls is a topic called "social climbing." Most girls in Orinda are social climbers. Lemme tell you how to tell if you're a social climber. Do you walk into Abercrombie and Hollister and buy every effing outfit in there because you have no originality and you can't figure out ur own style of dress? Do you feel freaked out and scared when you're not in your little safety net of your really "close" friends? Do you make a lot of noise when you're drunk so you can get lots of attention and everyone will notice you...so you can feel really "cool"? If you answered yes to all these questions...ur a social climber.&lt;br /&gt;3. Most girls don't realize there are other people in the world other than themselves. They think that just because they're chilling out with their close "friends" then thats all that matters. Lemme tell you something. You're a tiny little spec of nothing. You are MEANINGLESS and no one cares about you. The only people who are truly important in the world are the Pope and the President. Now now...don't reply to this entry and be like..."well my friends care about me." Cuz you know what...ur friends don't matter either. If you want to become a truly important person in the world...why don't you grow up and save someone's life or become a leader of some important corporation or something. Cuz right now...ur nothing. &lt;br /&gt;4. Guys can be dumb too...but guys really aren't as dumb as girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott the Dot</content>
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