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    <title>babylegz @ 2004-07-19T19:44:00</title>
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    <title>Photo Update Part IV</title>
    <published>2004-05-26T03:19:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-26T03:22:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Here it is...the next installment in the prestigious Photo Update Series:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Photo Update Part IV.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well its been a good month and i have a good months worth of pictures to stick on here.&amp;nbsp; The main highlight was prom, of course.&amp;nbsp; So i have a few shots from there, but not many.&amp;nbsp; I probably should've taken more, but oh well.&amp;nbsp; Part IV....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mission Impossible 1: One day not long ago, after the practice AP History test, Max Kitty Jason and I decided to just leave school and go get lunch and etc.&amp;nbsp; Getting out would be an issue though, since i was feeling lazy and didnt' want to get a pass.&amp;nbsp; Here I am crammed in the back of Jason Kho's lexus.&amp;nbsp; I could've just gotten a note like jason kitty and max, but that would've been too easy.&amp;nbsp; The new security guard actually ended up stopping us on our way out, so it was a good thing i decided to pull a mission impossible and sneak out in the trunk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 542px; HEIGHT: 364px" height="278" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/school_escape_2.jpg" width="498"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;flipped perspective...&amp;nbsp; "come closa boa....."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="382" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/school_escape_1.jpg" width="499"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;this is a pretty weird picture.&amp;nbsp; i wonder why i'm so happy crammed in the back of this car...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="352" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/school_escape_3.jpg" width="531"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This next segment, I like to call "Colin and Friends."&amp;nbsp; Just a few random pictures of me and someone else.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me and Justin "Brentwood" Lisson in 3rd period history.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 584px; HEIGHT: 416px" height="372" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/me_and_justin_in_history.jpg" width="553"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me and Jason outside of the Music room during TA 4th period.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 585px; HEIGHT: 439px" height="388" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Me_and_Jason.jpg" width="585"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me and Kate in the computer lab during 5th period photo.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="424" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/kate_computer_lab.jpg" width="562"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me and Max in 6th period chemistry.&amp;nbsp; i can only wonder what caught our attention so much...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="403" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/what_are_we_looking_at.jpg" width="540"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, just regular portraits and a few self portraits:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;kitty sometimes gets her face stuck like this for days at a time due to repeated stress&amp;nbsp;on the &lt;u&gt;facial&lt;/u&gt; muscles.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="395" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/kitty_stuck.jpg" width="549"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Max looks like an old Italian grandmother or something here.&amp;nbsp; "Mama Miiiia"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 560px; HEIGHT: 395px" height="395" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Mama_Mia.jpg" width="536"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Daniel Kaplan, my arch enemy...my nemesis...&amp;nbsp; Here he is looking very much like a Bond villain&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="389" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Kaplan_model.jpg" width="525"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Most people dont' know this, but Justin is a very skilled impressionist.&amp;nbsp; Here is "Justin DiNero"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="401" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Justin_DeNiro.jpg" width="526"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;here's jay deepthroating a sub sandwich&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="376" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/jay_sandwich.jpg" width="540"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Roxy, my new german shepherd that is scared to death of me for some reason.&amp;nbsp; i think she must have been beaten by a man before we got her or something cause she HATES guys and runs away from all of them, mainly me....funny story.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="388" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Roxy.jpg" width="533"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;some of my friends tell me that I look like a cancer patient when i wear beanies.&amp;nbsp; Now, usually I don't really agree that strongly with them....except for here.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 545px; HEIGHT: 413px" height="390" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Creepy_Hat_in_Video_Store.jpg" width="543"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ben, looking like a rat or some other small and sharply teethed creature trying to establish dominance&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="406" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/ben_rat.jpg" width="552"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jay and Leif flirting in math class&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"ohh jj..."&lt;img style="WIDTH: 487px; HEIGHT: 343px" height="392" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Flirting.jpg" width="542"&gt;"oh leifa...."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;please tell me what business a homeless guy has at an ATM machine....look closely&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 561px; HEIGHT: 419px" height="394" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Hobo_Bank.jpg" width="543"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mission Impossible 2:&amp;nbsp; i have a major dilema....i love the people in 4th period yearbook that i hung out with in there all the time before i got kicked out.&amp;nbsp; i like to come back and hang out, but bowman gets very pissed at me.&amp;nbsp; so i always have to watch out for her when i'm in there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dramatization:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 556px; HEIGHT: 401px" height="384" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Mission_Impossible_2.jpg" width="556"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 557px; HEIGHT: 400px" height="393" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/mission_impossible_2_dramatization.jpg" width="540"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"The Seduction"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 538px; HEIGHT: 397px" height="373" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/the_seduction.jpg" width="524"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jon roven randomly pulling up his pants really high in chemistry class.&amp;nbsp; Funny that my camera was out when he did this.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 568px; HEIGHT: 396px" height="367" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Jon_Pants.jpg" width="547"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Note:&amp;nbsp; This prompted several spin-off shots&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 201px" height="318" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/spinoff_1.jpg" width="396"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="301" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/spinoff_2.jpg" width="392"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I really don't know what Jason ever saw in her....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="395" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/what_jason_saw.jpg" width="533"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Return of Jason Ma"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am unbeatable, but I will be defeated"&amp;nbsp; -Jason Ma, 2002 Yearbook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 550px; HEIGHT: 420px" height="390" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/The_Return_of_Jason_Ma.jpg" width="535"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The apple never falls far from the tree: Leif's Nazi Volkswagen&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="322" src="http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/sgt_stryker/hitler.gif" width="438"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 588px; HEIGHT: 426px" height="398" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/nazi_car.jpg" width="558"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Don't worry...Leif's car got his....