<?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-3839624</id><updated>2011-09-08T19:46:29.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint James Infirmary</title><subtitle type='html'>I've Got Me Some Of Those Saint James Infirmary Blues</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839624.post-112598901185332719</id><published>2005-09-05T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:44:06.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Laugh Indoors</title><summary type='text'>Best day at Bumbershoot ever! I watched comedians all day long. It was awesome. And after the shows I got to meet Nick Swardson, Todd Barry, and Craig Robinson. And I got their signatures. It was amazing. Nick Swardson hugged me. And then Ruslan and I saw him later and he was like "I hugged these two guys!" and pointed at us.It was great. All of it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/112598901185332719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=112598901185332719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/112598901185332719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/112598901185332719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-laugh-indoors.html' title='We Laugh Indoors'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839624.post-112522507062685179</id><published>2005-08-28T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T18:45:35.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Terrible Person</title><summary type='text'>I hate the way I act towards her sometimes. She doesn't deserve it. We used to playfully make fun of each other, essentially it was how we flirted with each other. We still kind of do it. But recently I've gotten a lot meaner towards her. I tell myself that she's OK with it and that she knows what I'm doing. And I do believe that a little part of her does. But I think that most of her is actually</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/112522507062685179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=112522507062685179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/112522507062685179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/112522507062685179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-terrible-person.html' title='I&apos;m A Terrible Person'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-112367131327001145</id><published>2005-08-10T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T03:55:13.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Fidelity</title><summary type='text'>High Fidelity is quite possibly one of the best movies ever. It makes my top five list with a bullet. It is also the movie that introduced me to John Cusack and what an awesome actor he is.This movie makes me want to own a record store and be broken hearted.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/112367131327001145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=112367131327001145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/112367131327001145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/112367131327001145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/08/high-fidelity.html' title='High Fidelity'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839624.post-112072445589602320</id><published>2005-07-07T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:20:55.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell and Goodnight</title><summary type='text'>I could care less if she doesn't want to be friends with me anymore. I had been thinking exactly that even before I saw her today. For approximately the last year she has caused more trouble for me than she is worth.I don't need her. I already have six friends who I value way more than her.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/112072445589602320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=112072445589602320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/112072445589602320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/112072445589602320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/07/farewell-and-goodnight.html' title='Farewell and Goodnight'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-111994075272987788</id><published>2005-06-27T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T23:39:12.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><summary type='text'>I'm going crazy. I gotta get away from my house, away from my family. Hang out with friends.Anything as long as it isn't here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/111994075272987788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=111994075272987788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111994075272987788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111994075272987788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/06/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-111917055791749647</id><published>2005-06-19T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T13:04:38.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't Get Fooled Again</title><summary type='text'>Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/111917055791749647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=111917055791749647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111917055791749647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111917055791749647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/06/wont-get-fooled-again.html' title='Won&apos;t Get Fooled Again'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-111891422187159450</id><published>2005-06-16T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T02:33:27.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nurse</title><summary type='text'>You would swearThat the one who would care for youWould never leaveShe promised and said "You will always be safe here with me"But promises open a door to be broken to me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/111891422187159450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=111891422187159450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111891422187159450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111891422187159450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/06/nurse.html' title='The Nurse'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-111752194235546288</id><published>2005-05-30T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:45:42.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play the Game</title><summary type='text'>The question now is, do I play the game (that I detest ever so much) with her? Thus giving her a taste of her own medicine.Or do I simply break down and talk to her? Thus cutting this whole thing off at the pass.Those that I talk with about the matter insist that I try and beat her at her own game, but my mind, heart, and soul insist that I just get it over with and have the talk.Neither option </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/111752194235546288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=111752194235546288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111752194235546288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111752194235546288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/05/play-game.html' title='Play the Game'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839624.post-111718170220080726</id><published>2005-05-27T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T01:15:02.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the Supermarket</title><summary type='text'>Worst Thursday in a long time. What was this "We're gonna play one game of 'Shout About Movies' and then not do shit for the rest of the night." Oh, and "We're gonna let Jake sit in the corner all by himself and not try to include him."I'm tired of the bullshit. At times I think back to when I was constantly left to my own devices on a weekend and say, "Those were good times. When it was just me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/111718170220080726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=111718170220080726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111718170220080726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111718170220080726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/05/lost-in-supermarket.html' title='Lost in the Supermarket'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839624.post-111709061147807448</id><published>2005-05-25T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:58:39.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alone</title><summary type='text'>My heart and mind are weary from the burdens that have been placed upon them over the last few days. I don't know how to unburden myself of these issues either. That's the worst part.How easily can I be expected to willingly alienate my best friend from the amazing group of people that I live with? One should never be required to accomplish these tasks.The above task is even harder when I feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/111709061147807448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=111709061147807448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111709061147807448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111709061147807448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-alone.html' title='All Alone'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-111579226755119855</id><published>2005-05-10T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:17:47.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><summary type='text'>Bday Countdown: 1 day.I'm so excited.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/111579226755119855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=111579226755119855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111579226755119855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111579226755119855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/05/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-111562149765648315</id><published>2005-05-08T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:18:23.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Only Knows</title><summary type='text'>Well, I finally did it and my mind is clearer than it has been for about a week or so now. The outcome of our talk was good, things have been brought into the open and nothing has been ruled out. Definitely good. And I'm hopeful.Bday Countdown: 3 days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/111562149765648315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=111562149765648315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111562149765648315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111562149765648315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/05/god-only-knows.html' title='God Only Knows'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-111542152463518816</id><published>2005-05-06T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T18:42:25.