<?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-5770521</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:30:19.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invisible Man</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.slowlydownward.com/terrorism.gif"&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-109209821691586706</id><published>2004-08-09T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T17:36:56.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCk</title><summary type='text'>fuck, summer is ending. did it ever begin? there are so many people i wish i could tell how much i love them and how much they mean to me, and have meant to me over the years.  Glaghhhhh. ok guys. this is it. this is my last blog entry. tear. not really. i meant not really for the tear, not not really for the ending of this blog. agdlfk. i dont want to get over you. time. slow it down. speed it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/109209821691586706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/109209821691586706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109209821691586706' title='FUCk'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-109061885423393736</id><published>2004-07-23T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T14:40:54.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now youre all gone, got your makeup on, and youre not coming back</title><summary type='text'>So Patrick had another seizure, Napolean Dynamite is funny, Im going to Chicago in two days, barrett has a really bad tan, i'm in a band called foreplay(making fun of coldplay, and all of our songs are about sex, and there are four of us) and the guy said it was tan and tope.  weird....isn't it? All hell is breaking loose in my house right now as the wedding draws near. There's nothing i enjoy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/109061885423393736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/109061885423393736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109061885423393736' title='now youre all gone, got your makeup on, and youre not coming back'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-109044908338261056</id><published>2004-07-21T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T15:31:23.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything will be alright</title><summary type='text'>Oh shit, THE KILLERS new cd rocks my world.  I've seen anchorman three times now, yes it's that good.  My sister gets married in three days, i've seen some of the things that she's getting for her bachelorette party and it's gross.  Today i got the first season of six feet under essentially for free. CD Warehouse in Franklin sucks, don't go there.  I went to orientation and had the worst time of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/109044908338261056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/109044908338261056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109044908338261056' title='Everything will be alright'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108907886212668308</id><published>2004-07-05T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T18:54:22.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if we can land a man on the moon then surley i can win your heart</title><summary type='text'>i enjoyed anders party. i think steffi gets the purple heart for the night. spiderman two is good. my sisters birthdays were last week. yesterday was july fourth. we set off fireworks. i mean that in more than one way, it's like an analogy. i played chess today with barrett and lost. i love the nineties is airing next week, holy shit(i just realized how awesome that is). on friday barrett and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108907886212668308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108907886212668308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108907886212668308' title='if we can land a man on the moon then surley i can win your heart'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108907870535703572</id><published>2004-07-05T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T18:51:45.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if we can land a man on the moon then surley i can win your heart</title><summary type='text'>i enjoyed anders party. i think steffi gets the purple heart for the night. spiderman two is good. my sisters birthdays were last week. yesterday was july fourth. we set off fireworks. i mean that in more than one way, it's like an analogy. i played chess today with barrett and lost. i love the nineties is airing next week, holy shit(i just realized how awesome that is). on friday barrett and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108907870535703572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108907870535703572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108907870535703572' title='if we can land a man on the moon then surley i can win your heart'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108821096120690772</id><published>2004-06-25T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T17:49:21.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lysergic bliss</title><summary type='text'>so here i sit in my hotel room on my first of two trips to st. louis, i'll be back here in three days for a magnetic fields concert. this trip, however, is the last trip my mother, my sisters, and i will go on before samantha gets married in july. barrett got a bow and arrow and i shot it and i felt like a legolas bad ass, even though i was terrible at it and a bad ass is the last thing i am. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108821096120690772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108821096120690772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108821096120690772' title='lysergic bliss'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108741102879286222</id><published>2004-06-16T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T11:37:08.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All These People Drinking Lovers Spit</title><summary type='text'>WOOOOOOOOO this summer has been crazy. NON STOP. I don't mind it though. Fourth Season of Six feet Under is sweet. Fifth season of the Sopranos was sweet. i'm really optomistic right now about things. i have a girlfriend. i think. i really like her. she makes me feel good about myself. i'm in a new band with a ton of random people. disney world wasn't all that bad except for the use of the "n" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108741102879286222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108741102879286222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108741102879286222' title='All These People Drinking Lovers Spit'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108637231865098614</id><published>2004-06-04T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:05:18.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give up</title><summary type='text'>So i'm leaving tonight to go to disney world for a week but i will have my laptop with me so i'll probably be posting just to fight the boredom. the movie Open Water makes me want to crap in my pants, seriously scary. i went out with a girl and another girl yesterday we had fun and watched the virgin suicides and went to hillsboro village and listened to 20 bagillion cd's. i'm not looking forward</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108637231865098614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108637231865098614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108637231865098614' title='give up'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108568003317395716</id><published>2004-05-27T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T14:08:40.