<?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-10249960</id><updated>2011-11-22T07:15:55.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely Random</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog of Ken Gurney, Ken Gurney is cool, er then you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249960.post-112227218811851040</id><published>2005-07-24T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:17:58.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo a post.</title><content type='html'>Okay so tonight I was thinking, all about what Greg had been saying about selfishness at youth on Monday. His message really got to me and I realized that I am way too selfish, I hold back way too much I don't realize who I'm hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold back everything I've got, I hardly ever express my feelings and I take too much for granted, for so many years I've left everything cooped up inside of me and hardly ever exerted myself in a manner to show everyone how much of a hypocrite I am. I've never really strived for perfection because I didn't want to stand out, but I heard a quote the other day that most of you have heard, and I realized that by standing out it doesn't make others insecure, it creates a reason for them to step out of mediocrity and closer to perfection. Obviously no one is perfect other than Jesus, but for now I want to be as close to that as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I like I said, no one is perfect aside from Jesus, so if I want to be closer to perfection, should I go closer to Jesus? If by stepping up standards, would that bring others closer to perfection, and with Jesus and perfection being one in the same, I'd feel complete by bringing others closer to Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-112227218811851040?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/112227218811851040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=112227218811851040' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/112227218811851040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/112227218811851040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/07/woo-post.html' title='Woo a post.'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249960.post-111820846558380328</id><published>2005-06-07T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:55:30.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Act fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makepovertyhistory.ca"&gt;Make a difference&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p&gt;End the on-going battle against world poverty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just because the G8 summit meeting is over doesnt mean we've lost the fight, there's way more we can do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-111820846558380328?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/111820846558380328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=111820846558380328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111820846558380328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111820846558380328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/06/act-fast.html' title='Act fast'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249960.post-111820804307717875</id><published>2005-06-07T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:20:43.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Not much is new, no more girlfriend, lacrosse started, damper on youth activities, lacrosse team is killing, uhhh, I beat my entire lacrosse team in poker when we were in kamloops. My mom still won't budge for thailand &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;year but, Ob-la-di Ob-la-da, life goes on, you know the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I run on friday for thailand team 05, make pledges to the runners!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-111820804307717875?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/111820804307717875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=111820804307717875' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111820804307717875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111820804307717875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/06/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249960.post-111449748714858169</id><published>2005-04-25T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:38:07.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics, and Girl trubs are over.</title><content type='html'>So I really liked this songs but the lyrics didn't mena much til I read them.&lt;br /&gt;NOBLE STABBINGS!!!- Dillinger Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to stand on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Point and laugh so self-satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Lines drawn so plain and clear to you&lt;br /&gt;So plain and clear they distort your view&lt;br /&gt;Won't be ashamed of the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;Live for myself I can't march to your drum&lt;br /&gt;You were lost to me long ago&lt;br /&gt;Tried to get past your self righteousness&lt;br /&gt;But you kept me below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not unforgiving&lt;br /&gt;But I won't take the fall&lt;br /&gt;Let the ashes surround us&lt;br /&gt;I am not gonna crawl through&lt;br /&gt;Broken glass and razor wire&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if yesterday burns&lt;br /&gt;Stoke up the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a shot when you realize&lt;br /&gt;Destroying yourself is not a compromise&lt;br /&gt;Cut off your nose to spite your face&lt;br /&gt;There are some things in life&lt;br /&gt;That time can't erase, you know&lt;br /&gt;We all choose paths that we know are wrong&lt;br /&gt;And live with ourselves&lt;br /&gt;When the meaning is gone&lt;br /&gt;It could be you, me, anyone&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need to feel another's under my thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the things you've don'e, you're left with an army of one&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the things you do, there'll be no one left there with you&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the things you want, you will get what you're due&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-111449748714858169?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/111449748714858169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=111449748714858169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111449748714858169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111449748714858169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/04/lyrics-and-girl-trubs-are-over.html' title='Lyrics, and Girl trubs are over.'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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-10249960.post-111389473702727826</id><published>2005-04-19T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T00:12:17.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arghh</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I worded the last part right, I hate stress, so much worse when it comes back and you are no longer stress free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-111389473702727826?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/111389473702727826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=111389473702727826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111389473702727826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111389473702727826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/04/arghh.html' title='Arghh'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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-10249960.post-111389465385183321</id><published>2005-04-18T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T00:10:53.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>I've been busy with lacrosse and rugby, I've hung out with some old friends lately too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here I am Stuck between a rock and a hammer, another hit, I'll probably explode. I had such a good day, It was sunny, I skated to school, had rugby and I finally got to go to youth again. It was so good, I got the Oscar for being a girl, but music got me on fire again, I was feeling so close again and I still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and watched my favorite movie (The Breakfast Club.) I later, got up and came to the computer, only to find a mildly depressing e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend is at a confusing time and she doesn't know whether she should stay with me, she thinks that I'm losing interest and that I can do better or something. I've tried so hard to get her to believe that she means so much to me, but she can't accept it. I have no Idea what to say, I really just want her to understand. She claims to like me so much and says I mean a lot to her, but she also seems to think it's a one way street. I need your prayers though, and Ideas would be cool too. But thanks anyways ladies and gentlemen. I hope to hear from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-111389465385183321?