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lay It Down</title><summary type='text'>Why do I completely lack the ability to discuss certain topics with a girl? Specifically with the girl I like and the fact that I like her and that I sense she might like me back and that I think we should consider our feelings for each other.Why can't I put myself out there? Why do I have to have a fear of rejection?Blah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/111542152463518816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=111542152463518816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111542152463518816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111542152463518816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/05/lay-it-down.html' title='Lay It Down'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839624.post-111447279813514738</id><published>2005-04-25T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T16:46:38.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Be Dead</title><summary type='text'>Oh god. I'm dying. I haven't worked out since February and I went and killed it today.Ok. Maybe I'm not dying. But it sure feels that way. It will all pay off in the end though.If you see me passed out on my back, please roll me onto my side so that I don't drown in my own vomit/drool/both. Thanks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/111447279813514738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=111447279813514738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111447279813514738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111447279813514738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-to-be-dead.html' title='How to Be Dead'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-111320228018168226</id><published>2005-04-10T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:51:20.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Movie Review</title><summary type='text'>The DVD game "Scene It?" is definitely not as good as I thought it would be.Suck.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/111320228018168226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=111320228018168226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111320228018168226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111320228018168226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/04/national-movie-review.html' title='National Movie Review'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-111044366024131353</id><published>2005-03-10T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T00:38:26.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times Bad Times</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever gotten not necessarily mad, but bothered and you couldn't tell why? Yeah, that's how I've been for the last hour or so. I was hanging out with a bunch of my friends and two other people (one that I hang out with a lot and one who I'm cool with) join the lot of us. But there was just something about their presence that really got under my skin. So now I'm in a kind of rainy mood.But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/111044366024131353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=111044366024131353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111044366024131353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/111044366024131353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-times-bad-times.html' title='Good Times Bad Times'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110999883812931206</id><published>2005-03-04T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:00:55.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol</title><summary type='text'>I've got a pretty good buzz going right now.My Dad and I have been doing shots and drinking beers together.I have a pretty cool Dad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110999883812931206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110999883812931206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110999883812931206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110999883812931206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/03/alcohol.html' title='Alcohol'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839624.post-110845673832348512</id><published>2005-02-15T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:38:58.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><summary type='text'>I don' t know why some people make such a big deal out of Valentine's Day being so horrible. I had a good day. Hung out with some of my good friends. Saw Hitch with my non-Valentine. And later this week I should be receiving home-baked cookies from my real, but long-distance Valentine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110845673832348512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110845673832348512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110845673832348512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110845673832348512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110799859323642318</id><published>2005-02-09T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:23:13.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music is the Victim</title><summary type='text'>I lost my iPod. My musical heart and soul weep in despair at the loss of their lifeblood.I cling to the thin hope that it might turn up, but there's a 99.9% chance that it won't. Hopefully this time I will beat the odds.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110799859323642318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110799859323642318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110799859323642318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110799859323642318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/02/music-is-victim.html' title='Music is the Victim'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110790061537622004</id><published>2005-02-08T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:10:15.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry That Weight</title><summary type='text'>Boy, you're gonna carry that weight,Carry that weight a long time.Boy, you're gonna carry that weight,Carry that weight a long time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110790061537622004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110790061537622004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110790061537622004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110790061537622004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/02/carry-that-weight.html' title='Carry That Weight'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110722252731137557</id><published>2005-01-31T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T17:48:47.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still on My Brain</title><summary type='text'>What a horrible weekend. Nothing went my way. It was all about plans not going as planned.So now I'm in a bit of a funk that doesn't look like it will be completely lifted until this next weekend.Go figure.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110722252731137557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110722252731137557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110722252731137557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110722252731137557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/01/still-on-my-brain.html' title='Still on My Brain'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110576853259215420</id><published>2005-01-14T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T21:55:32.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For No One</title><summary type='text'>I don't have to explain anything I say on here to anybody. And that's just how it is.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110576853259215420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110576853259215420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110576853259215420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110576853259215420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-no-one.html' title='For No One'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839624.post-110560558129445921</id><published>2005-01-13T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T00:39:41.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Ask Me Why</title><summary type='text'>Good Friends + A Good Movie = Good Times</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110560558129445921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110560558129445921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110560558129445921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110560558129445921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/01/dont-ask-me-why.html' title='Don&apos;t Ask Me Why'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110543238124316266</id><published>2005-01-11T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T12:54:48.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unchain My Heart</title><summary type='text'>I am completely liberated from her now and I feel better than ever.It was a funny sort of weekend and the future is brimming with possibilities.Also, I really love living in the dorms. I've made so many great friends. And I get to put myself into odd little bets.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110543238124316266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110543238124316266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110543238124316266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110543238124316266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/01/unchain-my-heart.html' title='Unchain My Heart'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839624.post-110526371432077178</id><published>2005-01-09T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T00:28:16.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong 'Em Boyo</title><summary type='text'>Working for A&amp;A (the company I work for now instead of IKEA because of outsourcing) is officially bullshit. The few times that I need something from them it becomes a battle. I'm tired of it.Also, since when did I become a Bridge Over Troubled Water?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110526371432077178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110526371432077178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110526371432077178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110526371432077178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/01/wrong-em-boyo.html' title='Wrong &apos;Em Boyo'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110464336770677283</id><published>2005-01-01T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T21:22:47.