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cut my finger open with a knife i got for graduation.</title><summary type='text'>I feel distant from everyone. It's like there's a joke that everyone's in on, but that i just don't understand. Summer gets me thinking. But there's not a whole lot to think about. I sometimes think about what I was doing this time last year, whew! So I graduated. But more importantly I went to Graduapalooza. Patrick had a seizure. Tyler Rothamel is turning into one of my bestest friends. I miss</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108568003317395716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108568003317395716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108568003317395716' title='I cut my finger open with a knife i got for graduation.'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108450830191590900</id><published>2004-05-13T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T13:55:24.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So tomorrow is spring day and i pray that it won't rain but it probably will. Our band is playing and here's our line up:       Possum Kingdom-The Toadies       Float On-Modest Mouse       Zombie-The Cranberries       Hey Ya-Outkast       More Than a Feeling-Boston       I Believe In a Thing Called Love-The Darkness       Where is my mind?-The PixiesI'm uber excited about this set, twill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108450830191590900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108450830191590900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108450830191590900' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108343680809802398</id><published>2004-05-01T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T11:43:16.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacrymosa- a day of tears</title><summary type='text'>So last night I sang Mozarts Requiem.  I became very sentimental because this is my last choir concert....ever. That's it. No more.  Fin.  I will admit that I cried during Agnus Dei, the last song, and I saw some of my best friends in the whole world get up for a standing ovation before we even finished the last note.  It gives me chills and I respect classical music SOOOO much more now.  After </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108343680809802398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108343680809802398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108343680809802398' title='Lacrymosa- a day of tears'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108293478412939951</id><published>2004-04-25T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T16:16:06.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to Hotlanta this weekend for choir competitions! I had a blast although i nearly shat myself riding 'Deja Vu' in Six Flags.  God I hate heights, but man I love those rollercoasters!  Some crazy things went down (I wanna hotlanta all over your face).  And i realized that brian is a cleptomaniac.  We won first place for jazz choir, mixed choir, and chamber choir.  This was my last choir </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108293478412939951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108293478412939951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108293478412939951' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108218366073715300</id><published>2004-04-16T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T23:38:51.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's unfair. I wish that I could be more creative, more original, and smarter (but proud to be less annoying) than Quentin Tarantino. Needless to say that Kill Bill Vol.2 was amazing!  All of the dialogue that Tarantino fans bitched about not having in the first volume is more than made up for in the new addition. The characters, including the Bride, are given so much more depth in this half. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108218366073715300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108218366073715300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108218366073715300' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108189453254244503</id><published>2004-04-13T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T15:18:22.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEW ALBUMSMorrissey- You are the Quarry (May 18)Magnetic Fields- I (May 4)Wilco- A Ghost is Born (Jun 22)Prince- Musicology (April 20)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108189453254244503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108189453254244503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108189453254244503' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108156764905360529</id><published>2004-04-09T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T20:30:15.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kill Bill Vol. 2- one week away!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108156764905360529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108156764905360529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108156764905360529' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108156416105795687</id><published>2004-04-09T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T19:32:07.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mainly no and mainly do"</title><summary type='text'>   I just returned from hella fun week at the beach with brian, patrick, barrett, anders, and cooper. it was honestly the most relaxing and enjoyable times that i can remember.  the ocean ate my glasses so my face is two inches away from the computer screen as i write this. my tivo was good to me and taped every episode of the sopranos and six feet under. looking back on this week makes me really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108156416105795687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108156416105795687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108156416105795687' title='&quot;Mainly no and mainly do&quot;'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108068735356315753</id><published>2004-03-30T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:58:29.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> There are stories of coincidence and chance, of intersections and strange things told, and which is which and nobody knows; and we generally say, "Well, if that was in a movie, I wouldn't believe it." And the book says that we may be through with the past but the past is not through with us.i love magnolia. watched it again. pta is still my favorite director. i cried again. i hate myself for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108068735356315753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108068735356315753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108068735356315753' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108034566910449549</id><published>2004-03-26T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T16:03:41.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on guys......let's get realistic</title><summary type='text'>alright, ok. i wanted to say 'alright, ok' for some odd reason. next week is spring break. Cooper, Brian, Anders, Patrick, Barrett and I are going to Florida to kick it up and act like extreme lunatics the whole time, I can't wait! We've decided that we're not going to take showers the whole week! At night we are going to run on the beach screaming "I'm so wasted" and act really drunk and stuff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108034566910449549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108034566910449549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108034566910449549' title='Come on guys......let&apos;s get realistic'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108016440414172897</id><published>2004-03-24T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T13:42:34.