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="381" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/jake_and_leifs_car.jpg" width="510"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here I am recording "Kiss Me Colin."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The song based on the now infamous quote said by Chantal Villain to her boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 543px; HEIGHT: 402px" height="402" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Kiss_Me_Colin_Recording_Studio.jpg" width="515"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This next series depicts Jake Netter and his pink balloon.&amp;nbsp; He kept running up to random people and saying "cockslap" as he hit them or poked them in the face with it.&amp;nbsp; you had to be there to really appreciate how weird/funny it was.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="402" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Jake_cock.jpg" width="559"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jake, in search of cock&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 570px; HEIGHT: 436px" height="415" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Jake_cock_2.jpg" width="555"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jake chasing cock&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="389" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Jake_cock_4.jpg" width="531"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="367" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Jake_cock_3.jpg" width="531"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cock Slap from afar...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="403" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/jake_cock_5.jpg" width="509"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Not long ago, allen and someone else (or maybe just him) came up with the idea of testing if people are drunk or not.&amp;nbsp; The idea was to switch o'douls non alcoholic beer with mickey's 40s and see if the people acted drunk despite the fact that they only consumed the equivalent of about 2 or so odouls bottles, each consisting of only .05% alcohol (not enough to get you drunk at all unless you had a shitload of them).&amp;nbsp; Jay helped to really sell it by acting drunk off his ass.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He squashed banana on his head....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="373" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/jay_fake_drunk_1.jpg" width="516"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CLOSE UP&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="371" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/jay_fake_drunk_2.jpg" width="533"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He even acted gay....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="389" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/jay_fake_drunk_3.jpg" width="551"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and that's totally out of the ordinary for jay.... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="409" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Flirting_doctored.jpg" width="552"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Max and Ben Being Weird PT II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="386" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/ben_and_max_being_weird_pt_II.jpg" width="524"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the follow up to &lt;strong&gt;Max and Ben Being Weird Pt I&lt;/strong&gt; originally shown in a previous update&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 204px" height="309" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Weirdness.jpg" width="414"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;WARNING: The following section contains explicit images depicting graphic animal sex.&amp;nbsp; Descression is advised.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the next secion, we'll explore the beauty of nature in a little segment i like to call &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"AniPorn Pt. I"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One day during 5th period photo, i became very bored.&amp;nbsp; I was flipping through a magazine and spotted a picture of a turtle with its mouth open.&amp;nbsp; Being the logical person that I am,&amp;nbsp;I decided that it would be a good idea to cut out this turtle, make a paper penis and tape it to a pencil and film sexual encounters in a multitude of backdrops provided by magazine cut outs.... thus "AniPorn" was&amp;nbsp; born.&amp;nbsp; It evolved in several forms, featuring several of God's beautiful creatures in various compromising positions.&amp;nbsp; Videos were made, but only pictures can be shown on this site until a technological breakthrough allows me to share "AniPorn" videos with all of you.&amp;nbsp; I have pulled out pictures of scenes from various films.&amp;nbsp; Don't judge me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horny&amp;nbsp;Turtle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="338" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Turtle_Porn.jpg" width="499"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porno Dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="363" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Porno_Dog.jpg" width="484"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porno Dog and Horny Turtle in a Collaboration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 536px; HEIGHT: 383px" height="353" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Turtle_and_Dog.jpg" width="510"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porno Dog Strikes Back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Porno_Dog_2.jpg" width="536"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porno Cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="379" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Porno_Cat.jpg" width="532"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next is taken from an untitled film about the misadventures of a girl and her parrot "checkers"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="373" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Porno_Girl.jpg" width="537"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On to the few prom pictures that I have.&amp;nbsp; Most are from the limo ride over and are very dark, but oh well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here's brendan trying stuff on at the tux shop on the day we all went in to pick up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 563px; HEIGHT: 408px" height="408" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/brendan_tux_shop.jpg" width="540"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here are the Limo pictures...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="393" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/limo_1.jpg" width="550"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Beau freaking out on the way there and dancing or something...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="384" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/limo_2.jpg" width="524"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chayse and Tyler are somewhat legible in this one...&amp;nbsp; shout out to chayse's date by the way: Ian Dull, yes &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; Ian Dull.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't get over the fact that it was him once i found out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="377" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/limo_3.jpg" width="521"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Who knows what's going on here....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/limo_4.jpg" width="536"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is a picture of a picture i took just to put it on here for this collection....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 560px; HEIGHT: 386px" height="375" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/prom_picture.jpg" width="540"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Classics Initiation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;These two new entries are in the same category of bad pictures.&amp;nbsp; Their distant cousin, "Evil Colin" is a true Classic, as I did not pose in any way for the photo.&amp;nbsp; These two demonic pictures were taken through a technique where the subject convulses and morphs their face into a myriad of expressions in a very short period of time while the picture is taken.&amp;nbsp; The result is a very odd and usually disturbing image of the person with a bizarre facial expression.&amp;nbsp; Thus, since posing was the point of these photos, they cannot be considered true classics by Section I: Article I of the Classics Initiation Code&amp;nbsp;(I may not have posed for the picture in any way).&amp;nbsp; Nonetheless, I&amp;nbsp;give you Demon I, taken from ben's Livejournal, and Demon II, my personal picture.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demon I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 531px; HEIGHT: 399px" height="399" src="http://img20.photobucket.com/albums/v60/SnowblindCanuck/P1140021.jpg" width="519"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demon II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 529px; HEIGHT: 365px" height="366" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/The_Demon_Pt_II.jpg" width="545"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This concludes Photo Update Part IV, almost exactly a month from the last one, as shall be the patten henceforth.