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><summary type='text'>What better way to kick off 2005 than with a review of my 2004?2004: A Review of Jake's YearJanuary - April: Pretty good overall. School was  going well, getting ready for AP tests. Relationship had its ups and downs, but was good overall. That's about all I can remember for the first four months of '04.May: My birthday month! And it was an awesome 18th birthday. Lots of friends and family.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110464336770677283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110464336770677283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110464336770677283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110464336770677283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110435372796548210</id><published>2004-12-29T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T12:55:27.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><summary type='text'>Why are superheroes so damned awesome? It should almost be a crime for them to be so kick ass.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110435372796548210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110435372796548210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110435372796548210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110435372796548210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/12/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110388639488033342</id><published>2004-12-24T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T03:06:34.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Gets You Thru the Night</title><summary type='text'>It's nice to finally have a friend who will hang out at 1 in the morning. Someone who's idea of late really is late.Also, I think I want to win her back. But I'm not sure. I'm not sure if a) it's possible or b) it's wise. I also would have no idea as to where to begin. It would also probably helped if I had some kind of a badass factor going for me, but I don't.Although someone told me that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110388639488033342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110388639488033342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110388639488033342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110388639488033342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/12/whatever-gets-you-thru-night.html' title='Whatever Gets You Thru the Night'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110345072036734433</id><published>2004-12-19T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T02:05:20.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to Maybe</title><summary type='text'>Spent some quality time with my dad and brother today. It was a lot of fun. Even though I had to get up at 2:30 am to do it.After quality time I just lounged around my house all evening. Watched Return of the King. The extended version is good.I'm starting to get a little worried about my job at IKEA. Not only does it suck working for the new company, but I don't even know what kind of hours </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110345072036734433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110345072036734433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110345072036734433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110345072036734433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/12/ode-to-maybe.html' title='An Ode to Maybe'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110328490110257784</id><published>2004-12-17T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T04:01:41.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Say the Very Least</title><summary type='text'>Well, I didn't get the position in Self-Serve Warehouse. The manager said that I had a great interview and application, but she just needed someone with availability a little more open than my own. Oh well, there are other departments hiring right now. We'll see.Ocean's 12, not that good. But Broadway Grill is good. So is hanging out with a group of good friends from the dorms.All in all, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110328490110257784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110328490110257784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110328490110257784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110328490110257784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-say-very-least.html' title='To Say the Very Least'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110319138523418242</id><published>2004-12-16T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T02:03:05.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fakin' It</title><summary type='text'>Its all done. I'm done with my quarter. All I have to do is turn in my completed portfolio tomorrow and then I can go home. We'll see if they can tell that I tried to coast through english.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110319138523418242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110319138523418242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110319138523418242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110319138523418242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/12/fakin-it.html' title='Fakin&apos; It'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110317222180311311</id><published>2004-12-15T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T20:43:41.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paperback Writer</title><summary type='text'>I'm desperately trying to finish my english portfolio. Its not hard, just tedious. And the instructor was a little vague about some requirements of the final portfolio. But with every revision, I get closer to being done. And I'm through with the hardest papers, so that's a plus.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110317222180311311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110317222180311311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110317222180311311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110317222180311311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/12/paperback-writer.html' title='Paperback Writer'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110292982720807698</id><published>2004-12-13T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T01:23:47.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trampled Underfoot</title><summary type='text'>I like being the nice guy. The one who's thoughful and caring. It suits me. And other people tell me that it suits me. They also tell me that being the nice guy is a good thing. But why don't I feel the same way sometimes. And why is being the nice guy not getting me ahead at this point in my life? What's up with that?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110292982720807698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110292982720807698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110292982720807698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110292982720807698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/12/trampled-underfoot.html' title='Trampled Underfoot'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839624.post-110288711273498114</id><published>2004-12-12T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T13:31:52.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways &amp; Means</title><summary type='text'>I had an interview yesterday for IKEA's Self-Serve Warehouse. I feel like it went very well and at the end the interviewer said that I had "a great interest form and a great interview." I'm going to take that as good sign. But who knows. I will know tomorrow though.Here's to good luck.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110288711273498114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110288711273498114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110288711273498114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110288711273498114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/12/ways-means.html' title='Ways &amp; Means'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110267400765464867</id><published>2004-12-10T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T02:20:07.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock the House</title><summary type='text'>Holy shit. Deck the Hall Ball was so awesome! Everybody put on amazing sets. Except Modest Mouse. Their set was only OK. But Franz Ferdinand more than made it all worth it. Franz is an exceptional live band.Tonight at the concert, I saw both sides of going to a rock 'n' roll concert. On one hand, I almost got into a fight, but my buddy from the dorms stepped in and cooled us out. On the other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110267400765464867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110267400765464867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110267400765464867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110267400765464867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/12/rock-house.html' title='Rock the House'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110180008663780351</id><published>2004-11-29T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T23:34:46.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Now And Then There's) A Fool Such As I</title><summary type='text'>Why do I every-so-often insist on figuratively shooting myself in the head? Am I a part-time masochist? Or am I just part-time stupid?It seemed so relevant at the time. Damned theoretical questions bred out of introspection. "Would you ever think about getting back together?", I queried. And then tripping into a split-second blind rage in response to her answer that sounded like she assumed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110180008663780351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110180008663780351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110180008663780351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110180008663780351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/11/now-and-then-theres-fool-such-as-i.html' title='(Now And Then There&apos;s) A Fool Such As I'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110163721666343164</id><published>2004-11-28T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T02:20:16.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge Over Troubled Water</title><summary type='text'>When you're weary, feeling smallWhen tears are in your eyes,I will dry them all.I'm on your side.When times get rough,And friends just can't be found.