﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>anti_art's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from anti_art</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art</link></image><item><title>Monday, June 18, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/598413513/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/598413513/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 01:54:36 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I went to this lady’s house to sell and deliver a drawing that I have worked on all week. I parked my truck on her driveway, which is pretty much a hill. And lately I’ve been having trouble with my truck staying in park. This is not sounding good is it. Well as I was talking with her, she started yelling with a very panicked look on her face. I turned around to look out the window and saw my truck rolling. I ran out the door to try to catch it. I have no idea what I would of done if I would have caught it, but I had no better idea. It rolled down her driveway, backwards, into her beautiful yard, missed a tree, rolled into the street, rolled across the street, luckily no house was across the street, it finally stopped. Her yard did have some tire marks through it, along with a few holes where my grill dug into her yard. Then later that day I decided to go look for arrowheads on the old family farm. Sometimes I go arrowhead hunting because its kind of relaxing. But then I get my truck stuck in the mud. I try digging my truck out with a shovel, but nothing works. And I lost my cell phone. So I walked home. It’s a good thing I watch Man vs. Wild on the Discovery Channel. I may not have made it trough that thirty minute walk home. Haha. Anyway my truck spent the night in the mud and rain which made me kind of nervous. Till the next morning when my neighbor pulled it out with his tractor. Besides a slight vibration, my truck is ok.&amp;nbsp; I hope it's just the tires.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/598413513/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, May 09, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/589620347/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/589620347/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2007 13:19:46 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/anti_art/82ff3121880874/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I have been collecting cameras for the last year. Every once in a while, when I&amp;nbsp;have nothing to say, I will&amp;nbsp;share my&amp;nbsp;collection with you. Today I will start off with&amp;nbsp;a fun one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I remember a day long long ago when everyone had a pocket camera.&amp;nbsp; That was a good day.&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/anti_art/82ff3121880874/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/anti_art/82ff3121880874/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/anti_art/d170b121880979/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/anti_art/82ff3121880874/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt=IMG_3612 src="http://x82.xanga.com/ff3d91f115c35121880874/z87907795.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/anti_art/d170b121880979/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt=IMG_3983 src="http://xd1.xanga.com/70bc10e734537121880979/z87907887.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/589620347/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, February 05, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/568050567/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/568050567/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2007 04:35:45 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Tonight I hung out at a super bowl party with my brother in law and his work friends. I felt kind of awkward. That usually happens when I'm hanging around guys that are bigger and older than me and there all drinking beer, and I don't know any of them. I thought about walking all casual to the cooler, get a Corona, talk about the game, act like I care who wins, eat some buffalo wings. or I could do the usual and just stand in one place and say nothing, and eat buffalo wings. I choose plan two, and I drank a Coke.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Which is really not a better choice. Then I started thinking, Coke is more addictive and probably more destructive to our society than Coronas will ever be. Your mind thinks a lot when your just standing there. As it turns out some one asked if I wanted to play a game of pool. Then I got into some conversation about how funny the super bowl commercials were. Then I meet this guy that knew the same people that I knew, he even dated my cousin in high school. Finally I ended up being a designated driver.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/568050567/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, January 22, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/564982297/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/564982297/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 22:50:01 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Today was interesting. I saw a lot of people I knew. I like those kind of days. But&amp;nbsp;I meet everyone in the oddest places. I also meet this little old lady. She ran into my truck. And added another dent to the already tortured passenger side of my truck. I really don't care any more. I just don't like the constant airy sound that gets louder the faster I go. I turn my music up really loud now. She said she didn’t see me. That’s odd, since I drive a big red truck.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/564982297/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, December 01, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/552243345/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/552243345/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Dec 2006 14:21:51 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Sleet on the out side of a&amp;nbsp;car is a common sight, but not as common as inside your car. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;It can happen if you leave your windows down all night on a night that it just happens to sleet all night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;It's pretty cool.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/552243345/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, November 09, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/545844095/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/545844095/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Nov 2006 02:34:46 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I was at a convenience store buying a Sobe drink. As I was walking toward the counter I started shaking the bottle. When I shook the bottle, it shattered in my hand. Glass and juice was everywhere.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how&amp;nbsp;it happened, I just know it was odd.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/545844095/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, October 27, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/541622745/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/541622745/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2006 01:40:26 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I haven't been stopped for speeding in ten years. Then within say four months I get two tickets by the same cop in the same place. He asked me if I was in a hurry. And I said yes. Then he asked if had any drugs or bombs. And I said no. Then he wanted to find out for himself. So he searched me and my truck. He even sent for back up. I pulled right over and was dressed up and had a Howard Payne name tag on. I didn't think there was any need for back up. The next day some said they heard it on the radar. I was going 13 miles over the speed limit. It was an improvement from last time, 18 over. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/541622745/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, September 29, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/533668246/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/533668246/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2006 15:56:22 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I feel completely lost when I have to dress up.&amp;nbsp; I know some colors go to gather and some don't.&amp;nbsp; Like black and brown and what ever else out there that can make you look like an idiot if you don't get it right.&amp;nbsp; But I have yet to figure out how this all works.&amp;nbsp; I had to dress up today and&amp;nbsp;I felt that something wasn't right.&amp;nbsp; I just knew&amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;going to walk by someone that’s thinking "Oh my gosh,&amp;nbsp;I can't believe he's wearing that!”&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/533668246/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, September 09, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/527638923/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/527638923/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Sep 2006 19:53:14 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;As&amp;nbsp;me and a group of friends&amp;nbsp;was walking out the door of a house today, I kept hearing this sound but wasn't paying any attention to it.&amp;nbsp; Then we all stopped in the yard and started talking. Someone spoke up and said "Someones cell phone is ringing".&amp;nbsp; Then we all looked at each other. Then we noticed the icecream truck turning the corner. Then we laughed.&amp;nbsp; I think it would be funny if some one ran after the ice cream truck man yelling "Your cell phone is ringing!"&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/527638923/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, September 06, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/526663050/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/526663050/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Sep 2006 13:47:46 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I'm just trying to think of all the funny things that have happened to me since last time I posted.&amp;nbsp; I can only think of two.&amp;nbsp; I did fall in front of all the freshman class as I was taking a group photo of them.&amp;nbsp; I was walking on the seats in Mims to get a better view.&amp;nbsp; As I got up the freshman class cheered and applauded me.&amp;nbsp; My camera survived.&amp;nbsp; And also I learned why dish washer soap is different, and why your not suppose to use normal dish soap unless you want all of you kitchen floor to be covered in soap suds, which is pretty cool.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/anti_art/526663050/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>