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>babylegz @ 2004-05-17T21:46:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-18T06:18:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-18T06:18:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">now that prom's over, i can't help but wonder what everyone's going to talk about. there was a decent amount of stuff that happened...it could keep people talking for maybe a week, but then it'll all fade to memory. prom was pretty fun for what it was...lots of walking around drunk and saying hi to people that i know. it was funny how almost everyone in our grade was all messed up at least a little. i wish there were more nights like prom, just without the formality of it. i got pretty drunk on the way over, but not out of my mind. it was enough to get me through most of it kinda tipsy. me and my date didnt dance at all, but i dont think either of us regret it. it was a lot different than i imagined to be hoenst...i pictured prom like it is in old movies with gyms all dressed up and slow dances and a live band or something. i'm glad it wasn't like that though, cause that would have been so damn boring. i'm glad it was out in westwood or santa monica or wherever the hell it was because it made long limo rides necessary and those were fun. the ride back was crazy cause a few people drank too much, one in particular. it was pretty nasty shit, i won't go into details. i slept at sam silnas house that night and then went through the next day w/ what i'm pretty sure was my first hangover, since i'm not a regular drinker at all. felt like shit but for some reason when i saw the movie mean girls it really cheered me up. i thought it was really funny, maybe its just cause i was in a weird mood...i'd need to see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to look forward to right now besides summer, and trust me..i'm looking forward more now than ever before. the big downside to summer is that i won't get to see a lot of people on a regular basis like i do during the school year. seeing people becomes something that you have to deliberately plan, it can't just happen everyday. oh well, its not a big deal, just my only real gripe about summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats it for now until the next big photo update which will come soon</content>
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    <title>Photo Update Part III</title>
    <published>2004-04-27T02:06:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-27T04:11:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;so i've been in a really good mood lately. i had a really fun time at max's just like everybody else, but i'll follow jason's lead and not comment too much more on it to avoid redundancy. as much as i find that i like being drunk, i'm gonna try and limit it a lot. that was only my second time believe it or not (most people that don't know me probably wouldn't). i'm really looking forward to prom in a few weeks now that i'm going w/ someone. friends is the way to go this year i guess (i don't think very many people that weren't already going out with someone actually clamored to ask someone out to prom). next year, i'll make sure i have an actual girlfriend to go with though. going as friends with a girl to senior prom would really suck i think.&amp;nbsp; ok, so without further ado (sp?), here is the next big photo update. thanks to the people who read my intro without just going straight to the pictures.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lets start off with an oldie but goody for the people at taverna tony's after the last night of masque. you won't get this if you weren't at what i liked to think of as the cool table.&amp;nbsp; I know the quality is total shit, but its still a good memory.&amp;nbsp; I give you the long lost rack picture for its sentimental value.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Rack_Picture.jpg" width="504"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ok, now into my Hawaii trip with Justin over this past Spring Break.&amp;nbsp; I don't have too many pictures from maui cause that place isn't really that interesting.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Justin looking like a psycho&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="373" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Crazy_justin.jpg" width="537"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me and Justin on the plane ride....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="347" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Me_and_justin_on_plane.jpg" width="509"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Random picture of cabin.....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="345" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Plane1.jpg" width="525"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Wing.jpg" width="528"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mullett Kid:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once we landed on that tourist shithole maui, we went to the rent-a-car place. It was here that this trip reached its early but ultimate peak: mullet kid.&amp;nbsp; On our way to rent the car i pass this memorably strange looking kid.&amp;nbsp; We keep walking and go inside the alamo or whatever it was called.&amp;nbsp; Then, its not a minute before this kid walks in with his mom.&amp;nbsp; I was sitting off on the side with justin playing around w/ my video camera.&amp;nbsp; I film mullett kid and am zooming in on him when all of a sudden, his head turns as he makes direct eye contact with the camera.&amp;nbsp; i don't catch on right away and zoom in some more before realizing that he's looking right at me and then trying to play it off cool as if i just caught him in passing. but in all reality, i left that shit on him for a good 5 seconds while he was looking at me. talk about awkward...but at any rate, thanks to that video, photographic evidence of mullet kid exists.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="346" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Mullett_Kid.jpg" width="515"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;god...thats an odd looking person. sorry to be mean.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ok, next we have beautiful hawaii...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;in a lot of places, maui looks like the san juaquin valley&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="355" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Beautiful_hawaii.jpg" width="506"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and here it reminds me of france&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="361" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Hawaii_2.jpg" width="518"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ok...here its actually pretty&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Hawaii_4.jpg" width="515"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ugh alright.....and here i guess&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="347" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Hawaii_3.jpg" width="494"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but still...don't let the pictures fool you...maui is not at all an appealing place. its insanely boring and desolate.&amp;nbsp;i deduced that its fun in a few instances though:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. if you're a little kid&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. if you're there with a girlfriend&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. if you're in college&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4. if you're old&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;thats about it though.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This next picture i can't quite figure out.&amp;nbsp; its this random picture of a parking lot that i took with my phone. now, i do sometimes take random pictures, but this looked like i had something funny in mind. i can't remember though.&amp;nbsp;so, if you can see what was funny here, please let me know.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="380" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Random_pic.jpg" width="559"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On the plane ride back, there was this fuckin kid trying to get my sister's number.&amp;nbsp; this guy thinks he's such hot shit, hitting on 13 yr olds&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="383" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Kid_Getting_Number_1.jpg" width="530"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;a few forced laughs, a pen and a piece of paper later....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="370" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Kid_Getting_Number_2.jpg" width="547"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i later found out that he didn't get the number though. better luck next time asshole&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This next picture is for justin and justin alone (inside joke): &lt;strong&gt;Quantus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="338" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Quantus.jpg" width="519"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That concludes the Hawaii trip.&amp;nbsp; Now, some portraits.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jay at his favorite place, the bowling alley. I swear, this guy goes bowling like 4 times a month at least...its rediculous. so maybe i'm there 2 or 3 of those times, but it just seems like he goes a lot more.