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110163721666343164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110163721666343164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110163721666343164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110163721666343164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/11/bridge-over-troubled-water.html' title='Bridge Over Troubled Water'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110155278889181779</id><published>2004-11-27T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T02:53:08.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspicious Minds</title><summary type='text'>This Thanksgiving weekend has been pretty alright so far. Playing FFX until 4 o'clock in the morning was tight. Alexander was tight. Laser AC/DC with Ruslan was tight. Meeting Courtney at Dennys in Issaquah after Laser AC/DC was tight. We'll see what the rest of the weekend brings.Heartbreak is a bitch. But at least you're feeling something for another person. I miss it. The good, the bad, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110155278889181779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110155278889181779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110155278889181779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110155278889181779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/11/suspicious-minds.html' title='Suspicious Minds'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110120495914416558</id><published>2004-11-23T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T02:15:59.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missouri Loves Company</title><summary type='text'>I get to meet Patti. I'm so excited.In other news, I'm playing relationship helper for some people I live with. Its cool because I like helping people, but it also kind of sucks because I don't have a relationship of my own and I haven't had one for four months now.And in other other news, What does she want from me? Everytime we hang out she has a problem with something I'm doing. Either I'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110120495914416558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110120495914416558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110120495914416558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110120495914416558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/11/missouri-loves-company.html' title='Missouri Loves Company'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110060381393961897</id><published>2004-11-16T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T09:07:42.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Information Travels Faster</title><summary type='text'>Tonight Courtney, Liz, and I created a new game. It's called "Exchange O' Information." You essentially ask questions about whatever and everybody answers the question.It really starts to get fun at 1:30 am when everybody is a little tired.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110060381393961897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110060381393961897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110060381393961897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110060381393961897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/11/information-travels-faster.html' title='Information Travels Faster'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-110024933997448451</id><published>2004-11-12T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:48:59.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><summary type='text'>I got my tattoo today. Its the runic symbol for strength on my upper right arm. It looks really good. It didn't really hurt either. I just felt like a bunch of tiny pinches. And now it kind of feels like a slight sunburn. Not painful at all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/110024933997448451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=110024933997448451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110024933997448451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/110024933997448451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/11/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109973357118645227</id><published>2004-11-06T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T01:33:23.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghetto Musick</title><summary type='text'>iPods are so much fun. I love mine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109973357118645227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109973357118645227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109973357118645227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109973357118645227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/11/ghetto-musick.html' title='Ghetto Musick'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109930127307308053</id><published>2004-11-01T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T01:31:15.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinitely Late at Night</title><summary type='text'>Halloween weekend debauchery:-Riding the bus to Renton with Gloria (Morning Glory).-Having a really good conversation with Christina, my next door neighbor.-Falling asleep in Rachel's room until 4:30 am.-Receiving a parking fine for parking overnight behind my dorm hall.-Shopping for Rocky Horror Picture Show costumes. I was Eddie.-Eating at Dick's.-Watching Rocky Horror Picture Show with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109930127307308053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109930127307308053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109930127307308053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109930127307308053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/11/infinitely-late-at-night.html' title='Infinitely Late at Night'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109860920351047247</id><published>2004-10-24T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T02:13:23.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby You're a Rich Man</title><summary type='text'>It looks like my $4000 weekend may actually be more like a $7000 - $8000 weekend.That's awesome.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109860920351047247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109860920351047247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109860920351047247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109860920351047247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/baby-youre-rich-man.html' title='Baby You&apos;re a Rich Man'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109851638143071769</id><published>2004-10-23T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T00:26:21.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><summary type='text'>Today I bought an Izod Lacoste cardigan for $15 and a Christian Dior scarf for $12 at Atlas Clothing on Capital Hill. It was an amazing day for shopping.But now my primary concern is the $4000 weekend I'm about to have.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109851638143071769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109851638143071769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109851638143071769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109851638143071769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109826231940314410</id><published>2004-10-20T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T01:53:45.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Alone</title><summary type='text'>Boy oh boy was I tired today. I could barely keep my eyes open in Anthropology lecture today. But FIG was fun and I think English 131 satisfied me more today than it ever has.I rode the bus out to Northgate Mall today. It was very fun. I got to spend some time with myself and not feel compelled to socialize. That was a pleasant side-effect of going to the mall. The main reason I went out there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109826231940314410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109826231940314410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109826231940314410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109826231940314410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-alone.html' title='Happy Alone'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109817373160145500</id><published>2004-10-19T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T01:15:31.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokerman</title><summary type='text'>Jim Gaffigan is hilarious. Definately a great comedian.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109817373160145500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109817373160145500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109817373160145500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109817373160145500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/jokerman.html' title='Jokerman'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109809007546371625</id><published>2004-10-18T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T02:06:14.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in Plaster</title><summary type='text'>The IKEA 10th Anniversary Party was alright. Nothing to brag about. But the food was superb.In another aspect of my life, I think the White Stripes/Burt Bacharach said it best: "I just don't know what to do with myself."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109809007546371625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109809007546371625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109809007546371625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109809007546371625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/love-in-plaster.html' title='Love in Plaster'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109792340177361411</id><published>2004-10-16T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T03:43:21.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Kyoto</title><summary type='text'>Ten people crowded into a dorm room is not the best way to watch Lost in Translation. Only 1/5 of us liked it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109792340177361411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109792340177361411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109792340177361411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109792340177361411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/lost-in-kyoto.html' title='Lost in Kyoto'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109783227963342064</id><published>2004-10-15T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T02:24:39.