<?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-7326189710038113443</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:30:40.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog of Eliot</title><subtitle type='html'>Follow me on my adventures!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-6079499264171908789</id><published>2009-12-13T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:40:00.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote five pages about a turkey sandwich on a police statement. I got suspended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-6079499264171908789?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6079499264171908789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=6079499264171908789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6079499264171908789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6079499264171908789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wrote-five-pages-about-turkey.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-3577004117481216609</id><published>2009-01-14T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:55:22.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today has been pretty shitty. It started off, as I woke up too late, and had a sore back. Then I couldn't find my sweater so I have to wear one with "No Fear" all over it so I'm wearing it inside out. I keep tryin to put my hands in the front pocket and I'm thinking "GAWWWD". Then it turns out that they want to put me in remedial english because I fucked around in the final english essay. I went WAY off topic. I had to do it again. It took me like seven minutes. My best reason why to start school later, is that the people who kidnap, beat up, rape, kill, then rape some more, don't come out during the day. Then I came to video production. I don't like it very much. But someone is playing videos with speakers way too loud. And the kid behind me is playing "In the gadda of vida" way too loud. I can hear it, and he is wearing head phones. Thats all for now. I'm not gonna post tonight unless something intersting happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-3577004117481216609?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/3577004117481216609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=3577004117481216609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/3577004117481216609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/3577004117481216609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-8374059993803922897</id><published>2008-09-04T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:34:31.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/SMCMmqCDFBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nvKZwLWaYSM/s1600-h/dude.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/SMCMmqCDFBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nvKZwLWaYSM/s320/dude.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242344562005054482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-8374059993803922897?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8374059993803922897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=8374059993803922897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/8374059993803922897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/8374059993803922897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/SMCMmqCDFBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nvKZwLWaYSM/s72-c/dude.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-6082794884023408126</id><published>2008-08-11T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:20:20.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best house ever!</title><content type='html'>Today we started later than usual, we only had to travel twenty miles. We had some truble finding the offices though, took about 1/2 hour to find it, although we passed it at least twice. While there, I made a ciphen. It was neat, but I had to use tape, and then go outside becuase there was too much splatter. Still worked. =3 Anyway we started looking at houses. The first one was by far my favorite that Ernie would consider (There was an epicly huge house, no incalation and single pain windows). The house wasn't impressive, but the lot was, It's 1.5 acers, most of it forrest! The rest were pretty meh. We have to wake up pretty early tomorrow So I had better go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I'm staying at a hotel I stayed at couple of weeks ago, Just thought it was novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-6082794884023408126?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6082794884023408126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=6082794884023408126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6082794884023408126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6082794884023408126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-house-ever.html' title='Best house ever!'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-5341701623515678465</id><published>2008-08-11T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:30:02.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday we made to Tacoma during rush hour. We stopped there for the night I only have a minute, more tonight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'m the mother flippin' Rhymenocerous&lt;br /&gt;My beats are fly and the birds are on my back&lt;br /&gt;And I'm horny&lt;br /&gt;I'm horny&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to proceed you will indeed concede&lt;br /&gt;Cos I hit you with my flow&lt;br /&gt;The Wild Rhino Stampede.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not just wild, I'm trained,&lt;br /&gt;Domesticated&lt;br /&gt;I was raised by a rapper and rhino that dated&lt;br /&gt;And subsequently procreated&lt;br /&gt;That's how it goes&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Hiphopopotamus&lt;br /&gt;The hip hop hippo&lt;br /&gt;They call me the Hiphopopotamus&lt;br /&gt;My lyrics are bottomless&lt;br /&gt;They call me the Hiphopopotamus&lt;br /&gt;Flows that glow like phosphorous&lt;br /&gt;Poppin' off the top of this esophagus&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' this metropolis&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a large water-dwelling mammal&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis?&lt;br /&gt;Did Steve tell you that, perchance?&lt;br /&gt;Steve.&lt;br /&gt;My rhymes and records they don't get played&lt;br /&gt;Because my records and rhymes they don't get made&lt;br /&gt;And if you rap like me you don't get paid&lt;br /&gt;And if you roll like me you don't get laid.&lt;br /&gt;My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment&lt;br /&gt;I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist&lt;br /&gt;But you lovely bitches and hoes should know I'm trying to correct this.&lt;br /&gt;Other rappers dis me&lt;br /&gt;Say my rhymes are sissy.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;Why exactly?&lt;br /&gt;What? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Be more constructive with your feedback, please. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why, because I rap about reality?&lt;br /&gt;Like me and my grandma drinking a cup of tea?&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no party like my nanna's tea party.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Ho!&lt;br /&gt;I'm the motherflippin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm the motherflippin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm the motherflippin'&lt;br /&gt;Who's the motherflippin?