<?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-6972552</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:23:01.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diarrhea of the Mouth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01388095354745141559</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6972552.post-112336051145087679</id><published>2005-08-06T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T13:35:11.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of this Shit!</title><content type='html'>I've tried, believe me I've tried... I've tried to sort things out whilst being the least intrusive in peoples' lives. I'm tired of being so concerned about everyone else but me. No one seems to care about my status, so to that I say "fuck 'em!" I hate hearing the same cliche, "I like partying with my friends and being stupid." What the fuck? Is that it? Is that all there is to your life? I don't want to associate myself with anyone who lives by that motto. It's pathetic and overused. Can't anyone be original? I'm tired and I'm shaking with anger, I have to go elsewhere to blow off steam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6972552-112336051145087679?l=rgv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/feeds/112336051145087679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6972552&amp;postID=112336051145087679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/112336051145087679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/112336051145087679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/2005/08/sick-of-this-shit.html' title='Sick of this Shit!'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01388095354745141559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6972552.post-110419163377022511</id><published>2004-12-27T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T15:53:53.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowday</title><content type='html'>So we woke up to a truly "white Christmas." They say the last recorded snowfall in the Valley had been on Valentine's day of 1895. Let's do the math: 2004-1895 = 109 years. Wow! It was truly something that I had not expected. I mean, I was expecting a freeze, lots of ice, but instead it snowed. People were super ecstatic, they were building small snowmen on the hoods of their cars. Not only that but they were also throwing snowballs at each other. I didn't really get that thrilled. I don't know why, maybe I should have but I wasn't. Instead I simply marvelled at what a great site it was and how some people went through their whole lifetimes without seeing a damn snowfall. Well, that's all I got to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6972552-110419163377022511?l=rgv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/feeds/110419163377022511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6972552&amp;postID=110419163377022511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/110419163377022511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/110419163377022511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/2004/12/snowday.html' title='Snowday'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01388095354745141559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6972552.post-109971677898021804</id><published>2004-11-05T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T20:52:58.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Blogging</title><content type='html'>Can you believe the semester is almost over? How long ago was it that it started? Well, unfortunately I'm not doing too well this semester. It's that damn internship I took this semester; sucks by the way. I need to find a way to make this blog even more interesting. I just don't know how. Maybe if I write poetry? Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6972552-109971677898021804?l=rgv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/feeds/109971677898021804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6972552&amp;postID=109971677898021804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/109971677898021804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/109971677898021804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-blogging.html' title='Just Blogging'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01388095354745141559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6972552.post-108943369362460349</id><published>2004-07-09T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T21:28:13.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholic</title><content type='html'>It's funny how a mood swing can come over you all of a sudden, not to say that I'm manic in any way, it just happens all of a sudden and seldom. It's not a bad thing if you really think about it because in the end you learn a little about yourself (if you're paying attention). Like today I was reminiscent about the life I lived a few years back, I was so care free and had tremendous energy to expend. However life caught up with me and now I find myself bogged down with so many responsibilities that some days just seem endless. I don't find joy in my life anymore like I used to, even if I had a million friends to go out with everyday it wouldn't change how I feel. It's hard determining the cause of my unhappiness, but it seems that I'm just not fulfilling some hidden need of mine. I become easily annoyed and that's not good, I don't have the same level of concentration that I used to have and that's not good either. I've sat down to allow myself time to do other things, but that hasn't helped and the only real thing that somehow satisfies me in a way is when I'm completely alone. Somehow being alone doesn't seem to be a healthy thing to do, simply because I don't want to shut myself out from the world. Yet it brings a sense of calm over me, I focus on my emotions and feelings and that's about it, nothing else! It's weird, I've somehow stooped to a level I've never had to stoop to before. Laters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6972552-108943369362460349?l=rgv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/feeds/108943369362460349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6972552&amp;postID=108943369362460349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/108943369362460349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/108943369362460349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/2004/07/melancholic.html' title='Melancholic'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01388095354745141559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6972552.post-108917342640739233</id><published>2004-07-06T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T21:10:26.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day after birthday</title><content type='html'>So here I am. The summer semester just ended and a new one begins. Today is the day after my birthday, pretty cool huh? I just came back from watching Spiderman 2 and I have to say, it was better than I expected. The part that really got to me, in the sense that it had a lasting impression, almost uncanny, was the part where Kirsten Dunst tells Toby McGuire, "isn't it time someone saved your life?" The reason it gets me is because I've always been waiting for someone to come after me and take care of me. It seems I'm always the one to initiate things, only to have them ended by someone else. Well, I thought I'd mention it since it got me thinking about things... Laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6972552-108917342640739233?l=rgv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/feeds/108917342640739233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6972552&amp;postID=108917342640739233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/108917342640739233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/108917342640739233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/2004/07/day-after-birthday.html' title='Day after birthday'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01388095354745141559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6972552.post-108898305383803066</id><published>2004-07-04T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T16:17:33.