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a Blast</title><summary type='text'>The highlight of tonight was definately bubble tea and intense games of Jenga with Liz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109783227963342064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109783227963342064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109783227963342064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109783227963342064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/having-blast.html' title='Having a Blast'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109774932540593016</id><published>2004-10-14T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T03:22:05.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day, Good Sir</title><summary type='text'>Sleeping in the study lounge, Spider-Man 2 in the HUB, hall parties, listening to a couple of guys jam on their guitars in the lounge, generally hanging out and having a good time, and walking Sally back to McMahon then walking back to Lander are some of the really fun things that I do at college.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109774932540593016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109774932540593016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109774932540593016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109774932540593016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/good-day-good-sir.html' title='Good Day, Good Sir'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109765772381705004</id><published>2004-10-13T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T01:55:23.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Link</title><summary type='text'>I worked out today for the first time in ages and I felt really good afterwards. I think I'm going to keep it up.America (The Book) - A Citizen's Guide to Democracy Inaction is really funny. I've only read four pages of it and the rest of it looks promising.Its the 13th already. I'm nervous, but excited. She hasn't been apart of my life for too long. We'll see how it goes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109765772381705004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109765772381705004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109765772381705004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109765772381705004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/missing-link.html' title='Missing Link'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109756987745888321</id><published>2004-10-12T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T01:31:17.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Life</title><summary type='text'>IHoP at midnight with two people that you know and a bunch that you just met is extremely awesome. Laughter and fun were the results.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109756987745888321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109756987745888321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109756987745888321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109756987745888321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/night-life.html' title='Night Life'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109752805784582339</id><published>2004-10-11T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:54:17.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe In Breathe Out</title><summary type='text'>Maddie and Julie are so cool. They let me take a nap on the floor of their room for an hour and a half. But then they told me that I snore. So they are a little less cool.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109752805784582339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109752805784582339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109752805784582339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109752805784582339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/breathe-in-breathe-out.html' title='Breathe In Breathe Out'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109748267871875453</id><published>2004-10-11T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T01:17:58.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of Superman</title><summary type='text'>Christopher ReeveSeptember 25, 1952 - October 10, 2004Rest in peace.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109748267871875453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109748267871875453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109748267871875453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109748267871875453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/death-of-superman.html' title='The Death of Superman'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839624.post-109731547688966775</id><published>2004-10-09T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T02:51:16.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Get Together to Tear it Apart</title><summary type='text'>My anthropology lecture today was interesting. I really like that class.I got back from class, lounged around for a bit and then started to wander my floor. I went and talked to Julie and Maddie for a little bit and then Courtney and Liz joined us. By this point I was getting pretty hungry so Courtney, Liz, and myself went and ate lunch together.Lunch was a lot of fun because both Liz and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109731547688966775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109731547688966775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109731547688966775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109731547688966775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/get-together-to-tear-it-apart.html' title='A Get Together to Tear it Apart'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109722229774882257</id><published>2004-10-08T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T00:58:17.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abra Cadaver</title><summary type='text'>When I woke up today I was still feeling the effects of the pie. It was horrible because my stomach was being ravaged and I had to sit through a hour long lecture. But I soldiered through it and after I got some lunch in me I was feeling pretty dapper.Lunch did not save me from my two hour english class that was pure torture to attend today. It was just long and boring and the professor is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109722229774882257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109722229774882257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109722229774882257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109722229774882257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/abra-cadaver.html' title='Abra Cadaver'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109713053730373900</id><published>2004-10-06T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T23:49:51.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Make it Through the Night</title><summary type='text'>I put myself through the most painful physical experience ever tonight. I participated in the All Hall Brawl Pie Eating Contest. I had to eat a chocolate meringue pie. It was good for the first two bites and then it was terrible. The chocolate pudding was so thick that when I had a mouthful I couldn't breathe and it was in my noise. I don't remember how many times I almost threw-up during the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109713053730373900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109713053730373900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109713053730373900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109713053730373900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/help-me-make-it-through-night.html' title='Help Me Make it Through the Night'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109705016227200346</id><published>2004-10-06T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T01:09:22.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholia</title><summary type='text'>I'm being a good student and doing all my homework and studying early, but then my evenings are boring as hell. When I'm not busy and looking for something to do, everybody is doing their work. I guess I could just study more.Or not.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109705016227200346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109705016227200346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109705016227200346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109705016227200346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/melancholia.html' title='Melancholia'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109704358758324290</id><published>2004-10-05T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T23:19:47.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Best Friend</title><summary type='text'>I really love you,Oh you're my best friend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109704358758324290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109704358758324290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109704358758324290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109704358758324290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/youre-my-best-friend.html' title='You&apos;re My Best Friend'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109696267992063358</id><published>2004-10-05T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T01:12:06.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Slumbers</title><summary type='text'>This weekend when I went home I also stopped by IKEA. I picked up my schedules for the next couple of weeks and I also ran into my boss. She decided to give me my review for bonus day while I was there. To cut to the quick: a 5 means you're an awesome coworker and I scored a 6.75. When bonus day comes around, this score will translate into a dollar value. I'm pretty confident that I could easily </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109696267992063358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109696267992063358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109696267992063358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109696267992063358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/golden-slumbers.html' title='Golden Slumbers'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109679955920236790</id><published>2004-10-03T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T03:34:32.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knockin' on Heaven's Door</title><summary type='text'>My grandfather passed away tonight.He's the second grandparent that I've lost.