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the motherflippin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm the motherflippin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm the motherflippin'&lt;br /&gt;Motherflippin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-5341701623515678465?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5341701623515678465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=5341701623515678465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/5341701623515678465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/5341701623515678465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-we-made-to-tacoma-during-rush.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-1902945685083197952</id><published>2008-08-10T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:45:41.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday we left home around seven. It was real early for the summer. I normally wake up mid-day. We drove for a total of thirteen hours and arrived in "Medford" Oregon. If you ever have to drive up tp Washington, it's really quite beautiful. Lush forests, rolling hills, and everyone I saw was pleasnt. The hotel clerk seemed nice, so did the waiter at the dinner (we didn't eat there it was closed), and even at McDonalds they seemed peppy at 9 o'clock in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driving besides being pretty was uneventful except I found a new, better way to sleep in the car, that could revolutionise they way we travel. (my family) When we got to Medford I was pretty tired. The night before I went to bed around two and woke up at six. Besides being tired I was hungry. The hotel had a joint resturant attached, but they were closed. The waiteress was very kind though. We walked to a McDonalds, I had chicken tenterds. I watched a TV till about 11:30. it was about gang prisonors. In order to not be apart of the gang, you have to write in autobiograpy incuding all your gang history. After that they let you into the part of the prison with the children rapers. So just a TIP, don't join a gang in prison. 90% of them carry improvised weapons. (They were planing a war)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Art isn't porn! Art Channle FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-1902945685083197952?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1902945685083197952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=1902945685083197952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/1902945685083197952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/1902945685083197952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-we-left-home-around-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-1776042110140457018</id><published>2008-08-08T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:47:00.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'm leaving. I fell anxious, and excited. I packed more things then I thought I would. I was originally going to bring A pack of clothing, my guitar, my gun, and a box of books. Now I'm bring my current laptop (to sell), a laptop to use until I get everything set up, and networking gear. I haven't packed my laptop or the networking gear because I had to make a post. I'm leaving at 7am and traveling till we can't anymore. =/ We have plans to meet real estate people at 11am on Monday. Knowing Ernie, we'll be there super early by driving past Portland on day one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-1776042110140457018?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1776042110140457018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=1776042110140457018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/1776042110140457018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/1776042110140457018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2008/08/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-9006034061049620910</id><published>2008-08-05T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:26:15.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I used to blog often, but I realized, the only people who were reading it, were the people I did the stuff with, so I stopped. But now it's summer. We are apart, and I am moving. And I will start today's post detailing what happened to me in the past weeks, and what will happen in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first decided that the family was going to move to Seattle. This was fine, and we went on a scouting run up there. Because there was a food monopoly, and all the houses were over 100k of what we wanted to pay, we broadened our horizon. We went forty miles north to "Bothell" (it was 4th of July so we saw lots of fire works from the freeway) We got a hotel and started early the next morning. We drove around for hours looking for a real estate office, and they practically don't exist in Bothell. We found one, but she was a cunt and we came back to Santa Barbara. But on the way back I lost one of my sandals. They were the best sandals I have ever owned and would pay with my right nut for another. (call Lance Armstrong lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chilling In Santa Barbara for a couple of weeks, and I patched things up with friends from Charter. So I hung out with them almost 24/7 the last week. We also discovered that the huge rock at Goleta Beach is safe to jump off of. I think we all got cuts from the crustaceans, and the moss that had formed on the way up to the cliff. Josh, by far having the worst. After that I departed for my grandmother's house. While there EvanR got horribly sunburned on the back of his legs, We got hair cuts, and found out about the new $1 dollar coin. It was pretty fun. We left and went, again, to Santa Barbara. I just got home. Steve was living here which is cool in my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad need's two days to pack everything he needs to move. I need an hour. The following two days will be busy for my dad not so much me. EvanR doesn't have to pack because he isn't coming up with us, he is going to stay alone in Goleta for a semester. My dad has made arrangements to meet with real estate people. (he found them through the web) Were leaving as soon as we are ready. Were going to spend two days driving up there. After that we meet with the people and try to find a home. About the school I'm going to be going to. It's a middle school. High school doesn't start till 10th grade there. Also I think I might be held back which will be novel because I'll be driving in 8th grade. HUZZAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-9006034061049620910?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/9006034061049620910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=9006034061049620910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/9006034061049620910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/9006034061049620910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-3484684715283942497</id><published>2008-03-15T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:49:52.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/R9xFlVsK54I/AAAAAAAAADM/55DEP86ODa4/s1600-h/IM000423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/R9xFlVsK54I/AAAAAAAAADM/55DEP86ODa4/s320/IM000423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178090179349112706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooooooh me looking emo. It's the best picture of me ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-3484684715283942497?