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="355" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Jay.jpg" width="521"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ben doing what seems to be an Allen-esque look.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 526px; HEIGHT: 375px" height="357" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Ben_Imitating_Allen.jpg" width="538"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ben and I are having one of our many good conversations.&amp;nbsp; Me and him (you, if its ben reading) have the same sense of humor almost all the time. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 538px; HEIGHT: 389px" height="389" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/deep_convo.jpg" width="545"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;this picture just about sums up jason&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 579px; HEIGHT: 435px" height="435" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Jason_1.jpg" width="564"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;justin's dance&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 574px; HEIGHT: 417px" height="417" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/justins_dance.jpg" width="555"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;jakers being jakers&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 569px; HEIGHT: 410px" height="334" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/not_cool_jakers.jpg" width="549"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;just don't ask....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 569px; HEIGHT: 421px" height="421" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/PC_Mazntyl_-_Jewish_Private_Eye.jpg" width="563"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This reminds me of an 80's workout video&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="384" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/80s_workout_kate.jpg" width="526"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eat Raisins Kids&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 563px; HEIGHT: 397px" height="368" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/eat_raisens.jpg" width="539"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the funny thing is...she wasn't actually posing for this shot&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 554px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="363" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/nicky_posing.jpg" width="477"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cnn.com/interactive/entertainment/0302/m.jackson.bio/story.michael.jackson.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; +&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://www.popmatters.com/music/features/images/020712-michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Equals: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 572px; HEIGHT: 392px" height="337" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Justin_as_Michael_Jackson.jpg" width="540"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/interactive/entertainment/0302/m.jackson.bio/story.michael.jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;me, contemplating life and meaning. or maybe i just posed...i forget&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 546px; HEIGHT: 384px" height="335" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Artsy_Photo.jpg" width="525"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Most Epic Backpack Inside-Outing Ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="359" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Epic_Backpack.jpg" width="497"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Age Old Dispute Between Gabe "the gimp" VAL-ente and Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Every day in photo, the topic is raised about gabe's and my valhood.&amp;nbsp; while i might actually live in the valley part of the time, it is Gabe who has all of the Val characteristics.&amp;nbsp; This is very evident in the following photo.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;EXIBIT A&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="368" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Gabe_Val_ente.jpg" width="512"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Note the sunglasses and the spiked black hair.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="374" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Gabe_Val_evidence.jpg" width="520"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If this isn't proof enough that he's the real val, then i don't know what is.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh's Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This next series documents Josh's (yes, gay-josh from all of the geometry books) run in with Bowman's pet rat Gretchy.&amp;nbsp; it just looks weird...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="420" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Poor_Dog.jpg" width="563"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;extreme close up&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 556px; HEIGHT: 399px" height="379" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Poor_Dog_2.jpg" width="528"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"i'll call ya sometime..."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 557px; HEIGHT: 418px" height="438" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Poor_Dog_3.jpg" width="582"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deleted Scenes From The Max Story:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ben's other hat&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 536px; HEIGHT: 389px" height="389" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Ben_-_Delete_Scene.jpg" width="518"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;gay prison break&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Ben_Fred_Segal_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The putting-on of the really weird jacket&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 173px; HEIGHT: 129px" height="320" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Fred_Segal.jpg" width="451"&gt;&amp;nbsp;wow, this picture is just riveting...i know&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="372" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Colin_-_Deleted_Scene.jpg" width="517"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The lost picture of Max's metro influence on friends *mostly ben*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="347" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Metro_Influence.jpg" width="517"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Classic Bad Pictures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;as many of you know, i take notoriously bad pictures. in the first photo update, i put up a set of pictures that Ben, Max and I have dubbed "the classics." I'd like to introduce two new classics to the line.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Deer in the Headlights"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Photographer: Kate Pritchett&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="390" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Deer_in_the_Headlights.jpg" width="540"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Evil Colin"&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Photographer: Ben Hanson&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(Note: to enter the "classics" line, i must not have posed for the picture in ANY way) I don't kno what the hell is going on here...i was just looking up to say something when Ben nailed this picture. It was pretty freaky the first time we saw it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="380" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Evil_Colin.jpg" width="531"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I just deleted all the old pictures off of my phone after putting them on the computer. time to start fresh for Photo Update Part IV.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Max: A History Through Photo</title>
