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  <title>gschafs420</title>
  <subtitle>stay in drugs, don't do school.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-08-18T06:26:10Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:7553</id>
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    <title>this is what happened today</title>
    <published>2009-08-18T06:26:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-18T06:26:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I woke up and started to get ready to go to my friend Sarah's to swim, tan, blaze. My mom told me that we shoulda went to the beach- it was only 12:30 so I told her we might as well still go. She canceled a client she had in the afternoon and I called Sarah and Andi to come with us. My mom was planning on meeting her guy friend; Dudley&amp;nbsp;there, who I am begining to beleive is a good guy for my mom, and&amp;nbsp;I've been trying to convince her this. Me, Sarah and Andi got a ride from Tawn and picked up and seshed&amp;nbsp;before we left for the beach. When we got there we had to wait for Dudley&amp;nbsp;we got to the beach at like 4 p.m. pretty much. It sucked haha it took so long to get there yo! We really shouldn't have stopped for food lol. Anyways, the sun was pretty much gone so we just decided to sesh on the beach pretty much right beside my mom but it was too windy so we went up to this tree that had fallen down. We sat underneath it but there was a shit load of ants in the sand so we dipped out fast. We found a picnik table that just happened to be right in view of our chairs and purses&amp;nbsp;on the beach and nothing else! No one could even see us. It was pretty chillin, we'd all agree. We blazed there a couple times and swam in the water til the sun was down and&amp;nbsp;we walked back to mom to go home. She said she wanted some more time so we went and played frizbee on land for a bit and got bored quickly. We walked back over to my mom and Dudley who looked like they were ready to go but they just started to walk away and leave stuff behind. Iasked my mom where they were going and she told me a bird shat in her hair! AHA. She went to wash it out- Me, Andi and Sarah were so bored we just started to munch on the rest of the food. I drank a pop that had been sitting out from&amp;nbsp;right before we played frizbee. I drank out of the pop can a couple times til the last fucking sip- when a&amp;nbsp;bee came flying from in&amp;nbsp;the can&amp;nbsp;into my mouth&amp;nbsp;and stung the inside of my lip!&amp;nbsp;:( &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was crying- not becuase it hurt. It was the shock, really! I thought it would be alot worse lol. once it just started swelling the inside of my lip and hurt even more I was fine. I was just in shock and worried the stinger was still in there or I swallowed it. I don't know why but I'm always worried about what bad could happen. Anyways- I was crying and my mom came over and Dudley gave me a cold ice pack. It was pretty nice, everyone was helping me lol Andi told me it looked like i got free collagen and that&amp;nbsp;I looked like Angelina Jolie. LMAO&amp;nbsp;i love you andi... beach times again soon &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:7302</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: And the Apple Goes To</title>
    <published>2009-08-18T05:12:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-18T05:12:27Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who is/was your favorite teacher in school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=1021'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=1021"&gt;View 517 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
When I was in grade 4- my home room teacher &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Curry &lt;/strong&gt;was cool. I don't remember why but I remember liking her as a teacher. haha:) When I was in grade 6- my home room teacher &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Swanson &lt;/strong&gt;was fucking cool and a really understand teacher. He had three daughers and his family was really close, that probably really helped lol-&amp;nbsp; i've come to beleive close families make&amp;nbsp;genuine&amp;nbsp;people.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:7031</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: When I Was Young</title>
    <published>2009-07-02T04:11:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-02T04:11:20Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you miss most about being a kid? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_daeinleyof' lj:user='daeinleyof' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://daeinleyof.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://daeinleyof.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;daeinleyof&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=949'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=949"&gt;View 505 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
When I was young I lived with both my parents and my two brothers. My brothers were responsible as fuck and easy to get along with, most of the time. Mainly their entertainment got us through the&amp;nbsp;days; like Russell drinking&amp;nbsp;odd combinations&amp;nbsp;from a science experiment set that was a&amp;nbsp;Christmas gift and having bubbles come out&amp;nbsp;his nose&amp;nbsp;or Mitch jumping off the couch pretending to fly like Peter Pan. Shit that was a long time ago.&amp;nbsp;I'm preetty damn baked right now and where ever they are they prolly are too ahhaha... i love you guysssssssssssssss xo</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:6841</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Teen Time Machine</title>