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/3484684715283942497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=3484684715283942497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/3484684715283942497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/3484684715283942497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2008/03/woooooooh-me-looking-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/R9xFlVsK54I/AAAAAAAAADM/55DEP86ODa4/s72-c/IM000423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-6002613930999113309</id><published>2008-03-03T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T12:12:25.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My current addiction</title><content type='html'>Dude now I'm addicted to WoW. I'm a lvl 12 hunter but gimmie some time and i'll get to something less nooby. Oh also Bernie's replacement asked me how I got my scar. I said that "Me and your mom like to play rough." I havent been able to do anything sweet he is on me like a mother fucking hawk. That's like me but less hawky.  REAAAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-6002613930999113309?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6002613930999113309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=6002613930999113309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6002613930999113309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6002613930999113309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-current-addiction.html' title='My current addiction'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-8186708619897905034</id><published>2008-01-31T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:48:48.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>Ian has a gun to my head. If I don't post he will kill me. HORRAY! sorta? Please help by giving me/Ian money, but prefreabley me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-8186708619897905034?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8186708619897905034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=8186708619897905034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/8186708619897905034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/8186708619897905034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2008/01/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-2425748328281130048</id><published>2007-11-08T14:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:22:31.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BattleFeild 2</title><content type='html'>My posts are going to be shit for awhile just got BF2 working. If I get enough requests then I'll post better other wise GFO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-2425748328281130048?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2425748328281130048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=2425748328281130048' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/2425748328281130048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/2425748328281130048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/11/battlefeild-2.html' title='BattleFeild 2'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-4948595154311959636</id><published>2007-11-07T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T15:51:26.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING NEW</title><content type='html'>Nothing new happend, Sam won for the snack bar president. Thats about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-4948595154311959636?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/4948595154311959636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=4948595154311959636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/4948595154311959636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/4948595154311959636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/11/nothing-new.html' title='NOTHING NEW'/><author><name>fatfisher13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944524004449672394</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-1682920070237399210</id><published>2007-11-06T15:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:32:19.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NORMAL DAY, KINDA</title><content type='html'>Today was a normal day. Nothing new happened except that we voted again, us, 8th graders, voted in Joel's class. I assume everyone else did, mainly because Joel teaches Social Studies and thats where were voting. Only three people were left, Katlyn, Sam, and Shelby. Sorry Evan and Brandon, better luck next time. Other wise, school was normal. Still a half day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-1682920070237399210?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1682920070237399210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=1682920070237399210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/1682920070237399210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/1682920070237399210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/11/normal-day-kinda.html' title='NORMAL DAY, KINDA'/><author><name>fatfisher13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944524004449672394</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-7326189710038113443.post-7492284730888916331</id><published>2007-11-05T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T07:30:05.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE VOTING</title><content type='html'>Today we had another voting election. Only six people were left: Katlyn, Pictou, Evan, Brandon and two other kids. I voted for Evan (sorry Brandon). I was supposed to be vice president. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a half day, that means it ends at one. Because of conferences we have half days for about two weeks, I'm not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-7492284730888916331?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7492284730888916331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=7492284730888916331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/7492284730888916331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/7492284730888916331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-voting.html' title='MORE VOTING'/><author><name>fatfisher13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944524004449672394</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-7326189710038113443.post-2432752919829473152</id><published>2007-11-02T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T18:04:24.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUBUSITUTE YAY</title><content type='html'>Woot, we had a subsitute, any way. the results are in, out of the 1 person who voted they said they did not hate Eliot!, you know what that means? Eliot is 100% populer with the people who voted. BDF(but don't forget) chalky kids don't know about this. We had a subsitute in Bernie's class. It was Jo, shes ok i geuss. Math we had Jennifer. At lunch Eliot and I played blend in with the chalky kids. It was ok i geuss, everyone but Roxxane and Erika, Eliot talked to Roxxane and Erika playyed rap (cRAP) I played tetris on Roxxane's phone, I DIED IT STINKS. For council my council played kick ball against Eliot's. For kick ball, me and Eliot stayed on defence in outfield the whole time(note: if Les is reading this, we lied;) )&lt;br /&gt;BTW: we or someone, should make a mockumentry on the chalky or populer kids. For some commentary you could put" we see the native chalky kids in their so called "rap battles"  see how they call out the one called "B-sharp".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-2432752919829473152?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2432752919829473152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=2432752919829473152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/2432752919829473152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/2432752919829473152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/11/subusitute-yay.html' title='SUBUSITUTE YAY'/><author><name>fatfisher13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944524004449672394</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-186630436885605665</id><published>2007-11-02T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T13:37:39.