    <published>2004-04-22T07:06:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-23T04:44:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 160px" height="278" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Max4.jpg" width="396"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Photo-Biographical Tribute to Max E. Block&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the first picture looks like a female who is a lesbian who has cancer who is a slut"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-anonymous 2004-04-21 20:29&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Max Ethan Block was born on April 21, 1987 to Craig and Cindy Block.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.caspicards.com/catalog/cards/gift_tags/bb15.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Raised in a somewhat traditional Jewish household, Max learned loyal devotion to his religion early in life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The epitome of a post milennium Jewish male, Max's religion is discernable by the naked eye.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;(compared to comparable teenage white male)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="393" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Max3.jpg" width="544"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; A Child born to such immense Jewish wealth, Max has grown to be accustomed to countless body conditioning products and other such luxuries.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="327" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/No_Crack.jpg" width="507"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An LA native, Max often aimlessly wanders the bright and corrupting city at night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Max is lured to the bright lights of the city like a moth drawn to the flame.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="364" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/City_lights.jpg" width="514"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;His Metro status makes him very popular with girls and guys alike.&amp;nbsp; However, his weekend Metro activities can prove a drawback to male friends.&amp;nbsp; Max frequents the Santa Monica hot-spot and homosexual compound, Fred Segal on a regular basis, occasionally dragging others along for the undoubtedly manhood affirming ride.&amp;nbsp; His friends find it quite difficult to blend into Max's natural surroundings.&amp;nbsp;Max just doesn't understand....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="340" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Max2.jpg" width="515"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;The results of non-metro, non-gay individuals are undoubtedly disturbing and unusual.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="371" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Fred_Segal.jpg" width="534"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="387" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Ben_Fred_Segal_3.jpg" width="508"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="377" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Ben_Fred_Segal_1.jpg" width="553"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="386" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Fred_Segal_2.jpg" width="554"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Characteristic of most members of the metro-nation, his unique sense of style is rarely matched in male society.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="383" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Max_and_Tyler.jpg" width="541"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When asked what his aspirations were when he comes of age, Max replies that "[he] will be famous."&amp;nbsp; For what, the world has yet to see.&amp;nbsp; Maybe he'll learn to sing or dance, he might find fame even as a celebrity stylist; he occasionally practices his prodigious skill on friends.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="382" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Maxs_Practice.jpg" width="548"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Perhaps one day, he'll even star in his own movie.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="385" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Maxs_Movie.jpg" width="546"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;His skill at posing cannot be ignored as he does it continuously.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="413" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Max6.jpg" width="531"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="394" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Max1.jpg" width="555"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;His handsome features beg to be shared through the glorious art of photography.&amp;nbsp; When asked if he would consider modeling in the future, Max simply laughed and replied "if there's time."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="405" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Max5.jpg" width="558"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Although Max is still young, he is wise beyond his years.&amp;nbsp; He plans to attend college in California and then pursue his dreams of stardom.&amp;nbsp; With a little luck, Max should eventually find his resting place in the national spotlight, as he once dreamed while only a small, wealthy, jewish, suburbanite Malibu child.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>babylegz @ 2004-04-18T01:29:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-18T08:46:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-18T08:46:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">damn, i am really disappointed in a couple people right now. i'm so surprised that both of them would do what they did. and i know that i have had an altercation with one of them recently, but i still liked her and considered her a friend, all be it a distant one at the time. its really too bad. i just feel really disallusioned w/ people in general (thats the word ben used and i liked it in that context, so props). i don't understand everyone anymore. maybe its me who changed after all. i just feel very lucky to have as many really close friends as i do...ones that i really know and care about. i'm just hearing about crap that has happened over in ny and it makes me think about people a lot different. shit, i even lost respect for one girl that i didn't even know because she was acting like a little slut and disregarding the feelings of a friend of mine. thats really fucked up. girls can be such dicks. on that note though, i do really want a girlfriend right now for some reason. i guess all guys do strive to get one all the time, but i just feel like having one would really complete my life in a way. i dont need a girl to fuckin ~complete me~ or anything as deep as that right now, but it would be nice to have that in my life nonetheless.  i am in a weird ass mood right now and i know that i'm gonna look at this entry tomorrow and go, 'damn colin, you really turned into a little emo piece of shit didn't you,' but oh well, sometimes it feels good just to type what you're thinking and i rarely use this journal these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go back to school. i get tired of just waking up each day, doing nothing, hanging out w/ people over and over and then sleeping. if i was at school, i could see a bunch of people and talk to them...i dont like class, but school does have its perks. i've never denied that, but most people continue to. tomorrow i have to write some essays that i should've already written in the past two weeks, but who am i to break character just cause of a break. i always procrastonate. i need to become more responsible in my life i think...help around the house more, mow the lawn, shit like that. i don't help enough. all i do is leave and go hang out w/ people while my mom works in her office all day and runs her business. i got back my sat scores....1250. not bad for a first try, so i'm happy with that. not like it'll matter though since my GPA is S-H-I-T. i figure i'll just go to community college (like i'd previously thought only stupid failures went to) and then transfer over to a 4 year. saves money, gets all that 101 bullshit outa the way. then i'll go to school, work hard...major in psychology maybe. then i might go into the special education field somehow for a short while and eventually try to work as a psychiatrist.  that's what i'm thinking right now, but i KNOW that i'll change my mind along the way. there's just no telling where i'll end up. hopefully its someplace nice and not a sav-on in westlake village during graveyard shift. i overheard a cashier talking to a lady a week ago about how he'd gone to santa barbara community college and i thought...wow thats a place i could go. look where this guy ended up...am i gonna end up like this. is it that easy to just let things slide downhill until you're working for subpar wages at a job that you probably hate. i guess i'll just have to wait and see. ok i'm done whining, thanks a lot for reading, that was nice of you...please comment. thats the best part of writing a whiny lj entry is seeing what people write back</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:babylegz:2390</id>
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    <title>babylegz @ 2004-03-18T19:52:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-19T04:10:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-19T04:17:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cee-Lo feat. Pharrell - Let's Stay Together</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;well, its been a good 14 days since my last entry.&amp;nbsp; i think its better to stagger entries, that way there's always more to say when you write them. similar to what max did, i'll go back about a week or so and start there, since i really don't remember too much before then. my story starts around the day before masque...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i'd just gotten done bombing a chemistry quiz during 6th period when max and ben ran it by me that masque was running low on stage hands. they suggested that i should do it, so later that day i called camden and asked if they needed some help and she said yes. so i headed back to mhs for the dress rehearsal. luckily, i came pretty late in the game and avoided all the really long sessions that had supposedly come before that day. then again, lowly stagehands probably aren't expected to show up to anything besides dress rehearsals. so i kinda played along that night, not really knowing what was going on. i just did what was asked of me pretty much. sometimes it seems that no matter where i go, i end up team bitch in one way or another. oh well...