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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 22:26:41 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Cars</category><category>Evan</category><category>Twitter</category><category>Afro Samurai</category><category>birthday</category><category>funny</category><category>Cool Internet Stuff</category><category>I Fell</category><category>Daddy Papersurfer</category><category>Prototype</category><category>Race</category><category>youtube</category><category>Lightsaber Skillz</category><category>school</category><category>no p.e.</category><category>Meme</category><category>New Drawing Soon</category><category>FOOD</category><category>music videos</category><category>high school</category><category>Guest Post</category><category>Drawings</category><category>'nap'</category><category>Planeswalker</category><category>Mommy Dearest Jr</category><category>Video</category><category>MDJr</category><category>Requests</category><category>stoopid</category><category>Voice Blog</category><category>Anonymous Comments</category><category>Haircut</category><title>Evan's Blog</title><description /><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/EvansFirstBlog" /><feedburner:info uri="evansfirstblog" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-6734162968193655771</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 03:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-13T21:46:33.689-06:00</atom:updated><title>Fill In The Blanks Friday</title><description>Stolen from, &lt;a href="http://rockangel.co.uk/"&gt;GirltaristHan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The last thing I ate was&lt;/span&gt; A whole large Domino's Pizza in like 20 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The last song i listened to&lt;/span&gt; Strip- Chris Brown ft. Kevin McCall. Well, that's what's playing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Using the letters in my name I can spell:&lt;/span&gt; (Evan) Eager, Exit, Escalade, Van, very, vary, annoyed, aristocrat, air, new, no, nerd. There's obviously a lot more words considering the letters in my first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If I had to dress in one color for the rest of my life it would be:&lt;/span&gt; Purple. Cause I'd be a pimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you were to look in my bag right now you’d find:&lt;/span&gt; Steel toe boots, a free tech college bag with an estimated worth of sixty-four cents, a shirt &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; said bag, a history book from 1994, not exaggerating, an Algebra 2 book, and two empty binders. I think that's all..... It's a duffel bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When I finish filling in the blanks I'm going to:&lt;/span&gt; Watch more Youtube videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My all time favorite song to dance to is:&lt;/span&gt; Well, I don't dance. But if i had to choose, it'd probably be #STUPiDFACEDD (yes, that's how the title is written)by Wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering my track record for updates, this more than likely won't be a weekly thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-6734162968193655771?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2012/01/fill-in-blanks-friday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-7043222254839634219</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-12T19:55:56.785-06:00</atom:updated><title>Music I'm Listening to Right Now</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wEb0Bzn2hto/Tw-O_OX1szI/AAAAAAAAAW4/7J9fjIFsLVQ/s1600/current%2Bfavorites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wEb0Bzn2hto/Tw-O_OX1szI/AAAAAAAAAW4/7J9fjIFsLVQ/s320/current%2Bfavorites.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696929270487954226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any of these songs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-7043222254839634219?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2012/01/music-im-listening-to-right-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wEb0Bzn2hto/Tw-O_OX1szI/AAAAAAAAAW4/7J9fjIFsLVQ/s72-c/current%2Bfavorites.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-6658818420485052997</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-01T23:43:53.668-06:00</atom:updated><title>First Post of the Year</title><description>It's been a while. Haven't posted all year. Now that the bad joke's out of the way, let's go over what's happened over the past however many months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I signed up for football. A lot of friends happy about that. Well, pretty much everyone i know happy about that. Probably because football in the south is like... weed in Jamaica, little debbie cakes to a 300 lb. 11 year-old, chocolate cake to Gabriel Iglesias, and tattoos to rappers, heavy metal 'singers,' sports players, and professional wrestlers, mma fighters, and boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Soon I'll be starting a workout thing with a friend, possibly my little cousin, and this friend's stepdad, who happens to be my older cousin. Part of that will be a diet change, which will be fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I turned 16 a few days ago. And got a nice amount of birthday money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  School and possibly weight lifting for football starts on the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, yeah. hope everyone of my readers, both of you, had a good Christmas, and New Years day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-6658818420485052997?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-post-of-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-8683845736754595033</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 21:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-16T17:08:21.940-05:00</atom:updated><title>Don't Know How I Did It</title><description>The first day of school was yesterday. I'm now in 10th grade. And here's how my day went:
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&lt;br /&gt;   First off, the bus came earlier, in previous years it would roll around at about 7:15-ish, but now there are new bus routes, so I have a different bus driver. And because there were all these unexpected changes, I nearly missed the bus, which came at about 6:57-ish.