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/111389465385183321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=111389465385183321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111389465385183321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111389465385183321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/04/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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-10249960.post-111216691098788260</id><published>2005-03-29T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:16:59.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rise and Fall of My Resistance</title><content type='html'>I had an amazing day, amazing can't even describe it, no word can, any time I try to describe it, It's not good enough, words are diminishing what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was up late talking to Mandi, so I slept in until 1030ish, woke up lazed around, I didn't feel like making plans, I just decided to let things roll, ended up going to Marissas, good time there, Goldmember never gets old. After Marissa's I walked up to the lookout at the abby, on my way up there, I was so happy, I had never felt so alive, I couldn't stop talking to God for like an hour. I got to the abby and it started to hail on me, I took my jacket off because I like the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even without a long sleeve, I felt the warmest I had ever been, looking out at all of the people, seeing them with their jobs, fancy cars, nice houses, and no time to let loose. I sat there, every problem disappeared, every piece of worry vanished, I was invincible. Every word, thought and body movement meant nothing. I could smell trees, see children playing, hear birds chirping, taste every breath I took, and feel the world around me leave. It was as if someone grabbed me and took all of the weight upon my shoulders, and through it away, right off of the cliff, smashing down at the bottom. There it lie, under me, not taking over me, beneath me but out of my reach, no control, but still staying on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my grip, dropped everything, and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right out of it at Tj's, I was way out of the discussion. In no way was it a bad thing, It felt good enough to be there. I'm not sure what it was, but I beat something today, I left something behind at the lookout other then my problems, I feel lighter, almost weightless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-111216691098788260?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/111216691098788260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=111216691098788260' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111216691098788260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111216691098788260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/03/rise-and-fall-of-my-resistance.html' title='The Rise and Fall of My Resistance'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249960.post-111103745734874440</id><published>2005-03-16T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:30:57.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Rights Activist</title><content type='html'>I was Reading In Scott's blog the other day about how he was mad about unjust punishment to men that are "abusers." (IN NO WAY DO I AGREE WITH ABUSE.) So why is it that it's okay for a girl to do whatever she wants but when a guy does one thing wrong, the world falls apart. I noticed today that girls can be cruel, they aren't afraid to dish out the insults and talk about people when they aren't there, but as soon as they hear a negative comment directed to them, they act like they were hit by a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Names In This Story Were Changed For My Safety. Sally said today "Fat George did it for me." "Who's Fat George?" replied Girlette. "The Fat Kid In The Corner" Sally said. "Oh Yeah He's Ugly Too." said Girlette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From A Distance Arnold Schwartzinsteroids is building up with anger. "Why Don't you girls stop being such females dogs!?" He Yells in a rage. "You're so willing to dish out insults, but when someone calls you a jerk you get mad." "I don't care what people say about me so why should they care?" Sally Says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone goes back to their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe he called be a female dog, honestly who is so mean to do that" says Sally to Girlette. "I know, he's always so mean to us, like we have feelings you know." Girlette replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Really I don't understand how they can be such dinks to guys and expect a loving response. I've pretty much stopped caring about these girls because I've heard them talk about me before and I just don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-111103745734874440?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/111103745734874440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=111103745734874440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111103745734874440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111103745734874440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/03/male-rights-activist.html' title='Male Rights Activist'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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-10249960.post-111043121694751929</id><published>2005-03-09T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:06:56.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Jokes.</title><content type='html'>Why does Snoop Dog Carry An Umbrella?&lt;br /&gt;Fo Drizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Snoop use to wash his clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Bliatch, for the slower people (bleach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Did Fitty Cent say when he got a sweater for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Gee, you knit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-111043121694751929?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/111043121694751929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=111043121694751929' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111043121694751929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111043121694751929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/03/bad-jokes.html' title='Bad Jokes.'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249960.post-111043096035374776</id><published>2005-03-09T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:04:06.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Posting today about a poem I wrote a while ago, wierd cause I suck in english. I put it together while I was showering, we'll get into the showering business another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the best days of your life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to an age of Drugs, Violence, and sexual frustration&lt;br /&gt;You will have fights with parents, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quarrels with booze,&lt;br /&gt;Battles with drugs,&lt;br /&gt;And a war with your self.&lt;br /&gt;If you think its fun, you are a liar,&lt;br /&gt;If you think it’s easy, you are stubborn, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you came out on top, you cheated,&lt;br /&gt;If you think everything sucks, you’re right.&lt;br /&gt;So fight your battles, win your wars, you will pull through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-111043096035374776?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/111043096035374776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=111043096035374776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111043096035374776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/111043096035374776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/03/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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-10249960.post-110922701563882303</id><published>2005-02-23T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:36:55.