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so the show starts the next day, and it goes pretty bad. lots of mic fuck ups and light problems and shit like that. after school on friday i had my usual tutoring appointment at pepperdine, or so i thought. i showed up at the library and my tutor was nowhere to be found. i called her cell phone and she said that my dad hadn't scheduled her for that day like he was supposed to. me and gina (my tutor) then proceeded to cut a deal...if my dad talked to her she would say that she'd tutored me that day even though she hadn't. in return, i'd give her an extra big tip the next time and just make it appear that i got tutored for longer than usual. of course, my dad will probably somehow notice that she didnt cash a check for that week, but i'll just say that i lost it and told her that i'd put more money on the check the next time ala the tip that i was giving her. that did the trick, and i got out of my usual tutoring arrangement that day. so i got a jamba juice, went back home and hung out for a little while before taking a shower and heading to mhs for another night of masque.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;by friday night things were running pretty smoothly. no more bad mic problems, and all the mc's seemed to be more relaxed and have a better grasp on things. after the show a lotta people went down to little dume. i showed up with max and ben but didn't stay for long because the keg had run out. i'm really not into the party scene, i find. that stuff really doesn't do it for me, but its fun to go hang out for a little every now and then i guess. from there max and i went to the market to get some food, allen and kitty met us down there. i talked on my phone for a little while as they shopped for food, then wrapped it up and went back to justins to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the next day was saturday, the last night of masque. it was the smoothest night so far, i thought. it flew by pretty fast. afterward there was supposed to be a big afterparty at thai dishes. too bad no one took the time to try and make reservations or even see if they'd be open, which they turned out not to be. instead, we went to taverna tony's and got two big tables there. i opted to sit at the smaller big table which turned out to be more fun than the big big table. the table by us had john cusac, john meckenroe and that weird guy from the show scrubs. the people who were there know what the real highlight was though. i wonder if that photo is still on luka's phone....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;after everyone finished there, people kinda said their goodbyes and split up. i went to jays house w/ a bunch of other people to watch, none other than, a taping of masque. we are such tards....i'm surprised that we couldn't find something better to do than watch a masque tape at the masque after party. i decided to go home after that instead of sleeping in malibu. sunday brought sat class and a dianostic test. i was late to class because freaking jamba juice in westlake took 25 minutes to make a god damn smoothie. the test went well and i'm ready for the real one. i'm not nervous or anything, which is strange because i always expected to be really nervous before my SAT. i'm more nervous about my AP tests coming up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i missed a lot of school this past week. i ditched the last half of monday with max, justin and jason. we went over to the valley to get food and stuff and then just ended up not going back to school. on the way over kanan, i reached out the window and picked up an orange cone for some reason. since he was gonna be with us for a while, eventually i named him carl. carl got strapped into a little seat belt for the ride&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 531px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="480" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Carl.jpg" width="640"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Carl &amp;amp; Friends&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="402" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Carl_and_Friends.jpg" width="547"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;good memories....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We had a really fun time over in the valley.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I then missed the first three periods of school the next day cause of in-house. in-house might be "better" than school cause you don't have to do anything, but it is painfully boring. i'm not looking forward to the next in house i might receive for my trip off campus on wednesday: on wednesday, backwards day, during 4th period, aka 3rd period, right before lunch, gabe, chris cordos and i decided to go to point pizza since we were all really hungry. i have history with mr. green in regards to going off campus and being caught. so as we go to the front of the school, who else is out there but mr green himself. so i explain to him that the three of us ordered stuff to be delivered and we were just waiting out front for naiyoung to deliver our food. he bought it and then moved on. so then once he was gone, we went up there and ate. as we're eating, mr warchowski drops by our table. that didnt' go over too well, obviously. luckily he doens't know gabe's or my name, but i'm sure he could pick us out in a line up. so we finished our food and then headed back to campus. on our way back, mr green saw me with some food that i was bringing back for someone else. hopefully he thought that we'd just been delivered to. so basically, we got caught at every single level possible. very unslick, but maybe gabe and i will get lucky and escape punishment. chris wasn't so lucky...he actually has mr warchowski. he's pretty much screwed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and now, going into another weekend, i'm sick. hopefully i'll get over it so i can hang out w/ people and not feel all held back and stuff. i hate being sick...and tomorrow is stairway to the stars. i'm gonna go cause my sister's in it, but it'd really suck to be sick during that piece of shit show. that's all for now...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I'd like to dedicate this message to our friend Carl. He was left on the side of the road leading up to the MHS parkinglot at 2:56 PM on March 15, 2004.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;R.I.P. Carl, you will be missed. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kibo.com/photos/cones_3/cone_mashed_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Carl the Construction Cone&amp;nbsp;???? - 2004&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>its been a while, livejournal</title>
    <published>2004-03-05T06:28:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-05T06:31:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Warren G - G-Spot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i havent updated in a few days, sticking true to my standard formula of subpar-quality over possibly annoying quantity. school is really boring these days. i'm really addicted to the weekend more this year than ever before. school is alright at times though...like my 4th period TA for mr scott, when i go to the music room and/or yearbook classroom and just talk to people. ok and beat this...i got kicked out of the actual yearbook class for not working and now i've been kicked out again from my constant visits. i managed to be banned from a class twice without the first one even being lifted. weird how things work out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch time is fun too. there're always interesting conversations. like today, conrad, allen, kitty and i were talking about the upcoming presidential campeign for our school. camden is going to run most likely and try to take over the system. we decided that we're not gonna let this happen....not on our watch. so we devised a plan to have kitty run for president, with conrad allen and I acting as the PR team behind her campeign.  we will get her elected.  then, once she's in office, there will be a puppet administration run through her by the 3 of us. things are gonna be really different this next year...just watch. with three regular guys running all school events through the mask of a regular girl, u KNOW shit is gonna get stirred up.  this school has never seen, and will not see such corruption again. mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is new...well the weekend is almost upon us again. i'm so happy about that. i have a big best buddies thing on saturday with all of the LA chapters in attendence. they're calling it the "Best Buddies Bash," but we'll see how fun it actually is. i do really enjoy the program though, and hanging out w/ my buddy sergio. maybe i'll run for president next year. i haven't quite decided yet. i guess i could run and hopefully win, giving me even more power. that way i'd publically run best buddies and secretly help control all of high school. i guess i can't give myself too much power or else i might become an asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it for now...watch out for Picture Post Part III. i've got that lined up here pretty soon and those are always fun...</content>