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey....what's up ....see ya</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108016440414172897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108016440414172897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108016440414172897' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-108000039824338980</id><published>2004-03-22T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T16:09:06.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went on a date this past Friday with a junior named Mary Ellen, it was amazing! It was the first actual date that I had been on since karen and i broke up. I had a great time with her, we saw Secret Window and went to Fido and Green Hills Grill! Mary Ellen and I decided to just be friends but she's an amazing friend to have and she wants to go back out sometime soon, I consider myself very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108000039824338980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/108000039824338980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108000039824338980' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107941284644872691</id><published>2004-03-15T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T22:07:05.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Four Days</title><summary type='text'>The past four days haven't seemed like days at all. Thursday: No school, I turned 18, bought a suit with my grandparents, and it was opening night for the school musical, Cinderella; I played the one-dimensional prince charming.Friday: Woke up and went to school, stayed at school until Cinderella was over, went to bed extremely late.Saturday: Woke up extremely early, went to a funeral, went to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107941284644872691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107941284644872691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107941284644872691' title='The Past Four Days'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107886879568496139</id><published>2004-03-09T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T13:48:50.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guilty Pleasuresbooks- harry pottermovies- adventures in babysitting/cluelessmusic- blink 182other- wearing female clothing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107886879568496139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107886879568496139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107886879568496139' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107802725743534198</id><published>2004-02-28T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T20:03:03.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The God's have smiled upon me this day! Six Feet Under, the second season will be released on digital video disc on June 8th, in the year of our lord 2004.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107802725743534198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107802725743534198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107802725743534198' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107785338062662742</id><published>2004-02-26T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T20:03:18.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have seen the passion of the christ. I have not said much about the film, and will not say much about it. please see it and judge for yourself. thank you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107785338062662742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107785338062662742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785338062662742' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107785307339980960</id><published>2004-02-26T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T19:39:56.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Your eyes are windows into your body.  If you open your eyes wide in wonder and belief, your body fills up with light. If you live squinty-eyed in greed and distrust, your body is a dank cellar. If you pull the blinds on your windows, what a dark life you will have."  Matthew 6:22-23</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107785307339980960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107785307339980960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785307339980960' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107757814935019653</id><published>2004-02-23T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:17:49.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone give me an idea on how to ask somebody to prom. I am far too unoriginal. (No, I will not write PROM? in blood)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107757814935019653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107757814935019653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757814935019653' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107707200015227604</id><published>2004-02-17T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T18:43:25.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proceed with caution</title><summary type='text'>Movies like 'Eurotrip' make me want to slit my wrists. Seriously. I'd like to apologize in advance to Italy, England, and France. I'm sorry I live in a country that would make such a terrible movie and feature characters, if that's what you call them, from those three countries and expect kids my age to run out and see it, which many probably will. I'm sorry that in the movie they will use every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107707200015227604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107707200015227604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707200015227604' title='Proceed with caution'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107680023397326115</id><published>2004-02-14T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T15:12:25.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><summary type='text'>Yep. So.....it's Valentines Day.  There's nothing more to say really. I'm going to a singles only party tonight. Valentines Day is just a marketing ploy by Hallmark. I'm sick of being bitter. I want this day to end. "You see there's all this talk about Santa Claus but love will reign supreme."-Outkast</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107680023397326115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107680023397326115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107680023397326115' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107604591618129853</id><published>2004-02-05T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T21:42:21.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope, while they tuck their children into their warm beds, that they think about what they've done. They will just change a few numbers and put a new name into the computer and everything will be solved.  They don't know what they have affected or how they have affected it.  For days and days she will search the city for a decent job.  She will do anything to keep her three kids in school. They</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107604591618129853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107604591618129853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604591618129853' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107585070662457566</id><published>2004-02-03T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T15:26:46.