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>Q: What has seven arms and sucks?&lt;br /&gt;A: Def Leppard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110922701563882303?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/110922701563882303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=110922701563882303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110922701563882303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110922701563882303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/02/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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-10249960.post-110922684157659719</id><published>2005-02-23T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:34:01.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>arrgh</title><content type='html'>Well I was just trying to post a gigantic thing about what's happened lately when I went to spell check it and accidentily hit refresh, the best part is that the paragraph ended with "I've Never Felt So Close To God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic? Or maybe what I wrote was more for me to hear. Everything happens for a reason so I'm finished now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110922684157659719?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/110922684157659719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=110922684157659719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110922684157659719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110922684157659719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/02/arrgh.html' title='arrgh'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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-10249960.post-110741522667473996</id><published>2005-02-02T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:20:26.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make up your mind</title><content type='html'>Today in Socials we were talking about middle east culture and this girl begins to talk about how "God gifted women with the ability to bare children, and that's why women are superior." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm all okay so she cares about females only and apparently loves the Lord. Time goes by and we get on the topic about Nutrition and such. She actually laughed about how badly children over seas have life. So this girl goes on with class, so do I and later she is talking to someone and she shouts "Oh my God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Never used to get to me but now when people are wasting something so great by not devoting themselves and actually doing something about their life. I am not one to judge or anything, I'm still not the greatest person by any means, but that's just beginning to offend me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110741522667473996?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/110741522667473996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=110741522667473996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110741522667473996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110741522667473996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/02/make-up-your-mind.html' title='Make up your mind'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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-10249960.post-110687679304911369</id><published>2005-01-27T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T17:46:33.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So there I was sitting there, then I move to Evade a purple nurple, and I slash my hand on the lousy skatepark coping. It sucks now I have a cut hand it looks like lips and when I squeeze it, it opens. But nothing really new happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110687679304911369?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/110687679304911369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=110687679304911369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110687679304911369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110687679304911369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-there-i-was-sitting-there-then-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249960.post-110670800353952048</id><published>2005-01-25T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T18:53:23.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why do people put an I in the place of another letter so often, on Msn I see people using the term boi, is that because the are saying "I want to be with a boy". Then I say this other girl she is obviously obsessed with herself, I mean she even spelled me with an I, "Mi" like honestly why not just spell it right, it's causes no extra effort and doesn't make you look like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110670800353952048?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/110670800353952048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=110670800353952048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110670800353952048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110670800353952048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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-10249960.post-110661948712016619</id><published>2005-01-24T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T18:18:07.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Meh. Today was quite uneventful, pretty much just went to school went to skatepark and soon to be going to youth, butttt I gotta find a ride first. so I'm ending this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do girls have to be so darn indirect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110661948712016619?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/110661948712016619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=110661948712016619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110661948712016619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110661948712016619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249960.post-110628889109291922</id><published>2005-01-20T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:28:11.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that dawned on me.</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting thinking of a name to put on my MSN when a thought came across me,&lt;br /&gt;Is It More Important To Have A Friend Or To Be A Friend? How much does it matter about how you feel about other people? If someone was hurt on the street and you were walking by would you poke him to impress your "friend" who walks beside you or give your last five dollars for gum and chocolate to help support a man who hasn't had breakfast in days? If your "friend" is really a friend would he throw you a high five for poking the man or hand you his five in dollars to give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110628889109291922?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/110628889109291922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=110628889109291922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110628889109291922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110628889109291922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/01/something-that-dawned-on-me.html' title='Something that dawned on me.'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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-10249960.post-110627481502668117</id><published>2005-01-20T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:33:35.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Swollen Member Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Notice anything neat here, fantastic perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;As ten thousand maniacs emerge form an oasis that’s everclear&lt;br /&gt;My soundgarden was invented to blind melons and smash pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;How could a whole nation of crash test dummies hope to release the grapes&lt;br /&gt;of wrath&lt;br /&gt;On the day of Sabbath knowing it’ll be black&lt;br /&gt;Especially when they might be giants and they take to the air with stonetemple pilots&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a parachute club with the motley crew&lt;br /&gt;My b-52, fires nine inch nails&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead, I cause phonetic quiet riots&lt;br /&gt;My tragically hip fight with the spirit of the west&lt;br /&gt;Society’s no f*ing use to where white zombies have nofx&lt;br /&gt;Now cowboys are turning into junkies&lt;br /&gt;Hanging themselves with lasso’s, singing blues about rodeo’s that once&lt;br /&gt;stood true&lt;br /&gt;Have no time to fight with those fools&lt;br /&gt;Alice’s in chains and cold hearted iron maidens claim the have the ministry&lt;br /&gt;of sound for U2&lt;br /&gt;While everyone’s raging against the machines&lt;br /&gt;Their watching us on satellites form Georgia&lt;br /&gt;But there’s more in my set than Atlantis and it won’t crash into Vegas&lt;br /&gt;cause my man smith has the arrow&lt;br /&gt;The moral to this peril is Hades have no fury and mc’s scorn&lt;br /&gt;And I would continue this verse but nothing rhymes with orange!