<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058121</id><updated>2009-02-20T21:13:56.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooses</title><subtitle type='html'>many wonderful thoughts that i just felt like writing down. You got a problem with that?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herajika.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herajika.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maciek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423005362688354436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058121.post-107316180313393798</id><published>2004-01-03T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T12:32:35.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi&lt;br /&gt;i havnt written in a looooooooong time&lt;br /&gt;but thats just too bad&lt;br /&gt;and ya know whos fault it is?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;thats right&lt;br /&gt;its all mo's fault&lt;br /&gt;and johnmarks bad&lt;br /&gt;and my problem&lt;br /&gt;i hate it being my problem&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;o well&lt;br /&gt;well now that ive been dumped i hav written a poem&lt;br /&gt;i bet u think it sucks&lt;br /&gt;but who FUCKING CARES!?!&lt;br /&gt;its my fucking blog&lt;br /&gt;so go complain to mo about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the incandescently shining lightning bug settles slowly onto her nose. she feels the light tickling pressure of his tiny little feet moving around on the middle of her moonlit face. she laughs at the beauty of it all. the lightning bug, startled, sets off its luminous light, hops off of her nose, and slowly drifts away into the moonlit sky. the girl smiles as she recalls the beauty of the lightning bug, the night sky, and falls asleep on the damp grass&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      --Maciek Swiech, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;it IS 2004&lt;br /&gt;i forgot&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;o well&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;being sick is rather boring&lt;br /&gt;buh bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058121-107316180313393798?l=herajika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/107316180313393798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/107316180313393798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herajika.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107316180313393798' title=''/><author><name>Maciek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423005362688354436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02861876643356842338'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058121.post-107016679385312759</id><published>2003-11-29T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T20:33:23.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>money&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;thats wut its all about&lt;br /&gt;if u dont hav money&lt;br /&gt;ure screeeeeeeeewed&lt;br /&gt;unless u hav rich friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u actually believe all of that bs&lt;br /&gt;ure a materialistic asshole&lt;br /&gt;but having money still can be fun&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058121-107016679385312759?l=herajika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/107016679385312759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/107016679385312759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herajika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107016679385312759' title=''/><author><name>Maciek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423005362688354436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02861876643356842338'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058121.post-106981162136366406</id><published>2003-11-25T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T17:53:49.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;scirDSL&gt; I hated going to weddings. All the grandmas would poke me saying "You're next". They stopped that when I started doing it to them at funerals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058121-106981162136366406?l=herajika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106981162136366406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106981162136366406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herajika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106981162136366406' title=''/><author><name>Maciek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423005362688354436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02861876643356842338'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058121.post-106938036818408085</id><published>2003-11-20T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T18:06:15.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish that i could write deep thoughts as funny as jack handey can. but i can't. so ill just be happy with my wonderful mug of chai latte. mmmmmmm! delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058121-106938036818408085?l=herajika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106938036818408085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106938036818408085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herajika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106938036818408085' title=''/><author><name>Maciek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423005362688354436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02861876643356842338'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058121.post-106912190540605497</id><published>2003-11-17T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T18:07:03.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>naw, for real though, hugs are great things they brighten your day and if you are on a backpacking trip they keep you warm. hehe. but hugs are not only things used for warmth. you can comfort someone or tell them how much you love them by giving them a hug. and i, being a rather sentimental and sympathetic person (at least on the inside), love to make other people feel better about themselves, or a bad grade, or whatnot. "wheres the moose? *oo!*" if you ever want to bore yourself to death, you should read frankenstein by mary shelley. that book shouldnt even be allowed to burn in the 7th circle of HELL!!! on the other hand, it _would_ be fun to burn that fuckin% piece of $hit (censored for young minds) well, im too lazy to type more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058121-106912190540605497?l=herajika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106912190540605497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106912190540605497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herajika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106912190540605497' title=''/><author><name>Maciek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423005362688354436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02861876643356842338'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058121.post-106902895790202496</id><published>2003-11-16T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T16:29:23.