﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>jazzbass87's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from jazzbass87</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/jazzbass87</link></image><item><title>Wednesday, July 26, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/512445667/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/512445667/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jul 2006 09:47:21 GMT</pubDate><description>My fiancee is the&amp;nbsp; most awesome person in my world....just so everyone knows. So the rents are gone for a week which means im going out and not catching shit for it every night. whoo. but because of work my exhaustion continues to linger so i still get too tired too quick. ahh well.</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/512445667/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, July 19, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/510071400/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/510071400/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jul 2006 15:57:51 GMT</pubDate><description>ok a little addition to my previous log, but i signed on to check this xanga and i hadnt for a very long time, and what do you know? it has been exactly one year since i created it. 365 days...wow</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/510071400/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, July 19, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/510069026/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/510069026/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jul 2006 15:47:06 GMT</pubDate><description>wow its been a while. so the summer is closing up and ive done nothing.......nothing. i havnt hardly seen anyone because of my stupid job and it really pisses me off the i was dumb enough to sign on to a job like this. i have to get up every morning at 4:45 so i cant stay out real late. otherwise i would be worthless the next day for work. it has just sucked. but most of my friends have stuck through it with me. even though the times they've seen me they could count on one hand. thanks guys. i cant wait to get back to school so that i can see peolple on a daily basis. its been hard seeing katie too. she works nights and i work days. who thought that shit up? *sigh* well i guess i can't complain much considering i still have food every day, a roof to live under, friends and family that love me, and both of my testicles. so, im doing pretty good in that regard. ill write later. peace.</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/510069026/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, April 13, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/471746971/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/471746971/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Apr 2006 11:14:19 GMT</pubDate><description>bligity blag</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/471746971/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, April 13, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/471708352/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/471708352/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Apr 2006 09:36:36 GMT</pubDate><description>So the other day i was killing facists when....BANG. this fat guy in the middle of a&amp;nbsp;big field got everyone killed. I was at a reeactment and was having a pretty aggreable time. i mean, minus the germans on the top of the hill who wouldnt tak their hits and were being all "that time of the month" on us. So after we physically slapped the garbage out of them, we headed for german headquarters only to find that our climb of the mountain had ben in vain because the 82nd had already been there and screwed everything up as usual...damn airborne. so we started the battle over and went to take over the german heald bridge on the other side of the field. we set up mortotrs and who comes running accross in our line of site? but the 82nd guys again. damned airborne. well we pushed through and got to a point in the field where we could hide ehind a berm. i was sent to the flank to try and take out the halftrack that the germans had with my bazooka. chris was with me. we made it to the woods and all of the sudden we hear this guy yell, "Walk and shoot!" get ready! one, two, three...AHHHHHHHH" and everyone (except my unit cuz the guys in my unit are smart) got of and started running towards the 1. halftrack with mounted MG-34, 2. MG-43 3. #2 MG-43 (all heavy machine guns) and we got sluaghtered. idiots. big freakin idiots. well i had a good timne anyway. damng this is long. ok im done. peace.</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/471708352/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, March 27, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/463759530/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/463759530/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Mar 2006 00:51:59 GMT</pubDate><description>i hate xanga, but what the heck. i should start writing again. get some thoguhts out of my brain. cuz i need the space...</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/463759530/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, February 06, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/439018228/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/439018228/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2006 23:05:45 GMT</pubDate><description>so college is sweet. pretty damned sweet. and things with katie couldn't be better. this one time though, a girl we dont even know started calling one of my very good friends fat for no reason. calling her all kinds of terrible names. things i wont repeat on my xanga. but all of our friends united in a cause to let this person know that we would not tolerate that. oh, by the way. all of the friends i speak of are either seniors in high school or in college. this "girl" and i use the term lightly because no human beiong should do what she did, is 13. ha!&amp;nbsp; i laugh at your feeble attempts to insult us! go through puberty, and then come and talk to me...im out</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/439018228/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, December 28, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/415602609/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/415602609/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2005 11:17:28 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;alright! since it's been a month since ive last updated, and people are angered about this, here it goes. alot has happened since the last one. katie has come home so im happy, and while she was home i thought to myself, ehh...what the hell and asked her to marry me. im actually to excited about this for words. it was an amaizing moment. i cant wait for the day that we get to be at millerswville together. and im rooming with chris which makes my stay that much more enjoyable. alright this is enough. it might be another month until i upate again, unless my fiance write mean things again and simply annoys me into it. haha kidding...sorta. love you............