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't say door hinge rhymes with orange, It Doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110627481502668117?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/110627481502668117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=110627481502668117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110627481502668117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110627481502668117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/01/more-swollen-member-lyrics.html' title='More Swollen Member Lyrics'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249960.post-110627456838264607</id><published>2005-01-20T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:42:36.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation.</title><content type='html'>So I was listening to some swollen members when I came across a song that kind of clicked in my head so I looked up the lyrics on the ol' interweb. The Song Is Called Temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, I'm talking about Temptation things that run through your head&lt;br /&gt;Like I wonder what my friend's girlfriends like in bed&lt;br /&gt;Yo, I bet sometimes she thinks of me instead&lt;br /&gt;Greed, That has to do with more than you need&lt;br /&gt;Sin, That's usually where temptation leads&lt;br /&gt;Turning into an addiction in an instant, take heed&lt;br /&gt;Feeding off your ego, cash confusion and sex&lt;br /&gt;That's why, like, every eight months&lt;br /&gt;You end up back with your ex&lt;br /&gt;For a couple days, and then remember Why it wasn't meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Go your separate ways and think I wonder what got into me&lt;br /&gt;You're done, but then another Eight months comes around eventually&lt;br /&gt;Vicious circle, I've done some things That aren't worth mentioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temptation, made me do some things I regret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easy to fall into, but hard to forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use to put the blame on others&lt;br /&gt;But that's a bunch of nonsense&lt;br /&gt;Now I try to focus and Just listen to my conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, I'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;Temptation and its relation to the human nation&lt;br /&gt;The obvious, money, drugs, sexual frustration&lt;br /&gt;How else can you explain public funding drain&lt;br /&gt;The escalating murder rate and the climb to fame&lt;br /&gt;It makes men touch parts that are not to be&lt;br /&gt;It makes women clutch parts that are a part of me&lt;br /&gt;So all that surface level services a day-to-day&lt;br /&gt;An ongoing basis in desire and display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first sensation recognized by script&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can't detach ourselves from it once we get into it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And why would we it feels better with the shadows closer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable feeling of comparing yours to overdose&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes innocent and other times consequential&lt;br /&gt;9 out of the ten times dun it's purely confidential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harder to handle when your crews talking in your ear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you learn to abstain it draws near&lt;br /&gt;Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the bold parts were pretty easy to relate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110627456838264607?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/110627456838264607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=110627456838264607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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its been two hours and I'm half through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110625787833545755?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/110625787833545755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=110625787833545755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110625787833545755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110625787833545755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/01/uggh_20.html' title='Uggh'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249960.post-110620931253184516</id><published>2005-01-20T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T00:21:52.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found myself</title><content type='html'>Tis' late and I realised who I am. Green Apple Jones You can solve pi to 24 places, You enjoy long walks on the beach and short walks when you're tired. Tomorrow you will be met by a man who is trying to sell you something - say no unless you want it. Your lucky numbers for today have just escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww Poo. Stupid Lucky Numbers. They must have been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14 23 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 07 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 15 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 20 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7 08 o ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lousy Jones Soda Quiz. &lt;a href="http://www.jonessoda.com"&gt;www.jonessoda.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110620931253184516?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/110620931253184516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=110620931253184516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110616942693618168?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/110616942693618168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=110616942693618168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110616942693618168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110616942693618168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/01/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249960.post-110616937419174416</id><published>2005-01-19T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T13:16:14.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uggh</title><content type='html'>I'm still sick, but I didn't have to go to school so I'm pretty happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110616937419174416?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/110616937419174416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=110616937419174416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;and Ben Smells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110611776586254957?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/feeds/110611776586254957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10249960&amp;postID=110611776586254957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110611776586254957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10249960/posts/default/110611776586254957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kengurney.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-case-you-dont-know.html' title='In case you don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Gurn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08936878043181279892</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10249960.post-110611678587019054</id><published>2005-01-18T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T22:39:45.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News To Me</title><content type='html'>I made a blog, I'm sicker then wearing blue and green right now and I'm bored out of my tiny little mind, So I made a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10249960-110611678587019054?l=kengurney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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