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    <title>babylegz @ 2004-02-29T01:47:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-29T09:50:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-29T09:57:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tupac - There U Go</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i saw the passion tonight. i can't decide if i liked that movie or hated it. it wasn't fun to watch, but it wasn't a bad movie. but for a movie to be truly good, shouldn't it be enjoyable? i cant figure it out. eventually, i ended up at the benihanas in santa monica with chantal and her brother at around 10:30. i really didn't expect for my night to take me there, but ok. i want to reschedule going to dinner w/ the people i was with before i left cause i felt like an asshole leaving like that. i just hope they don't think i was being intentionally shady (that word looks weird when you type it, but i couldn't think of a better one). ok, i'm going to bed. i just felt like making a short entry since i haven't in a little while.</content>
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    <title>Phone Pictures Part II</title>
    <published>2004-02-25T01:51:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-25T01:51:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Max and Ben in science being weird&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="326" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Weirdness.jpg" width="467"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"The Healer"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; andre was naturally like this in class...i'd like to clarify, he was NOT posing. then justin came up and did this.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/The_Healer.jpg" width="455"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Tower&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; after lunch today, for some reason, everyone decided to make this tower of bottles and crap. then it randomly feel and a glass bottle broke on the bench and it drew everyone's attention. then even mr sferra came over on behalf of the faculty&amp;nbsp;to investigate.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="396" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Tower.jpg" width="481"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i forget who took this, but i thought it came out kinda funny...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Sci2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;justin....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="349" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Justin.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i thought i needed a haircut...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="354" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Hair.jpg" width="491"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;look familiar?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="319" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Familiar.jpg" width="473"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="361" src="http://img20.photobucket.com/albums/v60/SnowblindCanuck/P1010046.jpg" width="473"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>babylegz @ 2004-02-24T16:41:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-25T01:03:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-25T01:03:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Yak ballz - pimped out &amp; Warren G - I Want it All (whole cd)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i didn't come to school until 3rd period today.&amp;nbsp; i had to go to the Santa Monica court house for an illegal U-Turn ticket. i told them i'd contest it cause i think i have a good shot of getting out of it on the basis of the sign being poorly lit at night time.&amp;nbsp; plus...the other day i ran into two of the cops that have given me tickets (one of which was the u-turn cop) and talked with them for a minute or two. i think i came off as a nice guy to them, so hopefully if/when u-turn shows up to testify in my little trial, he'll recognize me and maybe give me benefit of the doubt.&amp;nbsp; it's funny to see cops out of context like that, because they become real people to you...not just figures of immediate authority. that was definitely one of the funniest chance encounters i've had in a while.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i picked up subway on my way to school afterwards. i randomly busted into my AP History Class drinking a pepsi and holding a subway bag which must have been pretty weird and random for the people in the class. i think a lot of kids would have just gone home after court, but for some reason i actually enjoy going to school. i must be really weird or something, but i enjoyed my time at school today more than i would have if i'd just sat at home. i think i just like to be around people and it can get really dull and depressing being by myself in my room during the day. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so all i did pretty much was hang out at school. i finished 3rd, then hung out at lunch, then hung out in the music room for an hour, hung out in the photo room for an hour. after all the doing nothing, i had to switch gears and take this retardedly difficult chemistry test that i failed.&amp;nbsp; i'm glad to be back home now though, i've had enough hanging out w/ people for one day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;thats about it for today, now i'll sum up this past weekend.&amp;nbsp; by the end of sunday i would have seen Eurotrip twice. friday, went to justins for a while and eventually went to see eurotrip (&lt;strong&gt;TIME #1&lt;/strong&gt;) with some people...mainly couples. afterwards i drove subway (max) back to his car and then headed home. the next day, i woke up around noon and then went to jason kho's house w/ allen. we decided to go see a movie at this theatre called Arclight or something like that. we ended up seeing eurotrip (&lt;strong&gt;TIME #2&lt;/strong&gt;). each ticket cost 14 dollars....no one ever go there, its crazy. after that i went to justins again and slept there this time. the next day, i had my SAT course from 1:30 to 5:45, so i was at MHS for about 4 hrs. after that i went back to chantals house and had dinner with her family before going to max's house for the History study session. not much studying happened, but at least it wasn't my fault this time like it usually is. i guess i have this affect on people sometimes that makes them not want to work. i ended up watching sex and the city for about the 4th time in my life cause it was the final episode...then i watched curb your enthusiasm afterward. by the time it was over, everyone was pretty much gone, so justin and i left too. that concluded my weekend pretty much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;sorry i dont have some insightful live-journalish stuff to say about things....i'll save that stuff for when i'm &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bored and need something to do.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>babylegz @ 2004-02-19T22:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-20T06:24:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-20T06:52:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>blackalicious - make you feel that way</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm taking a break from history for a few minutes, so i thought i'd go ahead and update my neglected journal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today with every intention of going to school. i got up, turned off my cell phone alarm, got clothes, got in the shower and got out.  as i was standing in front of my sink brushing my teeth, i started to feel really strange. i felt really exhausted, almost to the point where i could pass out. i can't remember the last time i felt that weird. so, i decided that i should probably get some more sleep. i drove my sister all the way to school and then drove over to my dads house and slept from 8:15 in the morning to 2 in the afternoon, when i had to get up and go pick my sister back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a pretty interesting experience for some reason. its rare that we get insights into how shit is for our parents and thats what happened to me when i drove up morning view at around 2:40ish. the street is just packed full of cars and stupid people trying to parallel park suv's in tiny places and backed up lines from juan cabrillo going both ways etc. i can't imagine having kids, and having to get there each day and go through that hassle. anyways, so i go up morningview and then turn around by that dip to make a second pass in the other direction. so i parallel it in front of the school at around 2 50. i sit in my car for damn near 30 minutes waiting for my sister to come out, which she doesn't. so i go up to the school parkinglot to search for her.  up there i ran into my step dad who i barely see these days.  its always good to see him...its weird having to run into someone to see them after they lived with you for like 5 years of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was up top i ran into a few people, and everyone was like 'where the hell were you today,' so i had to give a few brief explanations. then...things got kinda interesting. today at school, i had a math test in second period that i wasn't there for. as i was waiting for my sister, mr segesman walks right by me into the parkinglot w/ this little smirk on his face.  i have this strange feeling that this will come back to me somehow....he'll think i was ditching his class to avoid the test or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i got back to my house i worked on english and got that shit out of the way and i've been trying to work on history for a while. once i finish this entry, i'll go back to it. i wanted to make this an aol/phone/tv/text msg free night so i could really focus on hw. i've only broken the aol barrier so far and its already 10, so it'll probably stay that way. ok, that wraps up my really uneventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, this day was as boring to live as it was to read, so don't feel bad for yourself for having read this crap....feel bad for colin...please...feel bad for colin</content>