&lt;br /&gt;   Then I had a small conversation with my little cousin, Ty, who is now a freshman.
&lt;br /&gt;Ty- "So, is this the bus that takes us to the High school, or is it a different one."
&lt;br /&gt;Me- "It's a different one, you have two options, the new bus with speakers and music but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't like that bus driver, or, you can have the old bus with the nicer bus driver, who you can actually have a conversation with as long as you're good."
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&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, since he didn't know about how things worked, he just followed me, if you couldn't guess I chose the old bus with the cool driver.
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&lt;br /&gt;   We listened to my iPod until we got to school.
&lt;br /&gt;No breakfast that day, we had to go straight to the gym so the principal could go over the rules.
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&lt;br /&gt;  After about ten, fifteen minutes i finally got to my homeroom..... where the class stayed......until about 2:40. The bell rings to go to the buses at 2:46.....
&lt;br /&gt; I don't know how I made it through elementary school, staying in a class the whole day.
&lt;br /&gt;I only have two classes a day because I go to the tech school in the morning.
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&lt;br /&gt;This nine weeks I have Health for 4th period, and English 10 for 5th period.
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&lt;br /&gt;Next nine weeks I have Drivers Ed for 4th period, and English 10 (it's a class you have a whole semester) for 5th. Next semester i don't remember what i have, but i know i have afternoon tech then. So I'll have 1st and 2nd period classes instead of 4th and 5th. 3rd period is remediation for anyone who has failed a graduation exam. I don't know what i have because i passed all mine. I'm disappointed the got rid of the electives....
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&lt;br /&gt;Your high school work in a similar way, or was it completely different?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-8683845736754595033?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-know-how-i-did-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-2428806460311881765</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2011 02:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-31T21:57:14.474-05:00</atom:updated><title>I'm Slipping</title><description>I believe the Dreadlock Samurai was the last drawing I've done. I started to do another one, but I got interrupted and then I lost it. I just threw it away. I believe two summers ago I did quite a few drawings. Last year it was like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I haven't posted anything since February. A little comment on another blog here and there, but other than that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another case of Blogger's Block?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-2428806460311881765?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-slipping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-2415237580525873094</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2011 05:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-26T23:46:39.837-06:00</atom:updated><title>Females Are Weird Sometimes</title><description>I've noticed, in my fifteen years and a couple of months on this earth, that women want men who'll love them unconditionally, or make them feel like the only girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what's wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;My love for any woman is NOT unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;If, for example, you attempt, or succeed in cutting my balls off, I don't love you anymore, goodbye, it was nice knowing you till you got access to a knife.&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you women will be asking "Well, what did he do to get his nuts cut off?"&lt;br /&gt;That's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;the only, and I mean ONLY way, nut cutting is acceptable is when the man murders your child.&lt;br /&gt;Then he deserves it. But if you cut his nuts off cause he was texting a female friend whom he works with, doesn't matter if the girl is more or less attractive than you, it is just rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the 'Only Girl In The World' thing.&lt;br /&gt;To me, if you're treated like the only girl in the world, you'd be treated like crap. Cause if you're the only girl, I'm probably the only guy.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, I could treat you any way i want, and you could either leave, die, and let the human race die, or deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Or it's me, a bad guy, or a worse guy.&lt;br /&gt;Like if a girl had a choice between Bobby Brown and OJ Simpson.&lt;br /&gt;Or, the girl who wants to be treated like the only girl in the world means, she's the only girl, but there's a lot of guys. She'd be queen of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think random thoughts like that.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-2415237580525873094?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2011/02/females-are-weird-sometimes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-8630026531385642056</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2011 21:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-22T17:02:58.026-06:00</atom:updated><title>I Had To</title><description>I did it.&lt;br /&gt;I had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TTn8eduOmrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/a3TD527JX9M/s1600/dreadlock%2Bsamurai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TTn8eduOmrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/a3TD527JX9M/s320/dreadlock%2Bsamurai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564756414897756850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreadlock Samurai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Update)&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you, my birthday was about a month ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-8630026531385642056?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-had-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TTn8eduOmrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/a3TD527JX9M/s72-c/dreadlock%2Bsamurai.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-6223635746654127970</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2010 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-17T15:48:07.086-06:00</atom:updated><title>My Mouth Is In Pain</title><description>I had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the anesthesiologist put the IV in the wrong hand.