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open up your eyes</title><summary type='text'>Politics.  I am not political because Chris Martin and Thom Yorke tell me to be.  I will not deny their influences, however. Many of my liberal friends hate radiohead and coldplay so their influences could not have impacted them. I took government this year with Dan Norris and he taught me more about politics and my own political views than any rock star ever could. Every single day I think of my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107585070662457566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107585070662457566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585070662457566' title='Open up your eyes'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107565669016112692</id><published>2004-02-01T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T09:33:07.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today in church Jay, my youth minister, asked what was one moment in our life when we felt Gods love.  For some reason I just sat there in silence as everyone poured out their hearts and gave incredible, deep and spiritual answers. In that moment, that time, that place for whatever reason i could not think of one single thing to thank God for.  You're proably telling yourself how selfish and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107565669016112692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107565669016112692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107565669016112692' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107541676195816883</id><published>2004-01-29T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T15:00:14.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/22/03</title><summary type='text'>When Elliott Smith died in October I wasn't sure what to do or say.  My friend Anders called me on the phone and told me what had happened, I immediately started to cry. Still, i fall asleep listening to his music and still his music takes me to a quiet, peaceful place that seems to transcend pain and suffering.  I still have no words to say about his death because nothing would do him or his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107541676195816883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107541676195816883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107541676195816883' title='10/22/03'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107533421767524582</id><published>2004-01-28T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T15:58:31.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything that keeps us together is falling apart</title><summary type='text'> My sister Samantha was engaged on New Years.  I am very excited for her.  She will start a new life with someone I have come to know, over the years, as a brother, Aaron Sapp.  I begin to realize what this means.  Starting in July I will not see Samantha as much as I used to, she and I will be in college and we both have jobs.  No longer will I wake up with Samantha and Ashley on Christmas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107533421767524582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107533421767524582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107533421767524582' title='everything that keeps us together is falling apart'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107533301194697635</id><published>2004-01-28T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T15:38:25.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>top 5 songs of all time...</title><summary type='text'>5. Baba O'Riley- The Who4. Let Down- Radiohead3. Once in a Lifetime- Talking Heads2. I'm Straight- The Modern Lovers1. God Only Knows- Beach Boys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107533301194697635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107533301194697635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107533301194697635' title='top 5 songs of all time...'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107457092768178883</id><published>2004-01-19T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T19:58:49.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an experiment in self indulgence...............shutup darren</title><summary type='text'>When I started my senior year of high school I thought there would be no more mysteries to solve, no more relationships to build or break, and no worries in the world.  Lately it seems as if all of these things have happened the exact opposite of how i expected them to.  In September i got out of the most serious relationship i've yet to be in.  I thought to myself, that's it- no more girls, this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107457092768178883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107457092768178883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107457092768178883' title='an experiment in self indulgence...............shutup darren'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107328995072631093</id><published>2004-01-05T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T00:07:01.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Spreadin The News</title><summary type='text'>The honking of horns, the cursing of cab drivers, the smell of cheap, dirty hot dogs, and the view of time square are what I woke to every morning for the past 4 days.  I walk the New York streets like I was born there.  I know something noone else does.  I was there when the towers collapsed.  I was there when they constructed the five points and was there when the first tree was planted in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107328995072631093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107328995072631093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107328995072631093' title='Start Spreadin The News'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107250814533696598</id><published>2003-12-26T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T22:56:46.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had an amazing Christmas this year.  Nothing went wrong.  This Christmas was the most peaceful Christmas my family has had in years.  My sister and I got drunk on Christmas eve.  I hope everyone's holiday went as well as mine did, tell me what you got in the comment section, I'd love to hear about it.  Only 364 days left (hip-hip-hooray).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107250814533696598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107250814533696598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107250814533696598' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107207742339821381</id><published>2003-12-21T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T23:18:00.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Pronounced Gee- Lee, like Ree- LEE (really)"</title><summary type='text'>Well guys tonight I swallowed my pride and took to the couch to enjoy the years, and possibly centurys, most hated movie.  That's right I watched Gili and man oh man is it every bit as bad as they say it is.  Let me show you some of the dialouge: "Try suck my dick dot com", says Ben Afflecks character, Jerry Gili, after breaking a kids laptop computer.  Or how about "It's turkey time; gobble, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107207742339821381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107207742339821381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107207742339821381' title='&quot;It&apos;s Pronounced Gee- Lee, like Ree- LEE (really)&quot;'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107205695595706965</id><published>2003-12-21T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T17:36:52.