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive just come back from a wonderful backpacking trip&lt;br /&gt;and by general consensus it has been decided that&lt;br /&gt;my shoulder is more like a pilow than a shoulder. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;it was the most fun ive had outside in the middle of&lt;br /&gt;november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand&lt;br /&gt;when i came back my parents started bitching about &lt;br /&gt;lots of fucking bullshit that doesnt even make sense&lt;br /&gt;i fucking hate them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058121-106902895790202496?l=herajika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106902895790202496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106902895790202496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herajika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106902895790202496' title=''/><author><name>Maciek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423005362688354436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02861876643356842338'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058121.post-106877263332527350</id><published>2003-11-13T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T17:17:18.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hugs are great&lt;br /&gt;when you give a hug&lt;br /&gt;you not only feel better,&lt;br /&gt;but if you're really good&lt;br /&gt;you can get that person's&lt;br /&gt;wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where's the moose?&lt;br /&gt;              *oo!*"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058121-106877263332527350?l=herajika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106877263332527350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106877263332527350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herajika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106877263332527350' title=''/><author><name>Maciek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423005362688354436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02861876643356842338'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058121.post-106860752314738789</id><published>2003-11-11T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T19:25:27.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“ In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then&lt;br /&gt;burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We&lt;br /&gt;should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner&lt;br /&gt;spirit”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               -Albert Schweitzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058121-106860752314738789?l=herajika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106860752314738789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106860752314738789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herajika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106860752314738789' title=''/><author><name>Maciek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423005362688354436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02861876643356842338'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058121.post-106848977127720062</id><published>2003-11-10T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T10:42:55.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i find it slightly strange that over the weekend&lt;br /&gt;on ealmost never goes to sleep past 11 or 12&lt;br /&gt;and yet the week before we had been saying&lt;br /&gt;"ah! the weekend! now i can finally get some&lt;br /&gt;sleep!" dont you find it slighlty ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekends sometimes turn out to be the most&lt;br /&gt;boring times, especially when you cant hang out&lt;br /&gt;with your friends because of your schedule, but &lt;br /&gt;there is nothing else to do in between those&lt;br /&gt;items in your schedule&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes PISSES ME OFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a great quote from michealpitt (correct spelling):&lt;br /&gt;"i do not wish for my long life... that's unreasonable. &lt;br /&gt;Instead, i wish for all of your quick death."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058121-106848977127720062?l=herajika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106848977127720062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106848977127720062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herajika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106848977127720062' title=''/><author><name>Maciek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423005362688354436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02861876643356842338'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058121.post-106843804288060131</id><published>2003-11-09T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T20:20:47.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think that all mosquitos&lt;br /&gt;should be wiped off the face of the earth&lt;br /&gt;it would most certainly be a enlightening experience&lt;br /&gt;to see the little buggers going down after being sprayed&lt;br /&gt;with 5 gallons of 100% deet insect repellent&lt;br /&gt;napalm would also be quite enjoyable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058121-106843804288060131?l=herajika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106843804288060131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106843804288060131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herajika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106843804288060131' title=''/><author><name>Maciek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423005362688354436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02861876643356842338'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058121.post-106843724236432966</id><published>2003-11-09T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T20:07:26.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya know&lt;br /&gt;sometimes ya feel like the world is only out there to make u feel bad&lt;br /&gt;and not ever succeed in anything&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, when you find something&lt;br /&gt;that makes you truly happy&lt;br /&gt;the world seems no bigger than a stupid mosquito&lt;br /&gt;that tries to bite you, even though you have 6 layers of clothing on&lt;br /&gt;thats what i think life is all about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058121-106843724236432966?l=herajika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106843724236432966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6058121/posts/default/106843724236432966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herajika.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106843724236432966' title=''/><author><name>Maciek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01423005362688354436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02861876643356842338'/></author></entry></feed>