&lt;br /&gt;That's not what you really want to hear when you're going to be put to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;"Oops, sorry bud..."&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel well when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurt then, and still hurts now.&lt;br /&gt;What's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; annoying is that my mouth is still numb... partially.&lt;br /&gt;Almost filled up a cup with my mouth blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-6223635746654127970?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-mouth-is-in-pain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-2246802048491074334</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2010 02:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-07T21:12:49.695-06:00</atom:updated><title>My Mother Totaled The Car</title><description>We were going to go get my wisdom teeth taken out, but my mom's kinda retarded. We didn't know our way around the city. So Mom called the dentist and asked her for directions to the office. She gave the phone to me to, basically pass messages. Then suddenly, a car hits us.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I tried to make it sound dramatic, we just scraped together a little bit. The other driver's driver side grazed our passenger side. Mom was driving "MD's" car.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman driving the car couldn't have been 20 years old. Cause Mom, "MD" and i noticed that the first thing she did was call 'Daddy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the accident was resolved, no one harmed, we continued to get lost until we ended up in the parking lot of Burger King. There was a cab close to us, so Mom and I went over there and asked him to take me to the dentist, my mom following in "MD's" car. That was the first time I've seen a cab in 'person' let alone ridden in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm positive that if the driver wasn't high then, he was high recently. I've known enough potheads to know marijuana eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the dentist just for the dental surgeon to look at my teeth and go over pre-surgery junk. I can't eat anything starting midnight the day of the surgery. We drove around for two hours just to be sent home. My tooth-yanking takes place on Dec. 17 at 8:30 a.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-2246802048491074334?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-mother-totaled-car.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-719389664240944722</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2010 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-11T09:29:26.078-06:00</atom:updated><title>My Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas Character</title><description>The top picture is the last. I couldn't control which order the opened in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TNwLZRl67WI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XGGEAxw3JMU/s1600/gta%2Bsan%2Bandreas%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TNwLZRl67WI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XGGEAxw3JMU/s320/gta%2Bsan%2Bandreas%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538314170605956450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TNwLZAHSdkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-zweI03t61s/s1600/gta%2Bsan%2Bandreas%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TNwLZAHSdkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-zweI03t61s/s320/gta%2Bsan%2Bandreas%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538314165914072642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TNwLYgOdcCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/LhAuPXrrbr4/s1600/gta%2Bsan%2Bandreas%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TNwLYgOdcCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/LhAuPXrrbr4/s320/gta%2Bsan%2Bandreas%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538314157354217506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TNwLYbIHKlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/DnvX3FEgzm0/s1600/gta%2Bsan%2Bandreas%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TNwLYbIHKlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/DnvX3FEgzm0/s320/gta%2Bsan%2Bandreas%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538314155985414738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TNwLYXv9dBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/mZGfbz1IIRs/s1600/gta%2Bsan%2Bandreas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TNwLYXv9dBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/mZGfbz1IIRs/s320/gta%2Bsan%2Bandreas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538314155078808594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-719389664240944722?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-grand-theft-auto-san-andreas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TNwLZRl67WI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XGGEAxw3JMU/s72-c/gta%2Bsan%2Bandreas%2B5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-8593182423332335755</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2010 01:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-06T20:49:58.348-05:00</atom:updated><title>New Phone</title><description>For some reason, I feel talkative.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning I've updated my Myspace status more than once and commented on someone's Facebook post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a new phone. New to me. One of my cousin's old phone.&lt;br /&gt;+ Camera phone, works here&lt;br /&gt;- T-Mobile, camera phone (meaning my mom will probably go through it to make sure no girls have sent me naked pictures. And I know a lot who would do that at my request. But, I'm not an idiot)&lt;br /&gt;The reason 'T-Mobile' is a downside, is because I like Verizon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-8593182423332335755?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-phone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-1127249688505268266</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2010 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-31T18:15:07.361-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stuff</title><description>For some odd reason, the people here celebrate Halloween a day early. Trick-or-Treating, rolling houses, (TPing houses)scare other people, things like that. I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a drawing a couple of weeks ago... though I never got around to scanning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school is still easy, though sometimes confusing. Switching classes often becomes kind of irksome. My current 3rd period (elective) classes are Checkers, Mon. Tues. Wed. and Pool, Thu. Fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason I have become infrequent with my posting, I feel there is nothing interesting going on in my life. So, I am just typing down random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you enjoy the rare posts, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post title could've been more creative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-1127249688505268266?