    <published>2009-06-13T04:58:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-13T04:58:14Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you could be a teenager living in any decade, which one would you choose? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_twertle' lj:user='twertle' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://twertle.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://twertle.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;twertle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=938'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=938"&gt;View 503 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
1970's. pretty much&amp;nbsp;the decade that 'hippies' became alive.&lt;br /&gt;stoners around the world became heard.&lt;br /&gt;like.. smoke weed. be at peace. live life. that was their motto.&lt;br /&gt;that would be the decade I would want to live in as&amp;nbsp;a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really, any past decade would be cooler to live in. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the current is going to shit..&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:6606</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Call Me</title>
    <published>2009-06-03T02:50:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-03T02:50:30Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you still use a landline at home, or do you rely completely on your cell phone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=920'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=920"&gt;View 502 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
It's strange that this question was asked. Today I was with my ma, concidering to get rid of our home phone. Both of us use or cell phones 24/7 and the home phone is not much of a concern. If the home phone rings it's usually never for me, even my gramma calls me on my cell phone! lol</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:6271</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Multilingual</title>
    <published>2009-05-31T17:58:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-31T17:58:43Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many languages do you speak? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_40alatariel' lj:user='40alatariel' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://40alatariel.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://40alatariel.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;40alatariel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=917'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=917"&gt;View 503 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
I speak English. That's all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:6000</id>
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    <title>UMm..</title>
    <published>2009-05-29T02:19:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-29T02:19:22Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I don't like that my pops never calls me &lt;br /&gt;Where are you daddy? :(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:5845</id>
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    <title>R.I.P Jakey  -  We all miss you bro&amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2009-05-28T20:08:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-28T20:08:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It struck me hard when I realized today marks the tenth month since I have last seen my little brother Jacob. I know there are hundreds of&amp;nbsp; friends and family grieving today, Jakey ment alot to so many people.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Significant Change</title>
    <published>2009-05-28T19:30:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-16T22:14:34Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever tried to change yourself for someone you were in a relationship with (or wanted to be in a relationship with)? Did it work?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=915'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=915"&gt;View 502 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
I never changed myself for a relationship&amp;nbsp;but, I quit smoking weed for one&amp;nbsp;. I&amp;nbsp;guess in a way it worked to&amp;nbsp;repair the relationship but, I ended up moving away and refused to have a long distance relationship. Soon after I started up the habit again,&amp;nbsp;smoking even more than before. I love Marijayne and Marijayne loves me.</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Swine Times</title>
    <published>2009-05-23T06:07:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-23T06:07:47Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you worried about catching the swine flu? Do you have a plan for avoiding contagion or dealing with quarantine?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=882'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=882"&gt;View 501 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
Something funny, yet very unfortunate, happened to me last week. I got a terrible cough, which was totally just me getting sick. When I went to the doctor to get anti-biotics so it would clear up faster, they made me wear a mask on my face too block my mouth/nose when I coughed. It was imbarresing&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;first while&amp;nbsp;I was in the waiting room becuase I was the only one with one on my face. After a couple mintues I just started to joke about it, even though it was awfully irritating. When I finally got into the doctor's office, he asked me a few questions concerning the matter of swine flu. Once answered, he told me to take the mask off becuase I was fine. I got an inhaler to get rid of the cough and congestion in my head or whatever. It worked well and I was glad not to have a case of the swine!</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Celebrating Friendships</title>
    <published>2009-05-23T05:59:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-23T18:53:09Z</updated>