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109679955920236790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109679955920236790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109679955920236790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109679955920236790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/knockin-on-heavens-door.html' title='Knockin&apos; on Heaven&apos;s Door'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109670654612958965</id><published>2004-10-02T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T02:01:42.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Top</title><summary type='text'>Life up at the UW is grand.All of the people living on the second floor of Lander Hall are great people. I really like most of the people living there. Everybody around my room is really cool. Its a very social floor. And everybody likes good music, which is a definite plus.I love the classes I'm taking too. They seem like they will be a lot of fun. Especially my anthropology class. Its cool </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109670654612958965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109670654612958965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109670654612958965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109670654612958965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/10/on-top.html' title='On Top'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109644747465220834</id><published>2004-09-29T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T01:44:34.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Sorry</title><summary type='text'>You really don't know how bad I feel because I forgot. I truly am sorry.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109644747465220834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109644747465220834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109644747465220834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109644747465220834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/09/sorry-sorry.html' title='Sorry Sorry'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839624.post-109643219852228805</id><published>2004-09-28T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T21:29:58.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitter Happier</title><summary type='text'>Living in a dorm and college life is so much fun. I love it. I love everything about it so far. I'm totally looking forward to the rest of the year.Let's see how classes go when they begin tomorrow though.I'll post more later when I have time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109643219852228805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109643219852228805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109643219852228805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109643219852228805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/09/fitter-happier.html' title='Fitter Happier'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109601722990128518</id><published>2004-09-24T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T02:13:49.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Tree</title><summary type='text'>Well, my dad took off to see my grandpa this morning. He won't be back until Sunday or Monday. I was really disappointed when he left. I'm not going to see him for a week or more because by the time he gets back I'll be off at school. He didn't even say anything to me about school or moving out. My uncle who was with us also wished me good luck in school, but own father didn't even mention it. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109601722990128518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109601722990128518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109601722990128518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109601722990128518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/09/family-tree.html' title='Family Tree'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109592817478936762</id><published>2004-09-23T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T01:29:34.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subterranean Homesick Blues</title><summary type='text'>Not much has happened the last few days. Just a lot of getting ready for school. But there are somethings that standout.Monday: Shopping. Went to the Factoria Nordstrom Rack where I bought a merino wool sweater that is uber-cool and a Lucky Brand fur-lined corduroy coat. Later that day I went to Southcenter where I got a cool pair of vintage style Reeboks and a cool pair of Adidas.Tuesday: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109592817478936762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109592817478936762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109592817478936762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109592817478936762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/09/subterranean-homesick-blues.html' title='Subterranean Homesick Blues'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109549846394965339</id><published>2004-09-18T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T02:07:43.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Times They Are A-Changin'</title><summary type='text'>The other day I went to Best Buy and bought $65 in CDs. Out of all the music I bought, right now I am being drawn to the songs that are the most solemn.I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that in a week I will be moving away from the places and people that I have been around for the last 18 years. Granted, I will only be right up in the U District and coming home on the weekends, but it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109549846394965339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109549846394965339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109549846394965339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109549846394965339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/09/times-they-are-changin.html' title='The Times They Are A-Changin&apos;'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109541270135189454</id><published>2004-09-17T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T02:18:21.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Life</title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday I officialy became an Eagle Scout. I never really realized what a big deal it was to people until that night. I just hope I can live up to the expectations. Also it was really cool to see all the people who showed up to my Court of Honor, even though a couple of key people were missing from the audience. That was disappointing, but I understand the natures of their absences.On </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109541270135189454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109541270135189454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109541270135189454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109541270135189454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-my-life.html' title='In My Life'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109532367856087312</id><published>2004-09-16T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T01:34:38.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Goodbye</title><summary type='text'>One year ago today I lost my first car after owning it for only a month.Rest in peace Gran Torino. You are missed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109532367856087312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109532367856087312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109532367856087312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109532367856087312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/09/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello Goodbye'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109523686430145670</id><published>2004-09-15T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T01:27:44.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And So It Goes</title><summary type='text'>Today was my last day in Builder's Room. I'm going to miss it. Building furniture is fun.I am quite relieved that I didn't have to go on the second date tonight. Like I said before, she's not really my type, and the first date didn't go so well I feel.Instead I went out with the guys to Applebee's for half-price appetizers and all-you-can-eat riblets. One problem though, they cut us off after</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109523686430145670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109523686430145670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109523686430145670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109523686430145670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-so-it-goes.html' title='And So It Goes'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109514535010445258</id><published>2004-09-14T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T00:05:32.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Yourself Disintegrate</title><summary type='text'>I feel like a zombie. I've felt like one for the last couple of weeks. All I've done is work and sleep. Occasionally interupted by some computer time.In other news, the girl is nice enough. But she's not really my type. And I might not have to go on the second date with her. Which would be a bit of a relief.Also, Elvis Costello is an amazing musician.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109514535010445258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109514535010445258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109514535010445258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109514535010445258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/09/feeling-yourself-disintegrate.html' title='Feeling Yourself Disintegrate'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109506235257694377</id><published>2004-09-13T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T00:59:12.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><summary type='text'>I might be in with her, but is she in with me? I don't know yet.Also, Resident Evil: Apocalypse wasn't as bad as I originally thought it would be.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109506235257694377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109506235257694377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109506235257694377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109506235257694377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-day_13.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839624.post-109497852110323865</id><published>2004-09-12T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T01:42:01.