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never</title><content type='html'>I can't accept Bernie's offer it'll make him look weak, and it'll make me look even weaker. That doesn't really matter atm because I'm getting kick-ass lighting in my room. Kick-ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-186630436885605665?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/186630436885605665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=186630436885605665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/186630436885605665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/186630436885605665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/11/never.html' title='Never'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-2961386013418623946</id><published>2007-11-01T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T17:50:30.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTING VOTING YAH YAH YAH</title><content type='html'>Today we had our election in social studies class. I was supposed run as vice president, but on the ballot I'm not. I could try to tell Joel but he is absent for today and Friday and the voting ends on Monday. Jennifer is subbing for today and Friday, shes okay I guess. When were doing trivia, I asked the question "What two characters from Star Trek Next Generation are in Star Trek Deep Space Nine?" The answer of course is Lt.Worf and Chief O'Brian. We were making speeches for the president, in Lang. Arts, Bernie finally let Eliot pick a group, Heather says she can hack World Of War craft game servers with HTML, LOLZ THAT IS SO STUPID! LMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-2961386013418623946?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2961386013418623946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=2961386013418623946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/2961386013418623946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/2961386013418623946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/11/voting-voting-yah-yah-yah.html' title='VOTING VOTING YAH YAH YAH'/><author><name>fatfisher13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944524004449672394</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-4693787652689574805</id><published>2007-10-31T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T18:23:55.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is Holloween</title><content type='html'>Yah, so today is holloween, its fun, I guess. Yah, so anyway, today Chris was holding up a trash can and says "Hey Jean, hop in", and someone says "Um, Chris, didn't you ask her out on the camp-out?" Chris says "No that was Jenny" and right then, BenC shows up and says "WHATS THE DIFFRENCE?" hilarius. so, today we did a bunch of holloween stuff, Bernie and the "Student Leadership" kids did a bunch of holloween decorations, he, Bernie, let anyone do the decoration if they were in 8th greade, lolz, under-class-men dont get anything,(This means we get Lang.Arts off for today(WOOT)) we did halloween chains and yah, it waz cool and all, we got free pizza and a donut on a string contest. people voted on the best costumes, Jean was a gangsta (YAHYAH), she won, and Kymonie was a fairy princess with death as a face,it was pretty neat. Ian is lactose intolarent, but had cheese pizza, I wonder how many hours on the toilet he is going to spend, post comments to geuss, I don't know the anwser remember. After school Brandon dropped some goo and Harley and I went to some GV girls and I sold it to them for a buck, LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;BTW: go to &lt;a href="http://www.afterworld.tv/"&gt;www.afterworld.tv&lt;/a&gt; oh and go to &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/votingnation/"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/votingnation/&lt;/a&gt; to vote on some items concerning this blog, on friday i will be posting results!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-4693787652689574805?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/4693787652689574805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=4693787652689574805' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/4693787652689574805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/4693787652689574805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-is-holloween.html' title='Today Is Holloween'/><author><name>fatfisher13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13944524004449672394</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-7326189710038113443.post-1902551639601536814</id><published>2007-10-31T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:36:45.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Author</title><content type='html'>Yeh new author, mainly because I'm lazy. It's only a trial period. For a week, if he is kick-ass he stays. If not...well...you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-1902551639601536814?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1902551639601536814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=1902551639601536814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/1902551639601536814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/1902551639601536814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-author.html' title='New Author'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-7211403023627421141</id><published>2007-10-31T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:57:17.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Still not going. "Oh Oh Oh Sexy Vampire" is the best song ever. kbiatnx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-7211403023627421141?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7211403023627421141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=7211403023627421141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/7211403023627421141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/7211403023627421141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-2892258560272269355</id><published>2007-10-30T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:55:53.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mile</title><content type='html'>Zac: What lap are you on?&lt;br /&gt;Brandon: Five&lt;br /&gt;Zac: I'm on nine (something higher than us)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm on your MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-2892258560272269355?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2892258560272269355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=2892258560272269355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/2892258560272269355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/2892258560272269355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/10/mile.html' title='The mile'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-6058701603803297645</id><published>2007-10-24T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:50:55.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests Much?</title><content type='html'>So at school we have had two tests everyday. Well for the first two days anyway. Lame. For my PhD I'm learning Chinese. After all it's either us or them who are going to take over the world. Yay...domination. In art I created the best mast ever. I might even post a picture after Halloween. Everyone brings cameras to Halloween, which brings me to my next point. I am not gitty about Halloween. To be honest it feels perfectly normal. God isn't that weird? I might dress up, I might not.  