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    <category term="bonnie"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the past ten years, many friendships have started and/or been renewed on LiveJournal.  Of your current LJ friends, who have you known the longest?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=872'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=872"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;BONNIE BAECHLER:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;she's like my all time favourite person and i miss her, alot!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:4513</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: There Can Be Only One</title>
    <published>2009-05-22T14:04:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-22T14:04:11Z</updated>
    <category term="monogamy"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you believe in monogamy? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=910'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=910"&gt;View 501 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #666699"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I believe in monogamy! &lt;/strong&gt;It's the only way to go, whores. &lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, you want to be faithful (and clean)? then monogamy is for you. Don't be a 'player'. Don't be a 'skank'. You might lose track of who your baby mama/ dady is, this is not cool.&amp;nbsp; ALSO,&amp;nbsp;monogamy &amp;nbsp;lowers the risk of contracting sexually transmitted infections (STIs) including HIV, which is a plus! Haha But either way, who's gonna listen to me... just &lt;u&gt;USE CONDOMS&lt;/u&gt;!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Update</title>
    <published>2009-05-22T03:03:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-22T03:03:14Z</updated>
    <category term="vegas"/>
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    <category term="book"/>
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    <category term="afternoon"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This afternoon while everyone was busy at school or work, I was at home with nothing important to do. I decided to tan outside, and I read a little more of the book I started yesterday after I watched a bit of the movie. The book is &amp;quot;Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas&amp;quot;. I have known about the book &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; movie for a long time but, I never took the time to read or watch either. I'm glad&amp;nbsp;I did!&amp;nbsp; After watching about an hour of the movie I stopped it so&amp;nbsp;I could read the book first instead, lol. I'm really enjoying it, I was skeptical about being able to follow it but, I'm surprised I can very well. Anyways, I'm on chapter 7 now, it's fucking great. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:4074</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: LiveJournal Book Club</title>
    <published>2009-05-19T02:58:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-19T02:58:17Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;I would recommend the compelling, convincing&amp;nbsp;book that&amp;nbsp;I am currently in the middle of; &lt;u&gt;Waiting for Sarah&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;by the masterful team of &amp;nbsp;Bruce McBay and James Heneghan. I like it becuase its got a real-life concept, told by a a highschool student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;strong&gt;Mike's parents and sister are dead&lt;/strong&gt; and his legs are gone. The horrific accident that shattered his life continues to haunt him. When he gruglingly returns to school and a life that he no longer understands, Mike is better and distant.&lt;br /&gt;When he meets Sarah, he slowly becomes convinced that she is more than just another student. Discovering the shoking secret she is carrying, he sets out to give her the peacr that she so desprately needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, you have a book to read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:3774</id>
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    <title>I saw this today.  I liked the tree, and the old man was wearing a sick purple hat too. :)</title>
    <published>2009-05-19T02:04:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-19T02:05:08Z</updated>
    <category term="art"/>
    <category term="lawn"/>
    <category term="gschafs"/>
    <category term="mowing"/>
    <category term="420"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/gschafs/pic/000021da/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/gschafs/pic/000021da/s320x240" width="157" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:3562</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Same Name</title>
    <published>2009-05-19T01:59:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-16T22:22:18Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;No,&amp;nbsp;not that i know of.&amp;nbsp;My name is Virginia Schaafsma, most people can't even pronounce&amp;nbsp;my full name&amp;nbsp;let alone have the same one. Although, when&amp;nbsp;I was like 8 years old I was at a Crabby Joe's in Woodstock with my dad and people when we saw a drawing on the wall signed; Virginia Schaafsma. The drawing was the Crabby Joe logo, it was a decent drawing. It was&amp;nbsp;definatly better than what&amp;nbsp;I could to when I was 8. It was strange to see but, I guess someone in that city has the same full name as me, becuase it definatly wasn't my drawing!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:3261</id>
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    <title>3 is a magic number!</title>
    <published>2009-05-19T01:39:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-19T01:39:00Z</updated>
    <category term="things"/>
    <category term="3"/>
    <category term="gschafs"/>
    <category term="420"/>
