<?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-6410296319564993556</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:09:48.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just My Two Cents</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jwalford.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6410296319564993556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwalford.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCR01SPIoLM/S7aZ9hn6i-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/STIjCLkSRRI/S220/5528_116252476976_648096976_2551272_2688327_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410296319564993556.post-6476885302992982513</id><published>2010-04-01T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:44:35.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Need Is Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s-sU4xZur8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s-sU4xZur8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I'm just being idealistic, but if you have love, you don't need anything else. Well, there's always Doritos... And Purple Drank. And MOKES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCR01SPIoLM/S7VZVVt3ulI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9TfpYtOAh_0/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCR01SPIoLM/S7VZVVt3ulI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9TfpYtOAh_0/s320/GetAttachment.aspx" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455364746770889298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey buddy, wanna moke?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Only my bestie will get this. :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway. Comments are always appreciated. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6410296319564993556-6476885302992982513?l=jwalford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jwalford.blogspot.com/feeds/6476885302992982513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jwalford.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-you-need-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6410296319564993556/posts/default/6476885302992982513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6410296319564993556/posts/default/6476885302992982513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwalford.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='All You Need Is Love.'/><author><name>Sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCR01SPIoLM/S7aZ9hn6i-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/STIjCLkSRRI/S220/5528_116252476976_648096976_2551272_2688327_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aCR01SPIoLM/S7VZVVt3ulI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9TfpYtOAh_0/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410296319564993556.post-2202113838997883113</id><published>2010-03-31T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:09:13.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading over all of my old blogs (well, the ones I could remember, anyway). All I can say is "Wow". Some of that shit was pretty intense... and extremely whiny, haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this is my more informal blog. The other one is meant to be a bit more regimented and professional in terms of what I write on it; this one is just for fun, and more for my friends who will actually care about the tripe I'm going to write on here. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I have a friend staying with me right now. It's a lot of fun, even though she's a bit nuts. XD We've been staying up basically ALL night for the last two days and watching movies, chatting, and laughing our fucking asses off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh hahaha! That reminds me! We watched Spice World today! IT SUCKED HARDER THAN A FUCKING DYSON VACUUM CLEANER. It was absolutely hysterical how bad it was! My friend and I were laughing through the entire movie, and not just because of the bad jokes in it. At one point about midway through the movie, we went out for a smoke and we were both like WHY THE FUCK ARE WE WATCHING THIS?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had a job interview today, which I'm pretty positive about. It's really going to come down to how qualified the other applicants are; I tried to stay relaxed, and even though I failed at times I think I did an alright job. I was all dressed to impress; I was wearing a nice collared shirt and a tie, plus dress pants and my leather jacket. I felt and looked great. I just wish I'd remembered to shave beforehand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't really had a whole lot of time to kick back and relax over the last couple of days; mostly because my friend is here and I've been having WAY too much fun to sit and think. While I enjoy doing that, I also really like to have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually been a pretty busy week for me; I went to the hot springs on last Saturday with a group of friends, which was alright, I guess. Not everything went as I had planned, and one of the guys that came along was really fucking irritating basically the whole time, and on the way down I started to have a panic attack (my own damn fault; I had had an energy shot after having smoked a bowl of weed the night before. Energy products, weed and cigarettes; what a healthy way to live), but everything turned out alright in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at any rate, I think it's about time to finish up this post now. Thanks for reading, and I'll catch you guys later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6410296319564993556-2202113838997883113?l=jwalford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jwalford.blogspot.com/feeds/2202113838997883113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jwalford.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6410296319564993556/posts/default/2202113838997883113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6410296319564993556/posts/default/2202113838997883113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwalford.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCR01SPIoLM/S7aZ9hn6i-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/STIjCLkSRRI/S220/5528_116252476976_648096976_2551272_2688327_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6410296319564993556.post-7893167319852893553</id><published>2010-03-31T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:21:23.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are quite a few people living in this one body.</title><content type='html'>Though I suspect it's like that for everyone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, there's a polite, genteel exterior that never gets angered in any way, shape or form. This is my public, "Can-I-help-you-ma'am" facade that I put on at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under that, there's a sensitive, caring, kind persona. This comes out when I'm with people I don't interact with regularly or on a more personal level (such as my coworkers and such), but more regularly than a stranger on the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, underneath that, there's a fun-loving, off-the-wall personality. This is more the real me than anything else; he's wacky, destructive, hilarious and filthy. This comes out when I'm interacting with close friends and those who have proven they can handle that kind of humour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going deeper, there's a bitter, bitchy, apathetic self that couldn't give a damn what happens to anyone sometimes, including himself. He's suffered his whole life, so why should things change? Why should anyone else be happy? This comes out with I'm in a bad mood and I'm with someone I feel comfortable with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going even further, there's a romantic nature tinged with more than a little bit of sadness. This comes out very, very rarely, more than likely because I don't have anyone to direct it towards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stripping me down to the bone, there's a polite, sensitive, off-the-wall, bitter and romantic soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm all of these personas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of these people inside of my skin combine and contrast to create one me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6410296319564993556-7893167319852893553?l=jwalford.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jwalford.blogspot.com/feeds/7893167319852893553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jwalford.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-are-quite-few-people-living-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6410296319564993556/posts/default/7893167319852893553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6410296319564993556/posts/default/7893167319852893553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwalford.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-are-quite-few-people-living-in.html' title='There are quite a few people living in this one body.'/><author><name>Sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aCR01SPIoLM/S7aZ9hn6i-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/STIjCLkSRRI/S220/5528_116252476976_648096976_2551272_2688327_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