It's pretty cool believe me or not. Everyone around me up and ready to do stuff and me, I'm worse then Mr. Buzkillington. Also I'm not sure but Bernie talked to Les to get me to surrender, like that will ever happen. I'd rather not go to school then do CRAP for Bernie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-6058701603803297645?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6058701603803297645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=6058701603803297645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6058701603803297645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6058701603803297645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/10/tests-much.html' title='Tests Much?'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-2221154790357901151</id><published>2007-10-17T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T17:18:04.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Gay Paper</title><content type='html'>I typed this for four bucks, want more? Email me at lifeofeliot@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My and my man have been going anal for about a year this week. We have been thinking about it, and we wanted to get a civil union. I know I love him because when the day is at an end a we have mad anal sex for about eight hours. It was actually vary interesting how we met. I used to go to the golds gym on state st, and I always go aroused when I was around him. One day he dropped the soap and I went in for the kill. After that, he sued me for sexual harassment, and rape. Funny think is, with the 100,000 dollars he got, he started a dildo factory. Turns out he hired only illegal immigrants so he got sent to the same jail I was serving my life sentence at. (Lucky me) Well anyway we became cell mates, and after a month he became so lonely that he gave it to me in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But anyway, his parents don't want him to get a civil union with me because we are not the same race. I am a whitey and he is a strong black man. My parents feel the same way. Abby what should we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Your gayest reader,&lt;br /&gt;    John Hand-cock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Posted Thanks To Evan Scott)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-2221154790357901151?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2221154790357901151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=2221154790357901151' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/2221154790357901151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/2221154790357901151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/10/really-gay-paper.html' title='Really Gay Paper'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-1240973120080361465</id><published>2007-10-16T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:47:34.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retards!</title><content type='html'>Josh(p) thought it would be funny to smash a one month old rotten thing of milk around the class rooms. Well it wasn't you little f*cker. I vomited three times. I think someone should pour shit in his backpack and make him use it for a month and see how funny he thinks it is. If he ever plays rugby god will he regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst part is he didn't even get suspended. Come on! If I was Joel I would have him expelled because this inst the first ass-hole-tastic thing that he has done. I think someone should mace his underwear so when he puts it on he piece will burn like hell, but then again it might get rid of his crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: If you want me to post, I like to read original comments, and I don't like it when people use comments to have a conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-1240973120080361465?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1240973120080361465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=1240973120080361465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/1240973120080361465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/1240973120080361465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/10/retards.html' title='Retards!'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-3388036842731358357</id><published>2007-10-13T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:09:02.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>New shorter way to get here, "Lifeofeliot.tk" vrs. "lifeofeliot.blogspot.com". They both work and stuff. Just some people wanted it to be shorter and even told be about the website. Almost no work involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-3388036842731358357?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/3388036842731358357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=3388036842731358357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/3388036842731358357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/3388036842731358357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/10/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-7683781662687081225</id><published>2007-10-13T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:29:57.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy kitties everywhere!</title><content type='html'>Last night no one let the cat out. So she laid on top of me for like an hour. She was so adorable! I wish I was a kitty sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the main reason why I'm posting on a Saturday morning is because I had a wicked dream. Where Agoraphobia is the fear of people and Gore, and arachnophobia is the fear of Iraqis. Weird... Well any way, if you were an American soldier, would you destroy a man's car who was taxing for someone who was smuggling? The car is the man's lively hood and without he can't support his family, but he has been suspected of smuggling stuff himself. What would you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T ANSWER IN THE COMENTS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-7683781662687081225?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7683781662687081225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=7683781662687081225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/7683781662687081225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/7683781662687081225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-kitties-everywhere.html' title='Happy kitties everywhere!'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-5866832499452981079</id><published>2007-10-11T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T08:01:41.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New rule</title><content type='html'>If you make a retarded comment under anonymous, first of all it's under anonymous, second of all, you cant delete it and i will only remove three a day if I feel like it. So stop the retarded comments, and now I might be late. GFO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-5866832499452981079?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5866832499452981079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=5866832499452981079' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/5866832499452981079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/5866832499452981079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-rule.html' title='New rule'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-6531930835686954777</id><published>2007-10-10T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:43:37.