    <category term="about"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; Gin/ Ginny&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; Virginia (Joy)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; Ginny Bean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THREE SCREENNAMES/USERNAMES YOU HAVE HAD: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; gschafs&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; virginiajoy(L)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; ginnyschaafsma420&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; That my head fits perfectly into the space between his neck and shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; My friend-picking skills.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; My creativity :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; My House&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; Alot of people in Woodstock&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; Being Left Alone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; My House&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; mobile telephone&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; smoking weed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; grey zellers scarf&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; country club galsses&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; volcom jeans&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; Working&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; A job&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; seriously, I really need a job within the next 12 months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; I like smoking marijuana&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; My favourite fruit is raseberries&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; I love children&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; SMOKING WEED EVERYDAY&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; art/music&lt;br /&gt;&amp;laquo; C H I L L I N G&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:2928</id>
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    <title>What Room of the House Are You?</title>
    <published>2009-05-19T01:16:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-19T01:16:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="font-size: 14pt; color: black"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Bedroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" width="100" alt="" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatroomofthehouseareyouquiz/bedroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You are an indulgent person. You enjoy rest, relaxation, and pampering.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to find peace in a crazy life. You are good at unplugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be very private. You don't let just anyone in.&lt;br /&gt;You are also a romantic. When you have someone, you tend to be very couple oriented.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatroomofthehouseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Room of the House Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:2305</id>
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    <title>Woodstock Fair / MAY15/2009</title>
    <published>2009-05-16T05:45:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-16T19:06:26Z</updated>
    <category term="fair"/>
    <category term="trippin"/>
    <category term="woodstock"/>
    <category term="weekend"/>
    <category term="may24"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;While I was at the fair in southside park&amp;nbsp;this afternoon a little&amp;nbsp;boy went missing,&amp;nbsp;kids are trippin' out on drugs left and right; one kid is cryin his eyes out, trippin about his life &lt;em&gt;aaand &lt;/em&gt;there are people arguing everywhere you turn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We arrived at the park. People immediately came to my friend with&amp;nbsp;drama about their boyfriends&amp;nbsp;and friends and friends boyfriends, you know.&amp;nbsp;I can't deal with it, hahaha.&amp;nbsp;Some girl was beefin with her boyfriend and told us&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;how she beat the shit out of him, her eyes;&amp;nbsp;black with running mascara. Some girls were scrapping it out behind&amp;nbsp;us while we were&amp;nbsp;taking hits from&amp;nbsp;the pipe.&amp;nbsp;Before we left the park, there was&amp;nbsp;many many more&amp;nbsp;scences, scraps&amp;nbsp;and threats made.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It only made me laugh,&amp;nbsp;ha!&amp;nbsp;damn dramatics.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, we were smoking another&amp;nbsp;bowl, when we see this blondie surfer looking dude, sitting at a picnic table with a bunch&amp;nbsp;of friends, weeping, head&amp;nbsp;down,&amp;nbsp;mumbling on about his life in negative ways.&amp;nbsp;His friends were consoling him with&amp;nbsp;kind words and hugs but, the poor&amp;nbsp;young man continued to&amp;nbsp;cry out and look very uncomfortable. Everyone that came up to him&amp;nbsp;seemed to make him cry more.&amp;nbsp;I felt so much&amp;nbsp;condolence and sympathy for this guy, I've been through the same thing before.&amp;nbsp;I really&amp;nbsp;hope&amp;nbsp;you made it home okay, dude! Seriously,&amp;nbsp;I don't think people in this city know when&amp;nbsp;enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I felt very concerned for this poor mother that ran up to&amp;nbsp;me while i was with&amp;nbsp;a large group of shouting people with no where to go, when the fair was closing down. The&amp;nbsp;mother was weeping, with a man who had a dog on a leash behind her. She ran over to the group of us when the lights went out in the park, demanding attention as she wiped tears from her eyes. She told us all of her son Christopher Watt, 13 years of age, how went&amp;nbsp;missing while at the fair. All the people felt concerned for her but, the park was closing and everyone had already got in their cars and cabs and went home. We all decided to go home too, if this little boy was really missing, this would be the second missing&amp;nbsp;child in two months reported in town.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Overall, the&amp;nbsp;fair was&amp;nbsp;kinda a&amp;nbsp;bummer!&amp;nbsp;I didn't even&amp;nbsp;get&amp;nbsp;to ride nothing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;follow my twitter&lt;/strong&gt; to cheer me up? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/gschafs"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.twitter.com/gschafs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; love!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sarah's Blackout</title>