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could Well Be In</title><summary type='text'>We'll see this evening and Tuesday if I am in. You never know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109497852110323865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109497852110323865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109497852110323865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109497852110323865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/09/could-well-be-in.html' title='Could Well Be In'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109420258128125212</id><published>2004-09-03T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T02:09:41.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncloudy Day</title><summary type='text'>I've been doing a lot better since I decided to start watching out for myself. It definitely feels good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109420258128125212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109420258128125212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109420258128125212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109420258128125212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/09/uncloudy-day.html' title='Uncloudy Day'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109376498391178591</id><published>2004-08-29T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T00:36:23.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Just Like) Starting Over</title><summary type='text'>I did it. It wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. It was kind of awkard though.I feel a lot better though. Like a burden has been lifted from my back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109376498391178591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109376498391178591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109376498391178591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109376498391178591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-like-starting-over.html' title='(Just Like) Starting Over'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109359753525586401</id><published>2004-08-27T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T02:05:35.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Over Now</title><summary type='text'>I'm tired of extending myself. I can't keep letting myself ride the emotional rollercoaster that I've been on. No matter what I do it's going to hurt, but now I've decided that pulling the band-aid off as quick as possible is the best thing to do. It will hurt for a little bit, but then it will be over.At this point, I'm watching out for myself. I don't know why I've been so considerate because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109359753525586401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109359753525586401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109359753525586401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109359753525586401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-all-over-now.html' title='It&apos;s All Over Now'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109342371455556572</id><published>2004-08-25T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T02:51:10.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance</title><summary type='text'>How can people just push aside all the experiences and people from the last four years of their life? Good, bad, or indifferent; they were a part of your life. Those are years that help shape the person you become.I'm looking forward to college as a new start, but I'm not going to pretend that high school never happened or that I never I met the people who were a part of those years. Granted, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109342371455556572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109342371455556572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109342371455556572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109342371455556572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/good-riddance.html' title='Good Riddance'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109325227059378490</id><published>2004-08-23T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T02:11:10.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Standing</title><summary type='text'>So much going on right now. It's hard to balance it all.I'm totally looking forward to college though. I'm looking forward to meeting people who are similiar to myself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109325227059378490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109325227059378490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109325227059378490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109325227059378490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-still-standing.html' title='I&apos;m Still Standing'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109299635922194438</id><published>2004-08-20T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T03:05:59.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Willie Nelson Style</title><summary type='text'>Song of the Moment:Willie Nelson - Funny How Time Slips Away</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109299635922194438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109299635922194438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109299635922194438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109299635922194438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-willie-nelson-style.html' title='My Willie Nelson Style'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109282494571557620</id><published>2004-08-18T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T03:29:05.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding My Own</title><summary type='text'>I felt better today than I have for the last few days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109282494571557620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109282494571557620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109282494571557620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109282494571557620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/holding-my-own_18.html' title='Holding My Own'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109273415531274399</id><published>2004-08-17T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T02:15:55.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Games</title><summary type='text'>I love her and am completely frustrated with her at the same time. But above all else, I miss her. Being apart is for the best in the long run. Everthing is getting better though.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109273415531274399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109273415531274399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109273415531274399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109273415531274399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/mind-games.html' title='Mind Games'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839624.post-109273395601911575</id><published>2004-08-17T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T02:12:36.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Jazz</title><summary type='text'>An old friend is always a good person to hang out with.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109273395601911575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109273395601911575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109273395601911575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109273395601911575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/jimmy-jazz.html' title='Jimmy Jazz'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109264325050115089</id><published>2004-08-16T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T01:00:50.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Will Be Alright</title><summary type='text'>Work is good. I still have a couple good friends. But I still have things to deal with.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109264325050115089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109264325050115089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109264325050115089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109264325050115089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/everything-will-be-alright.html' title='Everything Will Be Alright'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109255498195993718</id><published>2004-08-15T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T00:30:44.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Hard Day's Night</title><summary type='text'>I worked a total of nine hours today. And I interviewed for a new department. There aren't any openings right now, but when there is I have a really good chance of getting into the department. And I'm going to get temp hours in this department so that I can get a feel for it. Awesome.Work is going really well for me right now. I can't say that about other parts of my life, but I'll deal.I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109255498195993718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109255498195993718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109255498195993718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109255498195993718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-been-hard-days-night.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Hard Day&apos;s Night'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109251225892372915</id><published>2004-08-14T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T12:37:38.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Always Get What You Want</title><summary type='text'>I'm tired of always having make things happen for myself. Why can't somebody else make something happen?I have friends that mean a lot to me, but I don't feel like I mean a lot to them. Why can't I have a friend that I feel like I mean a lot to?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109251225892372915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109251225892372915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109251225892372915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109251225892372915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-cant-always-get-what-you-want.html' title='You Can&apos;t Always Get What You Want'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109242936856667418</id><published>2004-08-13T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T13:36:08.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know It's Only Rock 'n' Roll, But I Like It</title><summary type='text'>The Hives' new album rocks. So does The Killers' album. And Coheed and Cambria.Aural pleasure continues.