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    <title>babylegz @ 2004-02-17T00:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-17T08:33:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-18T01:56:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>aaron neville - tell it like it is (jason owes me here)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this is my first 'real' entry. maybe writing in my livejournal will be therapeutic for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these days i'm kind of at an emotional crossroads. all of my close friends know what i'm talking about, but for the other people who'll read this, i'll explain the situation that's been plaguing my lately. so, theres this girl that i'm really good friends w/...ya know...like best friends. after a while, and this usually happens to the guy in this situation, i began to develop stronger feelings. i kept them to myself forever, then finally had 'the talk' (everyone knows 'the talk') with the girl to just get everything out in the open. since then, things have been interesting. she has a boyfriend now, but still seems to let me entertain the thought of us together sometimes. since this stuff continues to happen, it makes it harder and harder for me to push myself away like i need to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, as time goes on, i feel like i'm standing still. i don't know what to do, how to feel...where to take things in my own mind. to put it simply, i'm stuck. my friends are all really good to talk to, so that helps a lot. but in the end, its a personal struggle for me that i need to face alone. only when you fully open up can you be truly hurt...i keep my guard up too much, thats probably what got me into this mess in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides thinking about all that ^ stuff a lot, this weekend was pretty good. friday...went to the topanga mall like the val that i sort of am, then came back and eventually ended up at mel's on sunset at around midnight. that's always an interesting trip. the next day was valentines day. i hung out w/ some good friends of mine on sat. like allen said in his journal, girlfriendless, i can't think of a better way i could've spent the night. sunday, i hung out at home...really the most boring weekend day i've had in a long time. my dad made me stay home by the way, so i could work on hw, even though i didn't. and here we are on monday night. tonight i went to benihanas with ben, max, jason p, chantal and natisse. it was pretty fun, unfortunately there was no edwin. [edwin is the drunk chef who says funny things like 'YAH OK'...u know the thing that jason kho says a lot, we can all thank edwin for that one]. recently tonight, i've been wrapped up in all that stuff i talked about before, but that's kinda wound down by now. the back and forth text messaging has ended for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the fun side of things, i got an ipod yesterday and have been messing around w/ that a lot lately. i already put 3000 songs on it, and i dont care if you dont believe i have that many songs, but i really do. i'm just a clepto when it comes to downloading cd's off the internet, so i put all of them on there. next step is to install wires through my car so i can achieve my real goal w/ the ipod, which is to stop burning so many mixes. maybe later this week i'll get that done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that about wraps up my first post. it might have been kind of boring, but i'll get better at reciting my days</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:babylegz:720</id>
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    <title>Phone Pictures</title>
    <published>2004-02-11T07:55:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-11T07:55:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;just for fun, here are a lot of pictures i've taken w/ my phone for people to look at.....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Look: Revolutionized by Allen Starnes, Popularized by Benjamin McKenzie&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="319" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/The_look.jpg" width="421"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nazique &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Image68.jpg" width="341"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Crazy 3rd per. ap history&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="284" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Image60.jpg" width="369"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;justin&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="265" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Image58.jpg" width="363"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;chantal&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="278" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Image62.jpg" width="378"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;krazy kate&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="322" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Image66.jpg" width="403"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="296" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Image54.jpg" width="410"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="340" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Pulp_Fiction.jpg" width="497"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Buxley&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="323" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Image47.jpg" width="402"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mr Panish trying to get out a piece of paper stuck in the vent cause it was making a humming noise&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Image33.jpg" width="423"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;explains itself....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="307" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Image30.jpg" width="394"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"please sir...may i have another?"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Image25.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;jason&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="335" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Image21.jpg" width="445"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;they don't even know i took this, but i thought it looked really funny&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="383" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Image6.jpg" width="495"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the infamous....nigggger carrrlllll, at cho service&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;for all you people who frequent jack after 11, you've had plenty of run ins with Skelator and his aqua green LE Skelator Escort LX&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="382" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Skelator.jpg" width="472"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Next Section Catalogues The Most Unflattering Pictures Taken of Me By Max and Ben in Science Class.&amp;nbsp; I Photograph Notoriously Bad....and After This Next Section, You'll Understand.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;we call this one, "the most unflattering picture of all time"....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="326" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/The_most_unflattering_picture_of_all_time.jpg" width="482"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the stretch&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="324" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Stretch.jpg" width="445"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;crack&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="351" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Crack.jpg" width="463"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;attention&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="385" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Attention.jpg" width="530"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the arm....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="403" src="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Arm.jpg" width="523"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;as i get more and more funny pictures, i can put them up on this journal thing.....these are just some ones that i have already that kind of describe my day to day life and the people i see etc etc.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img23.photobucket.com/albums/v68/babylegz/Image62.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:babylegz:438</id>
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    <title>babylegz @ 2004-02-10T23:33:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-11T07:34:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-11T07:34:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rap music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yeah...i dont do this...sorry if you were mislead into thinking i did beacuse i have a name.</content>
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