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh No!  It appears as if I have offended someone.  You see I wrote the blog below because I truly thought that these two people were not real.  I have not heard from Lex but Jenny has written me a comment on my last blog (which you can read below) that makes me feel like a worthless piece of human.  I honestly thought that these people were fictional and wrote my blog with complete sarcasm.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107205695595706965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107205695595706965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107205695595706965' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107198812303385235</id><published>2003-12-20T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T22:29:38.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jenny I don't believe in you, nor do I believe in Lex.  Stop telling me I am sweet.I am not.I am glad you like to ask about the Polyphonic Spree, Jenny and I am glad you like the Strokes, Lex but the fact of the matter is, you do not exist.  Quit writing me I care to hear from you no more.  When I was a wee lad my father used to warn me about women with false identities.  I should have listned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107198812303385235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107198812303385235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107198812303385235' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107185864924768075</id><published>2003-12-19T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T10:31:43.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the blog below is in no way an attack on my good friend Seth.  He and I debate and argue all the time, our disagreements are just as much a part of our friendship as the things we agree on.  Anyone who knows either of us should know that.postCount('name');</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107185864924768075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107185864924768075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107185864924768075' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107185780557405004</id><published>2003-12-19T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T10:17:40.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the Screams</title><summary type='text'>I was reading Seth's blog and there was a part where someone under the comment section asked him why he didn't put Lord of the Rings as one of his top 5 movies of the year and Seth responded as such, "sorry, return of the king was definitely not one of my fav's....in fact, it seems like most people do it because society requires them to."  Well Seth I am sorry but society does not require me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107185780557405004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107185780557405004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107185780557405004' title='Lord of the Screams'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107181331404830087</id><published>2003-12-18T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T21:56:07.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well guys it's about that time.  I've been on this journey of hair growing for a good year now.  Not all good things in this world were meant to last, however.  I have decided to cut my hair.  Do not fret, it will not be a drastic change nor will it alter my appearance or, suprisingly, my attitude.  When I first started growing it out people thought I was crazy, who would dare grow their hair out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107181331404830087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107181331404830087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107181331404830087' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107181276408555624</id><published>2003-12-18T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T21:46:57.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King last night.  The three films are quite possibly the best film trilogy ever made and I am proud to be able to say that I was there and experienced the excitement and creative genius that went into making these movies.  Peter Jackson sure has come a long way since Dead Alive and The Frighteners.  Sean Astin kicked my ass as Sam Wise Gamgee (i'm 2000% </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107181276408555624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107181276408555624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107181276408555624' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107178284839763563</id><published>2003-12-18T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T13:28:21.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seth did a top 5 movies of the year and so following in his footsteps i will too.1. KILL BILL2. The Last Samurai3. Lost in Translation4. Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King5. ELF*I have yet to see Big Fish, 21 Grams, Elephant, and Whale Rider and those movies might change my mind.OK, OK I'll do a top 5 albums too.1. Rufus Wainright- Want One2. Radiohead- Hail to the Thief3. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107178284839763563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107178284839763563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178284839763563' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107164264886167224</id><published>2003-12-16T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T22:31:40.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wherever you see a cop beating a guy, wherever a hungry new born baby cries, Wherever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air, look for me mom i'll be there.  Wherever somebody's struggling for a place to stand, for a decent job or a helping hand, Wherever somebody is struggling to be free, Look in my eyes mom you don't see me." -Rage Against the MachineGod bless political bands</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107164264886167224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107164264886167224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107164264886167224' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107155319445234468</id><published>2003-12-15T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T21:40:45.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas sucks but Christmas is ok</title><summary type='text'>So we're starting a film called Suburban Tumbleweeds and I am very much looking forward to doing this project with Seth, Tyler, Jeff, Arley, and Ben.  Lately I've been so wrapped up in work and school I've hardly had time to stop and breathe.  Christmas wears me out, the mall (where i work) is busy as crap, the school work gets harder and harder (and senior year is supposed to be easy), and money</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107155319445234468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107155319445234468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107155319445234468' title='Xmas sucks but Christmas is ok'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-107154966495423256</id><published>2003-12-15T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:41:55.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>read my good friend Arley's blog- americasucks.blogspot.com- Arley is one of the funniest, most insane, creative, and selfless people i know.  