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109242936856667418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109242936856667418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109242936856667418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109242936856667418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-know-its-only-rock-n-roll-but-i-like.html' title='I Know It&apos;s Only Rock &apos;n&apos; Roll, But I Like It'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109202704412540657</id><published>2004-08-08T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T21:50:44.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!</title><summary type='text'>I did it. My confidence is boosted by like ten now. I'm totally happy now. It made my day at work yesterday.It did not help make my day at work today. Work today was stressful, but gratifying. When someone who doesn't normally deal with my department compliments my work for the day, I'm going to take that as a good sign.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109202704412540657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109202704412540657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109202704412540657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109202704412540657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/yeah.html' title='Yeah!'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109190413978438992</id><published>2004-08-07T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T11:42:19.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Ho</title><summary type='text'>Two hours until work. The excitement is killing me. Sike!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109190413978438992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109190413978438992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109190413978438992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109190413978438992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/hi-ho.html' title='Hi Ho'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109168584214528704</id><published>2004-08-04T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T23:04:02.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Not Me, Its Just My Mind</title><summary type='text'>I need to get rid of the fear of rejection that is holding me back. I have nothing to lose by asking. Other than that, my life is starting to get back on track. Somethings could be better, but I'm not gonna sweat them too much right now.Tomorrow shall be a fun filled day. A day full of donating bodily fluids, working on my car, getting a free gift from IKEA, smacking golf balls at the driving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109168584214528704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109168584214528704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109168584214528704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109168584214528704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-not-me-its-just-my-mind.html' title='Its Not Me, Its Just My Mind'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109134874087414654</id><published>2004-08-01T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T01:25:40.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Condition My Condinition Is In</title><summary type='text'>I've got to admit that it's getting better. A little better all the time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109134874087414654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109134874087414654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109134874087414654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109134874087414654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/08/condition-my-condinition-is-in.html' title='The Condition My Condinition Is In'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109126078665444271</id><published>2004-07-31T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:59:46.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ + Friends + Scrabble = Fun</title><summary type='text'>I'm glad that I had a BBQ and some good friends showed up.  It helped a lot to be around people that I've known for years and years.  It was comfortable.Now, it's off to dream land where anything can happen.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109126078665444271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109126078665444271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109126078665444271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109126078665444271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/07/bbq-friends-scrabble-fun.html' title='BBQ + Friends + Scrabble = Fun'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109117680548448893</id><published>2004-07-30T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T01:40:05.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Only Sleeping</title><summary type='text'>Now it's off to succumb to the dark embrace of sleep.  If only it's ability to render oneself completely carefree could last throughout one's waking hours.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109117680548448893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109117680548448893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109117680548448893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109117680548448893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-only-sleeping.html' title='I&apos;m Only Sleeping'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109117612162850158</id><published>2004-07-30T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T01:28:41.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duality</title><summary type='text'>How can life be totally awesome and totally not awesome at the same time?I think I'm being dueced.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109117612162850158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109117612162850158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109117612162850158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109117612162850158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/07/duality.html' title='Duality'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-109108430362569614</id><published>2004-07-28T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T23:58:23.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Float On</title><summary type='text'>Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands,Good news will work its way to all them plans.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/109108430362569614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=109108430362569614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109108430362569614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/109108430362569614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2004/07/float-on.html' title='Float On'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-106992149208454059</id><published>2003-11-27T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T00:25:38.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><summary type='text'>I wish I always had exactly the right words to say at exactly the right time.  I was not gifted with that capacity however.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/106992149208454059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=106992149208454059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/106992149208454059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/106992149208454059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2003/11/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-106948772060019624</id><published>2003-11-21T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T23:55:58.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><summary type='text'>What have I become my sweetest friend?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/106948772060019624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=106948772060019624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/106948772060019624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/106948772060019624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2003/11/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-106905076862053784</id><published>2003-11-16T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T22:33:20.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><summary type='text'>The holidays are almost here and I work in retail.  That translates into absolutely no fun.  Holiday season in retail sucks.  And Old Navy is going to try and make me spend even more of my free time there than I want to.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/106905076862053784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=106905076862053784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/106905076862053784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/106905076862053784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2003/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-106888875649607029</id><published>2003-11-15T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T01:33:06.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olds</title><summary type='text'>I hate my Oldsmobile.  It sucks.  I miss my Gran Torino.  It was much too young to die.RIP Torino</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/106888875649607029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=106888875649607029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/106888875649607029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/106888875649607029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2003/11/olds.html' title='Olds'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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-3839624.post-106870510454466445</id><published>2003-11-12T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:32:11.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Style Analysis + Biology = No Fun</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, style analysis is boring. And biology is boring. So together, they make the most boringest day ever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/feeds/106870510454466445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839624&amp;postID=106870510454466445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/106870510454466445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839624/posts/default/106870510454466445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrange.blogspot.com/2003/11/style-analysis-biology-no-fun.html' title='Style Analysis + Biology = No Fun'/><author><name>Jake Swanke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887471317480053134</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>