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/10/stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-3508487243335996496</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 00:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-12T19:37:48.862-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">high school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stoopid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">no p.e.</category><title>High School</title><description>It's not hard so far. Just big and confusing. And a little stupid. No, not even the regular stupid.... it's stoopid.&lt;br /&gt;Algebra 1, not hard.&lt;br /&gt;English 09, not hard.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have P.E. at all this year.&lt;br /&gt;How was your high school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-3508487243335996496?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/08/high-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-7481315162913190485</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-27T15:38:11.823-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Drawings</category><title>First drawing of the Summer</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TE9DeDkArhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/GA48OaI1yY0/s1600/1st+drawing+of+summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TE9DeDkArhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/GA48OaI1yY0/s320/1st+drawing+of+summer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498687853674147346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most likely the last.&lt;br /&gt;Before you say anything, everything you see was intentional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-7481315162913190485?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-drawing-of-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/TE9DeDkArhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/GA48OaI1yY0/s72-c/1st+drawing+of+summer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-7646834784813025952</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2010 21:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-03T16:28:52.643-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bruce Lee &amp; iPod</title><description>I got some money today, so I bought a Bruce Lee movie collection.&lt;br /&gt;The movies are:&lt;br /&gt;The Big Boss&lt;br /&gt;Fist of Fury&lt;br /&gt;Way of the Dragon&lt;br /&gt;Game of Death&lt;br /&gt;and Game of Death 2?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those who don't know ( by that I mean those who have been living under a rock for the past 40 years) Bruce Lee died while making Game of Death.&lt;br /&gt;Before today, I never remembered much about it.&lt;br /&gt;So, I never realized how little Bruce Lee did. only two fight scenes the whole movie! But still, his name is the only name in the credits for Billy Lo, the character.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be ticked if I was the stand-in guy.&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, how can there be a Game of Death II?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't watched it yet, so when I do, I'll tell you how it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the iPod. Last month my mom got me a 4GB iPod. She found out she could plug it into the car, so she got herself one and traded it with me. (Because my former one was white, and my new one is red. Red is better than white.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-7646834784813025952?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/07/bruce-lee-ipod.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-8819154632571989814</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 06:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-02T01:39:30.682-05:00</atom:updated><title>I'm bored.</title><description>There is a group on Facebook that says "Excuse me sir gangster, your trousers are descending" and I find that offensive. Not all gangsters sag. A lot of them who do sag are ignorant and don't know where sagging originated anyway. The only time I sag is when I can't find my belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, my title conjuring skill is rapidly deteriorating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-8819154632571989814?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-bored.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-5660212708319299650</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 00:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-16T19:47:22.425-05:00</atom:updated><title>This is odd.</title><description>I saw a video of a cop punching a 17 year old girl in the face....&lt;br /&gt;A group of girls were jaywalking and the cop tried to take them to his patrol car and a girl resisted.&lt;br /&gt;Her friend tried to get the cop off her and the cop punched her. Really hard. In the face.&lt;br /&gt;My opinion is the cop overreacted. Which is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw another video of a cop in Rome slapping a woman. It's still weird, but the woman &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; backhand the cop first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-5660212708319299650?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-odd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-791872814001473673</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 19:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-28T14:38:16.984-05:00</atom:updated><title>As Promised....</title><description>As promised, I am blogging on the last day of school. I graduate middle school tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-791872814001473673?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-promised.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-3304954763331583426</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 00:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-10T19:48:36.017-05:00</atom:updated><title>Blogger's Block once more.</title><description>Most likely my next post will be either at the end of this school year or the beginning of high school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-3304954763331583426?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/05/bloggers-block-once-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-3553869835054980777</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2010 18:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-21T13:28:34.379-05:00</atom:updated><title>I need to blog more.