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>Ate too much ice cream, vomited. Probably no post today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-6531930835686954777?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6531930835686954777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=6531930835686954777' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6531930835686954777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6531930835686954777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-6252174982637164242</id><published>2007-10-09T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T16:46:24.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo</title><content type='html'>Super Happy Magic Mushrooms! Everyone loves puzzle pirates, thats why I didn't post yesterday, I'm not proud, but at least I can admit it. Suckas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway nothing happened yesterday But today the teachers finally had a meeting about the general degrading of the school. Finally! Lots of stuff being stolen the water fountains being jammed, Joel's class being a pigsty after lunch. School has started to become more and more of a hell hole, it has to be a new kid, this has never been a problem before. But Bernie was upset because at the camp out we made lots of funny at him. He said it was a cheep shot, sorta like his way of living, coincidences? I think not. Well anyway Harley came over so I'm just gonna hang out with him. Kthnxbia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: If you want me to post, I like to read original comments, and I don't like it when people use comments to have a conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-6252174982637164242?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6252174982637164242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=6252174982637164242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6252174982637164242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6252174982637164242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/10/moo.html' title='Moo'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-8106340879692554563</id><published>2007-10-05T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:14:30.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quickly</title><content type='html'>The girly-girls, are preppy now, the chalky realizing that they didn't have a reason to hat me, stopped hating me, and the preppy girls took their place. Oh well aren't camp outs fun? Also Chris asked out Jenny, as far as can tell, he hit it off in the morning, but got served the day/night before. Meh, who the fuck cares though, it'll probably last about a month. Last thing the chalky kids think that ciggies and booze are okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-8106340879692554563?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8106340879692554563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=8106340879692554563' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/8106340879692554563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/8106340879692554563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-quickly.html' title='Just a Quickly'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-786930903108482775</id><published>2007-10-03T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:00:32.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supper happy magic Gah</title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got kind of depressed, when it came to my blog. It takes at least 1/2 an hour to make a post, but the only people who read it are people who experience it with me and when we talk about it, it only takes about five minutes. They do think it's funny, and sure, it can be pretty funny and I can say stuff I here, I wouldn't dare to say in school, but to my knowledge, I haven't yet ;). But when I really start to think about it, I'm just a whiny little fatty. (Oxymoron) I mostly rant about my school life, because I'm to lazy to get up and say that it stinks, and do something about it. In end you are all suckers. SUCKAS! lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school recently, we have had six tests, five one week and one (this one I think) on the Monday following. Bernie's were two of them. ANALLY! lolz. But in all seriousness, he said he surrendered but he still holds a grudge against me. I think it's because he thinks which (which I am) the "King of the nerds" (KOTN) that I influence every nerd around me even if I'm not in the class. Lolz. If you want an example Katelyn was sitting in the reading area, Josh(H) and I walked into the reading area, sat down, stared at Bernie's bird, within 30 seconds, he yelled at us for disrupting Katelyn. The nerd is highly undesirable to other groups as far as I can gather. And me as KOTN is hated to most, but that brings me to the next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school I started to ask people why they hated me. "I don't know" said one kid in art class, "Because your gay" said a girl on my way to lunch. So, some people at my school don't even know why they hate me, and the ones who say I'm gay, first of all, I don't think I'm gay. And even if I was, what difference does it make? Or all or of you so stupid that you think people who are gay have something wrong with them? They are perfectly normal people! Few people changed afterwards, at least to my face. When I say this, I mostly think of Haily and Sebastian and possibly Aron. But still I feel they talk crap behind my back. But at least not treating me shit to my face is an improvement I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the final segment for today, PhD. I still want to learn Japaneses, but my friend's dad is from China, and wants to teach his son Chinese, but he does not want to learn so he is willing to teach me. Oh well, eventually China will rule the world though, so I guess I'm better off. ^_^ My dad already spent like 50$ on Japanese, but...If I don't have a mentor I can't do it. So yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: If you want me to post, I like to read original comments.&lt;br /&gt;ABTW: Middle school camp out tomorrow, and I don't normally post on the weekends next update: Monday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-786930903108482775?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/786930903108482775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=786930903108482775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/786930903108482775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/786930903108482775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/10/supper-happy-magic-gah.html' title='Supper happy magic Gah'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-1948739259130958066</id><published>2007-09-18T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:12:32.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zomfg</title><content type='html'>My party sucked so hard. There were only two airsoft guns. A crappy springer, and a kick-ass electric. Brandon's did not work, and Sean could not come. I planned to have seven guns, but I only got two. Poor planning on my part. Well anyway at my party, we saw the paper man, he is pretty cool. We stayed up so late, I'm still tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was crap as usual. But today sucked extra bad. At the start of the day, no one put chairs back. Even as we yelled their names. They had a teacher meeting as they usally do on Tuesday. Nothing that great happened all day, except in English. Erica Whats her face, and Roxane  were talking to much, so Erica had to sit right next to me, actually starting to look at her, god she is hairy. She should shave, she has a better facial hair then I do. Lucky sorta. And the number one reason why today sucked ultra mega bad; Brandon and Ian, yelled yes to the DOL test be tomorrow. WTF guys? God I could fucking shank them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the back to school barbecue. Apparently some of the parents don't like their kids riding bikes on normally busy streets at four in the morning. WTF America?