Whatever you do, don't try to make too much sense of what she is saying, Arley has a unique style of being thought provoking and random at the same time and that's why i love herpostCount('name');</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107154966495423256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/107154966495423256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154966495423256' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106818410385515822</id><published>2003-11-06T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T21:48:21.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth, this one's for you: school just isn't for some people</title><summary type='text'>So I was reading Seths blog (awakeland.blogspot.com) and I found that some people had written him back on one of his blogs explaining how if Seth really wanted to expand in his art form of filmography, that he needed to go back to school.  Kurt Cobain, who I wouldn't usually quote, once said that when art students go to art school that they are only crippling themselves because art comes within </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106818410385515822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106818410385515822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106818410385515822' title='Seth, this one&apos;s for you: school just isn&apos;t for some people'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106668499339257541</id><published>2003-10-20T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T14:23:13.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a rubber man in a town full of rubber bands</title><summary type='text'>The fall season has arrived and with it comes numerous gift-giving holidays.  Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years, just in case you couldn't think of any.  But all of the holidays are pale in comparison to THE holiday.  That holiday, ladies and gentleman is Halloween.  I don't know why but this year especially i've been looking forward to halloween.  The candy, the horror, and above all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106668499339257541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106668499339257541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106668499339257541' title='a rubber man in a town full of rubber bands'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106660557834514285</id><published>2003-10-19T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T16:19:38.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've noticed recently that many people have been putting comment things on their blog.  I haven't gotten around to it but i do appreciate them, i enjoy commenting on something that one of my friends have written.  Lately, however, i've noticed very disturbing things.  People are responding to blogs idiodically.  If you have an opinion then please share it, but don't write stupid things, please!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106660557834514285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106660557834514285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106660557834514285' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106625004318770791</id><published>2003-10-15T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T13:34:02.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the statement below just goes to show that i've been watching far too much Six Feet Under.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106625004318770791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106625004318770791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106625004318770791' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106624911505904602</id><published>2003-10-15T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T13:18:34.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny.. ha ha funny.. ha ha</title><summary type='text'>I wish i could go to church tonight, ask Seth and Arley how the Pete Yorn concert was.  Listen to Jay speak and converse more on the crazy world of kill bill with seth.  I wish i could come home from church and watch the cubs game with my mom and eat a grilled cheese sandwich with tomatoe soup, but i can't.  I have to work tonight.  I hate my job and i hate money.  Money forces us to get a job.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106624911505904602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106624911505904602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106624911505904602' title='&lt;strong&gt;funny.. ha ha funny.. ha ha&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106618684865931027</id><published>2003-10-14T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T20:00:48.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pete Yorn is playing at the Ryman tonight.  I am not there and this isn't happening.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106618684865931027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106618684865931027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106618684865931027' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106598941016590614</id><published>2003-10-12T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T13:10:10.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead in Hotlanta</title><summary type='text'>Last Monday night I skipped school and saw my favorite band, besides Wilco, in Atlanta.  Radiohead put on a hell of a show.  There's nothing more beautiful than hearing Thom Yorke sing "rain down, rain down, come on rain down on me" (from Paranoid Android), and then it starts raining.  Thom seemed to be in a good mood and everyone else in the band seemed to be just going through the motions, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106598941016590614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106598941016590614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106598941016590614' title='Radiohead in Hotlanta'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106598801528496582</id><published>2003-10-12T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T12:46:54.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the mistakes i've made</title><summary type='text'>Last week, on my way to work, i called Seth.  I was driving and not really paying attention to the numbers in which i was dialing.  When the person on the other end answered they sounded like Seth doing a country accent.  When they answered I said Penis, Penis, Penis because Seth and i have this weird, gross inside joke about manhood.  Well the person on the other line didn't understand why i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106598801528496582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106598801528496582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106598801528496582' title='All the mistakes i&apos;ve made'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106588290231401966</id><published>2003-10-11T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T07:35:02.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams are fucked up</title><summary type='text'>i just woke up from a dream i had and i have to write about it.  I was on a large ship on the ocean but i could always walk to land if i needed to.  My girlfriend and I were happy living on this cruise ship.  One day i walked to land and the sky turned dark.  Farmers went in their barnes, children went off the streets.  My friends who worked on the land weren't there anymore and so i had to make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106588290231401966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106588290231401966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106588290231401966' title='dreams are fucked up'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106478471697999762</id><published>2003-09-28T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T14:31:56.