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/S6Zk08vmB6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/XW-2m5GBSDY/s1600-h/Trap+Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/S6Zk08vmB6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/XW-2m5GBSDY/s320/Trap+Jesus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451155259800291234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Trap Jesus, played by Lil Wayne in Freaknik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/S6Zk0Vo7fnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/z7Asj2oP-fk/s1600-h/Doela+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/S6Zk0Vo7fnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/z7Asj2oP-fk/s320/Doela+Man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451155249303354994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Doela Man, a character played by DJ Pooh in Freaknik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-3553869835054980777?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-to-blog-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/S6Zk08vmB6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/XW-2m5GBSDY/s72-c/Trap+Jesus.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-7309836912671213864</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-16T18:32:35.067-06:00</atom:updated><title>Hair In My Food?!</title><description>I found a hair in my food at a fast food restaurant today. My grandmom, (for those who follow my mom's blog you know her as MD) lost her appetite immediately. I got another combo for free.&lt;br /&gt;Some girl said she found a fingernail in her spaghetti at school last year.&lt;br /&gt;That's just nasty.&lt;br /&gt;My story is why hairnets were invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v355/Angelika2005/blog%20backgrounds/Evan/evansig.gif" style="border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOLLOW OR OR I'LL SPIT IN YOUR FOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-7309836912671213864?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/02/hair-in-my-food.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-8850268208603350461</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-29T17:08:50.033-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/S2NqEcB_OGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Kq07Z9cifoA/s1600-h/I+am+Hip-Hop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/S2NqEcB_OGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Kq07Z9cifoA/s320/I+am+Hip-Hop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432302200015501410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I based this drawing on Lil Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;If you are a fan of him, you would know that he has an 'I Am Hip-Hop' shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the dreadlocks.&lt;br /&gt;That's the best drawing of dreads I've ever done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-8850268208603350461?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-based-this-drawing-on-lil-wayne.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/S2NqEcB_OGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Kq07Z9cifoA/s72-c/I+am+Hip-Hop.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-6062733026699060664</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 22:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-25T16:49:45.305-06:00</atom:updated><title>More Doodles</title><description>A couple of doodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/S14f4N_jTmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hA89Iw8mcqA/s1600-h/gangsta+tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/S14f4N_jTmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hA89Iw8mcqA/s320/gangsta+tiger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430813251344748130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/S14f308T0SI/AAAAAAAAAU4/NiqAzL75LLQ/s1600-h/Evan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/S14f308T0SI/AAAAAAAAAU4/NiqAzL75LLQ/s320/Evan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430813244620263714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOLLOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-6062733026699060664?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-doodles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/S14f4N_jTmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hA89Iw8mcqA/s72-c/gangsta+tiger.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-3338523821999391013</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 23:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-04T17:26:54.072-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birthday</category><title /><description>I meant to post on my birthday, but the computer has been messing up lately.&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I'm 14 now. Happy belated Birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 64px; height: 78px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v355/Angelika2005/blog%20templates/evan/moods/normal.png" style="border-style: none" alt="Feeling Normal" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v355/Angelika2005/blog%20backgrounds/Evan/evansig.gif" style="border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOLLOW OR DIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-3338523821999391013?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-meant-to-post-on-my-birthday-but.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264597812918453005.post-3225163308439974935</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-01T15:40:08.872-06:00</atom:updated><title>Afro Doodle</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/SxWM1I6Qp1I/AAAAAAAAAUw/zYIAd-hJ6iM/s1600/A1972Scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/SxWM1I6Qp1I/AAAAAAAAAUw/zYIAd-hJ6iM/s400/A1972Scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410385371908319058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my best drawings (from memory.)&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious that I got carried away with the tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 64px; height: 78px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v355/Angelika2005/blog%20templates/evan/moods/normal.png" style="border-style: none" alt="Feeling Normal" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v355/Angelika2005/blog%20backgrounds/Evan/evansig.gif" style="border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;/BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOLLOW OR I'LL HIDE YOU I MY AFRO FOR EVER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264597812918453005-3225163308439974935?l=evan1995.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://evan1995.blogspot.com/2009/12/afro-doodle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Evan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nqvt9aiWR4Y/SxWM1I6Qp1I/AAAAAAAAAUw/zYIAd-hJ6iM/s72-c/A1972Scan0001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