    <published>2009-05-15T19:14:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-15T19:14:14Z</updated>
    <category term="swed"/>
    <category term="weed"/>
    <category term="gschafs"/>
    <category term="420"/>
    <category term="blackout"/>
    <category term="sarahvdb"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;The other day I was having a session with my friend Sarah. We stood up as we were taking tokes from the bong, which usually only made us light-headed. Sarah stood up as she took her toke, holding it in for&amp;nbsp;a few seconds. She looked at me and said, &amp;quot;Oh man, this ones hitting me hard, hahaha.&amp;quot; Next thing I knew, she fell back in her chair, layed there for 2 seconds, sat up and started biting her tounge. Then snapped out of it and was like, &amp;quot;What just happened?&amp;quot; and I was like, &amp;quot;Are you serious?&amp;quot; HAHAHAHA It was so trippy to see. She totally blacked out and had no recognition of what happened. I had to tell her the same story I just explained here. It kinda scared us, but we just sat back and continued sesh til the weed was gone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow&amp;nbsp;Sarah's twitter:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/sarahVDB"&gt;www.twitter.com/sarahVDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:1987</id>
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    <title>My Opinion of TWITTER, a social network.</title>
    <published>2009-05-15T02:56:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-15T16:10:53Z</updated>
    <category term="entertainment"/>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <category term="social"/>
    <category term="networking"/>
    <category term="twitter"/>
    <category term="communication"/>
    <category term="fun"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yesterday afternoon I decided to create an account on &lt;strong&gt;'Twitter'&lt;/strong&gt;, having no idea what I was getting myself into. Right from the start I became addicted to the beautiful homepage and alluring people and celebrity gossip. It turns out absolutely none of my friends had twitter, most had not even heard of it.&amp;nbsp; Since it is really no fun without your own friends as followers, I began to get uneasy about the webpage, thinking I would not enjoy it as much if I could only hear about&amp;nbsp;status updates from celebrities that I don't personally know. I&amp;nbsp;spammed my homepage on Facebook and MSN to get friends attention. A few friends joined and fixed themselves a profile to 'follow' yours truely. Now my 'followers list'&amp;nbsp;is growing (slowly, but surely!) I can update my staus' and write about how my day went to notify my friends and 'twitter follows'. I'm really entertained and&amp;nbsp;diverted in&amp;nbsp;the network, and wish you would join the fun and sign up too!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/gschafs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;&lt;span&gt;www.twitter.com/gschafs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;follow me&amp;nbsp;:)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:1665</id>
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    <title>What is a Chillium?</title>
    <published>2009-05-15T02:30:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-15T10:28:57Z</updated>
    <category term="marijuana"/>
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    <category term="bat"/>
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    <category term="jim morrison"/>
    <category term="hemp"/>
    <category term="counrty"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Last Year I made a visit to &lt;strong&gt;HempCountry&lt;/strong&gt; and bought a&lt;strong&gt; c&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hillium&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;I chose this&amp;nbsp;becuase&amp;nbsp;it is&amp;nbsp;pretty much an&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;'undercover'&amp;nbsp;pipe&lt;/strong&gt;. I can smoke it everywhere and I mean&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;everywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;It looks like a normal cigarette, but it is much heavier AND&amp;nbsp;made of metal material. The end of the Chillium is packed with &lt;strong&gt;marijuana&lt;/strong&gt; and smoked. &lt;/span&gt;The paricular Chillium that&amp;nbsp;I own is in a rectangular case with a picture of &lt;strong&gt;Jim Morrison &lt;/strong&gt;on it. The case is covered with a wooden panel that is removed, revealing the metal 'cigarette-like' pipe and a hole which is filled with weed. All you need to do is push the end of the pipe into the hole with weed, and it's filled. Last thing to do is &lt;strong&gt;smoke it, tap it out, and repeat&lt;/strong&gt;. :) I would recommend this smoking device to everyone and anyone, whether your on the go or just a really sneeky feller, a chillium is perfect for personal sessions &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; fun with the crew. I&amp;nbsp;love&amp;nbsp;it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:1362</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Wardrobe Malfunction</title>