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day before birthday</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so tomorrow I turn 27. Whopee! Yet I'm stuck here at home finishing my Accounting homework trying to rack up sufficient points to pass the damn class. The semester ends on Tuesday and it's just like me to wait until the last minute to fix things up. I haven't had an ounce of rest, and not matter how hard I try to keep up something always seems to get in the way and deviate me from the direction I'm heading in. Anyway, about my birthday right? Well, I'm not too thrilled because it seems like time is flying and again I'm trying my hardest to catch up, with no luck. I don't know how I'll do it if things actually slow down, there's just so many things I want to do and I've been used to this kind of life for so long. Maybe when I actually get my wish to come true (for things to slow down) I won't know what to do, cause I'm so used to doing things in such a fast paced world. Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6972552-108898305383803066?l=rgv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/feeds/108898305383803066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6972552&amp;postID=108898305383803066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/108898305383803066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/108898305383803066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/2004/07/day-before-birthday.html' title='Day before birthday'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01388095354745141559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6972552.post-108879500966706702</id><published>2004-07-02T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T12:03:29.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer I Term</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so the end of the semester is right around the corner. Tuesday to be exact. How well have I done this semester? Not too well. Frankly I thought I'd do better, guess I'm just burnt out from all this studying. I didn't go to my Intermediate Accounting class for about 2 weeks! I'm just so tired of all this bullshit. Why do I need to learn so much? I think we should transform these colleges into trade schools, you know? Like, learn by actually doing, not through lectures. Well, so much for wishful thinking. Anyway that's all I have to say for now I'll keep you posted on what happens with my grades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6972552-108879500966706702?l=rgv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/feeds/108879500966706702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6972552&amp;postID=108879500966706702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/108879500966706702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/108879500966706702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/2004/07/end-of-summer-i-term.html' title='End of Summer I Term'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01388095354745141559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6972552.post-108476879519840328</id><published>2004-05-16T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T21:39:55.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Pac</title><content type='html'>So I was reading about all these feuds that arise amongst rappers. I guess its bound to happen, I mean, it's a very competitive industry. Also, seeing as how most of these artists are straight from the street, they're used to having to compete for everything they have. They try to maintain their popularity by essentially doing away with other artists. As 2 Pac said, "There's more than one way to die." I guess that what he meant is that in this industry you don't necessarily have to kill someone physically but you can also kill them morally by dissing them. In an industry where social reputation is everything, being labeled as a "fake" can really hurt you in more ways than one. I was reading some posts on Pac and they all seem to be sort of favorable. They all refer to him as one of the best lyricists of all time while B.I.G. is labled as the one with the tightest beat. I guess there's some truth to it. Pac spoke from the heart, it was his way of releasing all of the rage he had pent up inside him. People just didn't understand him, and this aggravated him. I understand what he was trying to say, even though I haven't experienced everything he did. The guy was comical and serious at the same time, but he was merely trying to make a living at what he knew how to do best, put his life down in words. For that I consider him more of a poet, a little rustic and unpolished, but true to himself and those he was trying to reach. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6972552-108476879519840328?l=rgv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/feeds/108476879519840328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6972552&amp;postID=108476879519840328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/108476879519840328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/108476879519840328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/2004/05/2-pac.html' title='2 Pac'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01388095354745141559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6972552.post-108450862886061498</id><published>2004-05-13T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T21:23:48.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delia Alaniz</title><content type='html'>I saw that girl that I liked, Delia Alaniz. Remember? She was the cutie that worked at the REC site. She still looked as sweet as the first day I saw her. More mature though, and with a little girl. It reminded me of the times I was living back then. Made me feel very nostalgic and reminiscent of good old times. I haven't seen too many people from my past, and maybe I need that. Haven't made too many friends nowadays, probably because everyone is in such a hurry. N-E ways I had mixed emotions about seeing her, I wanted to say something like, "hey I used to like you." Still I'm glad I saw her, even if she didn't recognize me, she brought a sense of serenity over me. I sure hope I'll make friends over the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6972552-108450862886061498?l=rgv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/feeds/108450862886061498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6972552&amp;postID=108450862886061498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/108450862886061498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/108450862886061498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/2004/05/delia-alaniz.html' title='Delia Alaniz'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01388095354745141559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6972552.post-108440604306277232</id><published>2004-05-12T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T16:54:03.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Execution video of U.S. citizen</title><content type='html'>It's amazing what this world has come to. Such savagery in this day and age is appalling. What is everyone trying to prove? That one nations ideology is better than anothers? Nations come and go, it has happened before with empires, thus history will repeat itself once again. Why is it that everyone is so blind to see it? It is this constant judging about others lifestyles that continues to plague us with problems. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6972552-108440604306277232?l=rgv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/feeds/108440604306277232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6972552&amp;postID=108440604306277232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/108440604306277232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6972552/posts/default/108440604306277232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rgv.blogspot.com/2004/05/execution-video-of-us-citizen.html' title='Execution video of U.S. citizen'/><author><name>Jesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01388095354745141559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