&lt;br /&gt;It's safer to ride then then it is during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: If you want me to post, I like to read comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-1948739259130958066?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1948739259130958066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=1948739259130958066' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/1948739259130958066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/1948739259130958066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/09/zomfg.html' title='Zomfg'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-6049838894922903518</id><published>2007-09-14T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:42:18.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Firday!!!</title><content type='html'>It's Friday. Pretty snazzy huh? Well anyway, The reason why I didn't post, is because that my brother had do homework on my laptop. Maybe it was work on the website, it doesnt really matter, I couldent use my laptop. The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school today, Brandon, and Evan(s) got "Crawling in my skin" stuck in their heads. God I could of shot them in the face with a boob-gun. Gah! In science, we played with toy cars. Real fun, with hidden science. In math instead of doing logic games, and free sitting, people pissed off the substitute, so we had a normal day. God damned chalk. English we had a test, I think I passed, except I probably lost half my points to spelling. Lunch, well Carl doesn't hate me that much anymore. Sweet. Council was awesome-tacular. Not cool enough to go into though. After school I saw a girl I had a crush on in the fifth grade, she as most everyone else hates me. Oh well. I live so people can hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My party list includes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh H&lt;br /&gt;Brandon B&lt;br /&gt;Harley M&lt;br /&gt;Ben M&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;br /&gt;Wiz Kidz&lt;br /&gt;Nigel (80%)&lt;br /&gt;Evan (50%)&lt;br /&gt;Joe&lt;br /&gt;And I yet to call Alfred, Sean, And Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My party is going to be awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-6049838894922903518?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6049838894922903518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=6049838894922903518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6049838894922903518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6049838894922903518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-firday.html' title='It&apos;s Firday!!!'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-7474354905191576360</id><published>2007-09-12T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:37:14.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 miles</title><content type='html'>I rode 10 miles today, on my brother's bike. I'm too f*cking tired to typing I'll post more latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-7474354905191576360?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7474354905191576360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=7474354905191576360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/7474354905191576360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/7474354905191576360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/09/10-miles.html' title='10 miles'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-2975510702052600884</id><published>2007-09-11T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:18:50.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten reason why school sucks</title><content type='html'>The first reason is that everybody, except my close friends hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me so stressed out I vomit every day.&lt;br /&gt;Means having to go to bed earlier then I like.&lt;br /&gt;Means that I have to wake up and worry about school.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like I have a job, but as a horrible latrine cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;My school has a big school feeling, but is to small for anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;I can't start anything real interesting, because I'm busy with school.&lt;br /&gt;Means that my it's a real pain in the ass to talk to my friends who live far away.&lt;br /&gt;I have to show up for and English class, where I learn little English.&lt;br /&gt;The lunches always raise in price, but lower in quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was okay. Nothing special till after school. Science was pretty meh, I guess, no one respects Les so he can't teach at his full potential. He is a great teacher but if the chalky people would just miss that class, we would probably go twice as fast. It's pretty annoying. Math, was good actually, I finished all my work in class. Pretty cool. English we finished Autobiography, and our Vocab Presentations. SS was fine except I was like the only one awake. Suckas! lol jk. PE sucked extra hard because we had to run the mile on account of the fact that Erica has to go to soccer and run again there. (It's normally on Wednesday) I have to ride my bike two miles everyday, but no one cares about me lol. Study hall was okay for study hall lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Harley, and josh came over. First we watched some stuff on YouTube. Then we went to the Lake. They found the airsoft AK. Sorta. Well basically we re-hid it and I think we did good. Harley had to go to the Middle school thing, and Josh's mom was in a hurry or something, so Josh didn't leave till like eight-ish. My dad had classes during the time it was, so he couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wounder though. If Bernie were to read this, how would he feel? I talk smack about his class, but it's mostly true. I sometimes think, does he really hate me as I think he does? And if so, why doesn't he just send me to a different class? But whatever, only my friends read this, and I don't think I'll ever ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-2975510702052600884?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2975510702052600884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=2975510702052600884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/2975510702052600884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/2975510702052600884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/09/ten-reason-why-school-sucks.html' title='Ten reason why school sucks'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-6019170442578007107</id><published>2007-09-10T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:12:57.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crudmisterz!</title><content type='html'>School...sucks...so...bad. I would kill a panda bear and eat it's eyes out if I instantly learned everything. My small, pimp'in backpack, is officially to small, I had to go to a friend's house with it open, then home with it open! It's because the school's text book. Two inches thick WTF!? I'd rather go to the one that harley goes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got a shit load of HW to do. So I nearly one in poison. (PE, tied with Max) Bernie was gone so Jeniffer subbed. No one respects subs. That pisses me off, but what ever. Kk, I gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-6019170442578007107?