&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=7&gt;Bye&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/415602609/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, November 29, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/396978928/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/396978928/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2005 14:35:24 GMT</pubDate><description>...............…………..„--~~""”¯¯¯””~~-„……………………………………........... &lt;BR&gt;…………………..„-~”:::::::::::::::::::::::::”~,…………………………………………. &lt;BR&gt;……………….„~”\,:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::”-,…………………………………....... &lt;BR&gt;…………….../;;;;;;|::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::\……………………………............ &lt;BR&gt;……………..|;;;;;;;/:::::::””~~--::::::::::::::-~~”::\……………………………........... &lt;BR&gt;……………./”~,;;/:::::::/¯¯¯¯¯’\:::::::::::/’¯¯¯¯’\……IS GON RAIN! &lt;BR&gt;…………….\ º: ¯::::::::\ . . • . ,/::::::::::\„ . • . ,/………………………………....... &lt;BR&gt;……………/’::::::::::::::::”~~~”:::::/””~::::’\”~~”::’\,…………………………………. &lt;BR&gt;………….../:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::’\,__„„/’::::::::::’\………………………………... &lt;BR&gt;…………..|:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::„----„_„---,:::::::::::\………………………........... &lt;BR&gt;…………..|:::::::::::::::::::::::::::„~"----„__„„-“::::::::::::|…………………………....... &lt;BR&gt;…………..|::::::::::::::::::::::::::/’;;;;;;;;;/::::::::::::::::::::::::: |…………………………....... &lt;BR&gt;………..„~”\:::::::::::::::::::::::::\__;;;;;;\--„:::::::::::::::::/…………………………........ &lt;BR&gt;……..,-“;:;\ .\,::::::::::::::::::::::::’\„_¯¯¯„-“:::::::::::::/…………………………......... &lt;BR&gt;….„~”;:\;:;:;\, .”~„::::::::::::::::::::::::¯¯¯:::::::::::::,-“;\………………………........... &lt;BR&gt;.,~”;:;:;:;\;:;:;:”-, . ”~--„:::::::::::::~--„„___„„~“::::„-‘ . |;:'\”~-„………………………… &lt;BR&gt;“;:;:;:;:;:;:\;:;:;:;:;”-, . . .”~~---„„„„_______„„„--~” . ./ |;:;:’\;:;”-,……………………... &lt;BR&gt;;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;\____;:;”-, ~-„ . . . . . . . . /;;;;;’\, . . .,/ . |;:,~”;:;:;”-,…………….......... &lt;BR&gt;;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;/;:;:;:;”~, “~-„_ . . . /„;;;;;;;/”-„~” . . |;:;”~„;:;:;:;’\………………..... &lt;BR&gt;;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:/;:;:;:;:;:;:”~„ . .¯”~-’ . “~,;;;’\ . . . . .|;:;:;:;|;:;:;:;:;’\……………..... &lt;BR&gt;;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;”~--„;:;:;:;:;:”~„ . . . . . .|;;;;;;’\ . . . |;:;:;:;/;:;:”~,;:;:\……………… &lt;BR&gt;;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:”~--„;:;:;:;:”~„ . . . |;;;;;;;;’\, . .|;:;:;:/;:;:;:;:;’\;:;:\………........ &lt;BR&gt;;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:”~-„;:;:;:”~„ .|;;;;;;;;;;;”~,|;:;:;/;:;:;:;:;:;:\;:;:\…………… &lt;BR&gt;;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:|;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:”~-„;:;:”~„;;;;;;;;;;;;/;:;,/’;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;\;:;:\…........... &lt;BR&gt;;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:|,/;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:”~-„;”~„;;;;;;/;:,/;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;\;:;:'\……...... &lt;BR&gt;;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:/;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;”~-„’\,;/ ,/;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:\;:;:|…........ &lt;BR&gt;;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;|;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:¯\„/;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;|;:;:|………. &lt;BR&gt;;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;|;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;|;:o;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:::;:|;:;:|........... &lt;BR&gt;;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;|;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;|;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:|;:;:|………. &lt;BR&gt;;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;|;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;|;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:|;:;:|………. &lt;BR&gt;_;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;|;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;|;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:|;:;:|........... &lt;BR&gt;;:;¯””~~--„„_|_;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:|;:;o;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;|-~/……..... &lt;BR&gt;;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:¯””~~----„„„__;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;|;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;|~“………… &lt;BR&gt;„_:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;¯¯”""”~~~~------„„„„„__|_;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;|…………… &lt;BR&gt;;:;¯¯¯””””~~~---„„„__:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;¯¯¯””””~~~~~----|…………...</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/396978928/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, November 14, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/387354043/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/387354043/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2005 17:47:04 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;ok,&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;two months ago i did somthing i regret. i was really angry at my best friend of 15 years' gilrfriend. she treated him really really bad. and i wasnt gonna stand for it. me and some friends went out that night and wrote stuff with that window paint stuff on her car. that wasa mistake. there was a big fuss for about a week and then things kinda died off. two months later it resurfaced last night at a band competition. i was called by this friend who yelled at me for a while about it, i let him cuz i deserved it. i then said i was real sorry and regreted it. he gave the phone to his gilrfriend who screamed at me too. i said i was sorry but she didnt believe me. the part that hurts the most is that he convinced my girlfriend that if i went an apologized to her that it would all be better and he could hang out with us again and stop shrugging us off. but nothing changed. my katie got really upset and cried real hard and i was angry. especially since i lost the man who prolly would have been best man at my wedding. not good times.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/jazzbass87/387354043/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>