    <published>2009-05-15T02:15:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-15T10:33:25Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <category term="clothes"/>
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&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;I had two of the same pairs of Volcom Jeans; one pair belonged to myself and the other belonged to my little brother who passed away this past summer of 08'. Both of us shared a love for the volcom brand, so after 'inheriting' his jeans I charished them and wore them all the time. The pair of jeans&amp;nbsp;that belonged to myself developed a large hole in the crotch. It was wintertime, therefore necessary to cover up my epidermis, as &lt;strong&gt;the hole in the crotch of&amp;nbsp;my jeans&amp;nbsp;began to grow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;over time, I wore tights underneath. I really didn't want to get rid of these pants, LOL. But after days of rippage, I was barely capable to wear these beloved jeans. I then took my sewing materials and cut the pockets off to create a 'volcom' branded pouch for my chillium&lt;/span&gt;. (A Chillium is an 'undercover'&amp;nbsp;pipe, it looks like a normal cigarette, but it is much heavier AND&amp;nbsp;made of metal material. The end of the Chillium is packed with marijuana and smoked.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;Anyways, the pouch fit perfectly, I even cut off the tag of the pants and made an opening&amp;nbsp;clip on the top of the pouch to keep my chillium secure. I made something new out of an old cherished item. Btw, I still have my little brothers pair of volcom jeans, they are my favourite pair, and still no holes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;r.i.p. jakey stirling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gschafs:1105</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: When I Grow Up</title>
    <published>2009-05-15T01:17:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-15T10:35:33Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <lj:music>Master P</lj:music>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you ever do anything now that you swore you would never do when you were younger? What is it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=895'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=895"&gt;View 504 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young &lt;strong&gt;I swore I would never touch drugs OR smoke cigarrettes&lt;/strong&gt;. Eventually I gave into drugs (like smoking weed) and that soon led to smoking cigarettes. Until I was about 11 I thought smoking weed was a bad idea and it would ruin my life, I knew many people, including family members, who experimented with drugs and I never wanted to myself. After smoking weed for a long period of time, I began to smoke cigarettes by choice. Although I really didn't like it at first. One day after getting high with a friend, we punked two of her moms 'bitch-sticks' (like extra long cigarettes, skinnier than normal). We lit them up, I didn't enjoy the feeling at all. Personally, I didn't understand why one would want to smoke a cigarette over marijuana. My friend told me to keep hauling it becuase it took a couple to get used to. Sure enough, I got used to it and have been smoking for around two years now. I remember busting my older brother for things that I hypacritically do today. Hahaha, Sorry Mitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/gschafs/pic/00001h6g/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/gschafs/pic/00001h6g" width="139" height="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>gschafs taste of sound</title>
    <published>2009-05-15T00:57:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-15T10:39:06Z</updated>
    <category term="rock"/>
    <category term="eminem and wu-tang clan"/>
    <category term="oldies"/>
    <category term="necro"/>
    <category term="rap"/>
    <category term="lil wyte"/>
    <category term="hip-hop"/>
    <category term="50 cent"/>
    <category term="beat"/>
    <category term="indie"/>
    <category term="gschafs"/>
    <category term="hawk"/>
    <category term="91.5"/>
    <category term="notorious b.i.g."/>
    <category term="lil wayne"/>
    <category term="drake"/>
    <category term="103.9"/>
    <category term="tegan"/>
    <category term="classic"/>
    <category term="kanye west"/>
    <category term="sarah"/>
    <lj:music>Necro</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;I'm really not sure what my favourite music genre is, pretty much a little bit&amp;nbsp;of everything.&amp;nbsp;For example; I know almost all &lt;strong&gt;Tegan and Sarah &lt;/strong&gt;(an &lt;strong&gt;indie&lt;/strong&gt; sound from Toronto Ontario) off by heart.&amp;nbsp;I really do appreciate the lyrics, they&amp;nbsp;sing and play music about love mostly. I also know quit a few &lt;strong&gt;oldies &lt;/strong&gt;like&amp;nbsp;the kind of music you hear on &lt;strong&gt;103.9 The Hawk &lt;/strong&gt;(Woodstock, ON). I&amp;nbsp;grew up with music like that playing around the house. Between my parents and brothers I heard my share of&lt;strong&gt; classic rock &lt;/strong&gt;and I'm sure everyone can&amp;nbsp;enjoy a&amp;nbsp;tune they heard a few times back in the day. Another radio station with my kinda sound is &lt;strong&gt;91.5 The Beat &lt;/strong&gt;(Kitchener, ON) that's&lt;strong&gt; rap, hip-hop and&amp;nbsp;Rn'B,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;some of my favourites include;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Lil wayne, Drake, 50 Cent, Necro, Lil Wyte, Kanye West, Notorious B.I.G., Eminem&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Wu-Tang Clan. &lt;/strong&gt;No matter what music is put on, I find it easy to enjoy. Alothough, remember there is always the right song for the right place and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gschafs]&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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