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America the Beautiful??</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes i don't like America.  Strong statement, i know.  But then i realize it's not America i don't like, it's Americans.  I'm in Coach Norris's government class and last week we took a survey to see how liberal or conservative we are.  It was on a scale of 40 with 40 being the most conservative and 0 being the most liberal.  As he asked students to read their scores I heard my fellow class </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106478471697999762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106478471697999762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106478471697999762' title='America the Beautiful??'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106452316779320788</id><published>2003-09-25T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T13:52:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So speaking of getting arrested, yesterday at church Jay was talking about how God would forgive you, no matter what things you have done.  So he started naming off things and much to my dismay I had done EVERY SINGLE ONE of the things he named off. One by one, sin after sin, my pride sunk and i was left with the feeling of dispair when all at once it hit me, I'm in love with Josh (see the film </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106452316779320788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106452316779320788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106452316779320788' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106452287947843151</id><published>2003-09-25T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T13:47:59.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead and Conan O'Brien?!</title><summary type='text'>So the best of both worlds, music and comedy that is, are coming together on one fabuolous night of orgys!  Not really but Radiohead is playing on the Conan O'Brien Show on October 17th, that's a Friday!  Hey, if you miss this then I will call Seth Worley and he will come to your house and kill you and then I will tell the cops that he did it and I won't be arrested again and he can film some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106452287947843151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106452287947843151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106452287947843151' title='Radiohead and Conan O&apos;Brien?!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106377210983317221</id><published>2003-09-16T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T21:15:09.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Oh Yeah!</title><summary type='text'>Woman: Are you out of love with me? Are you longing to be free? Do i drive you up a tree?Man: Yeah, Oh yeahWoman: Do i drive you up the wall? Do you dread every phone call? Can you not stand me at allMan: Yeah, Oh YeahWoman: Though i need you more than air, is it true you just don't care? Are you having an affair?Man: Yeah, Oh Yeah....When we met I thought money was everything so I let you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106377210983317221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106377210983317221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106377210983317221' title='Yeah, Oh Yeah!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106352183832008535</id><published>2003-09-13T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T23:43:58.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still no one and you're my star, what do you care?</title><summary type='text'>Does nothing feel the samewould you end it now to stop the pain do you think my calls are a 'not to answer' gamei'm not so sure if you want to continuebut it looks to me like it's already throughi tried to give up but i had to continue the left side of me is tired of worrying about youso if this can't be done if you're always on the runwhy don't you slow down and take a look aroundcause </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106352183832008535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106352183832008535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106352183832008535' title='I&apos;m still no one and you&apos;re my star, what do you care?'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106352016414408222</id><published>2003-09-13T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T23:16:04.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man In Black</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday Johnny Cash died due to complications with diabetes.  Although I have never even bought a Cash record, I see, through the media, and the grief of my friends who loved and adored his music, how much he impacted generation after generation.  I heard that Trent Reznor, of Nine Inch Nails, cried the first time he heard Cash's version of Hurt and our nations leader, G-W, had very kind words </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106352016414408222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106352016414408222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106352016414408222' title='The Man In Black'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106273606131737407</id><published>2003-09-04T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T21:27:41.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"we don't have any real friends...."</title><summary type='text'>There are certain people in my life that I take for granted.  They give me everything and ask for nothing in return and I am usually to self centered to notice.  If anyone reads this I would just like you to know that I'm trying my best.  I'm worried about the future for some reason and i fear that there is nothing i can do.  I feel terrible for being who i am and acting the way i do, if i could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106273606131737407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106273606131737407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106273606131737407' title='&quot;we don&apos;t have any real friends....&quot;'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106273486552052805</id><published>2003-09-04T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T21:07:45.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Down: to karen</title><summary type='text'>Come back from Indiana You know that I can't stand a minute without you Come back from IndianaWe'll finalize our plans tomake our dream come trueyou've been gone too long and your home doesn't feel like a home anymoremy life's become a routine, saddening boreand the candles in the closet light the floorBreathing air through the fire if you try to hold your breathtripping on the worst </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106273486552052805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106273486552052805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106273486552052805' title='Let Down: to karen'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770521.post-106273221913171257</id><published>2003-09-04T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T20:23:39.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everything in its right place.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106273221913171257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770521/posts/default/106273221913171257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theinvisibleman.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106273221913171257' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727976418300482968</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></entry></feed>