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6019170442578007107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=6019170442578007107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6019170442578007107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/6019170442578007107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/09/holy-crudmisterz.html' title='Holy Crudmisterz!'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-676550200300312273</id><published>2007-09-09T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:16:58.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry my bad</title><content type='html'>I was at my grandma's birthday party all weekend. She turned 90. The party was held at yosemity, in a swanky hotel. It wasn't actually that bad. My brother and me mostly just sat on a bridge, and try to catch squirrels, I touched on four times! ^_^. Well anyway My grandma has no internet, and I just got back, so I'm tired, I'll post more after school tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-676550200300312273?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/676550200300312273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=676550200300312273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/676550200300312273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/676550200300312273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorry-my-bad.html' title='Sorry my bad'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-1679319263746120248</id><published>2007-09-06T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T07:17:11.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Cut with side of Demise</title><content type='html'>Last night, I found a razor. I cut some soda cans, made a couple of things I can't say, then...I almost completely cut off a weird growth! God it was so f*cking bloody! I would not stop bleeding. It lasted for about ten minutes. Then my brother put some TP on it and squezed like a fat man without his food. Then he duck taped it. Now It's a major pain in the ass to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the demise, the razor was sorta rusty! So I cut myself with a rusty razor! I thank you "Plus 6int ring of mage"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-1679319263746120248?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1679319263746120248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=1679319263746120248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/1679319263746120248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/1679319263746120248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/09/deep-cut-with-side-of-demise.html' title='Deep Cut with side of Demise'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-9135226506681740157</id><published>2007-09-05T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:05:58.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Breakfast, Bad Day</title><content type='html'>I actuly woke up today, about 6:30. That gave me enough time, to go to Vons and get me some grub. Lol. Well I got two donuts, and a "full throttl". It diddn't reallly have an effect till math, around the start, my heart began to race, like when you play paintball and some paint wizzes by your face. Well this lasted for into the middle of Bernie's class. In the middle of Joel's class, the dognuts did their part, I felt sick, real sick. I had to go vomit, and some ass muncher in the sixth grade, had taken it. It took about eight minites to get to the bathroom. And it smelled awfull in there. Like someone had taken a dump two years ago and finaly came back to flush, but they thaought it was playdough because there retarted and smeared all over the walls, then they relised what they just played with, so they trew up on the walls, and the janitor is to  afraid to come and clean it up. That is what the boy's bathroom smells like. Well anyway, about me vomiting, it exploed out of me, like someone had put some C4 in my belly and boom it went! So yeah, new rule kids, don't drink energy drinks, and eat dognuts for breakfast if you don't like vomiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was fine I guess. In PE we ran the mile. I wanted to carry josh on my sholders to piss off the establishment but JoshH is to much of a square. (=p) For the rest of the day I intend to maybe go on a bike ride, or just hang out at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-9135226506681740157?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/9135226506681740157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=9135226506681740157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/9135226506681740157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/9135226506681740157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/09/bad-breakfast-bad-day.html' title='Bad Breakfast, Bad Day'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7326189710038113443.post-7463006751358861197</id><published>2007-09-04T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:40:39.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to start off School</title><content type='html'>I started school about a week ago. Guess what changed? It starts at 8:15! But that's not the worst part, it ends five minutes latter, that's like having acid mistaken for eye drops! Not only are your eyes dry, but acid get pored on them! Not cool man, Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of the summer my computer broke down, so I have been playing on my laptop. It is a major piece of crap. I can't even play rune scape, and watch stuff. Sometimes, I can't even watch stuff! I don't know, maybe I will just get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, we start in Science, were doing a lot of stuff with tops. But through the whole year, were are doing chemistry. I like earth Sciences the best. Oh well. In math we are working in packets. English, Bernie made me get a class binder, two years with out one, I don't see why I should need one. It only holds, crap that I don't even use. SS were doing American history. Who cares about American history, when I want to move somewhere else, We can go kill ourselves at age 16 in a totally different continent, but we can't drink till were 21. (Thank you Jennifer) My main problem with America is that were too paranoid. But back to school in SS, the teachers were very confused with the new procedural, so they had to keep talking to each other so SS rocked, because I talked to EvanS the entire time. (Pen Island EvanS!) Then I had PE, It sucks because we are starting with basket ball, and two whores whom I won't name, are well whores. Then I finished all my HW in Study Hall.&lt;br /&gt;That's basically my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7326189710038113443-7463006751358861197?l=lifeofeliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7463006751358861197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7326189710038113443&amp;postID=7463006751358861197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/7463006751358861197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7326189710038113443/posts/default/7463006751358861197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofeliot.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-start-off-school.html' title='How to start off School'/><author><name>Eliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10402074592108563069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-5afzsf8Vw/TKtizckG80I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Yri83-YBDs/S220/045.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
