<?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-6420844</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:42:48.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a canadian way to waste time</title><subtitle type='html'>Personal blog of an early 20's university student.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://green-snail.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-snail.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537551752452730737</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420844.post-107644157053883995</id><published>2004-02-10T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T13:35:19.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know! No updates!  So I've been busy and well I still am!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420844-107644157053883995?l=green-snail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420844/posts/default/107644157053883995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420844/posts/default/107644157053883995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-snail.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-know-no-updates-so-ive-been-busy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537551752452730737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420844.post-107609827921458858</id><published>2004-02-06T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T14:13:42.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't say much....I gotta go write the LSAT in 3 hours. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420844-107609827921458858?l=green-snail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420844/posts/default/107609827921458858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420844/posts/default/107609827921458858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-snail.blogspot.com/2004/02/cant-say-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537551752452730737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420844.post-107601076134114090</id><published>2004-02-05T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T13:55:02.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;www.pointlesswasteoftime.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is the last time I am going to mention this but.... ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FCC LAUNCHES MASSIVE INVESTIGATION INTO JACKSON SUPERBOOB... &lt;br /&gt;2.4.04 by David Wong 84,557 Comments &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with Chairman Michael Powell calling the half-time Superbowl stunt "a crass, disgusting, cock-slapping tragedy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the half-time musical number, singer Justin Timberlake ripped off part of Janet Jackson's costume, causing her enormous breast to flop out before producers could cut away. Then, still before cameras were able to cut the shot, he slapped the breast repeatedly with his left hand, smacking it rapidly like a boxer working a speedbag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timberlake then unzipped his trousers and pulled out his flacid penis, which he used to slap Jackson's breast with hip-twitching fervor as cameras watched helplessly. The former N'Sync member then completely disrobed, climbed up a cable in Tarzan-like fashion, and began swinging back and forth across the stage like a pendulum at the exact height that allowed his penis to slap across the face of every single person on stage, on pass after pass after pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, meanwhile, donned a jetpack shaped like a giant penis and flew around the stands with her breasts bared, while audience members reached up and groped her dangling udders. Cameras quickly cut away from the events just minutes after she landed and the pair left the field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBS and NFL representatives say the ending of the half-time musical number was improvised and accidental, and have apologized. FCC investigators have expressed skepticism, saying the dance number, which accompanied Timberlake's hit Funkass Tittyslap Cockfloppin', was rehearsed for weeks beforehand. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420844-107601076134114090?l=green-snail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420844/posts/default/107601076134114090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420844/posts/default/107601076134114090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-snail.blogspot.com/2004/02/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537551752452730737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420844.post-107594656900163121</id><published>2004-02-04T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:05:49.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I was out with two of my buddies at our local watering hole having a few beers.  I got up to go play some video poker and lose some money.  So the machines were pretty crowded and I took a seat beside this guy and this girl who were playing together.  Now I wasn’t trying to ease drop but when you are less then a foot away from someone having a conversation you are going to hear what they say.  So this guy is drunk, you can tell.  He is slurring and having problems standing, but whatever, who hasn’t been there, eh?  He is telling these women how much he loves her and how much she means to him.  She is also telling him that she really loves him and blah blah blah.  But the guy continues and says that she changed his life and that before he met her he didn’t want to continue living.  And it was only because he met her that he didn’t kill himself.  I was like woah, that’s crazy.  So there happy, she inadvertently saved this guys life.  So he goes to the bathroom and outside for a smoke and she picks up her cell phone.  She dials and begins to talk: “Hey baby, how are you doing?  I’m good.  I’m just out with some girlfriends having a few drinks I’ll be home in a few hours.” WHAT THE FUCK!  What a bitch!  She’s got another guy AT HOME who is also in the dark by the way who she says she loves.  What a bold faced liar!  I couldn’t believe it!  I don’t understand how she could sit there and tell this guy she loved him so much and listen to him tell her it is because of her that he didn’t off himself!!!  Why are some women such huge bitches!  This poor guy is getting played!  And worse, the other guy is getting played too.  Man I was so astounded how fucking cold and well evil that was.  What a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420844-107594656900163121?l=green-snail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420844/posts/default/107594656900163121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420844/posts/default/107594656900163121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-snail.blogspot.com/2004/02/bitch-so-last-night-i-was-out-with-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537551752452730737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420844.post-107582440699063607</id><published>2004-02-03T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T10:09:15.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You have got to be kidding...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on my way into school today I hear on the radio that the FCC is launching a formal investigation into the Janet Jackson Superbowl halftime show boob "exposure".  WHAT THE FUCK!  Am I the only one that thinks this is just plain retarded?  The world saw her breast from a blurry camera far far away for less then 0.4 seconds and this warrants an investigation???  WHO CARES!  It's not like everyone on the entire planet will not see a tit in their lifetime!  And if someone is so sheltered that they haven't seen a boob before why not janets???  It is getting just bloody nuts how much attention we pay to things that DO NOT FUCKING MATTER!  Even my 65 year old CANADIAN HISTORY prof managed to fit janet's boob into his lecture this morning!  People all over the place a dying but still, we talk about tits!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today, my little area where I read between classes is all full today!  This is the second day in a damn row!  Fuck that pisses me off.  Now I need to go find somewhere else!  What a pain in the ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420844-107582440699063607?l=green-snail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420844/posts/default/107582440699063607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420844/posts/default/107582440699063607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-snail.blogspot.com/2004/02/you-have-got-to-be-kidding.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537551752452730737</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420844.post-107575403318657430</id><published>2004-02-02T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T14:44:02.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A new day a new blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shitty day it has been so far today.  I did not get enough sleep last night at all and I felt like total crap.  My first class was pretty good but when I went to the library to read all the spots where I like to sit were taken!  So I had to walk to the other side of the building to find a place to sit.  I get there and start reading and well this guy sits down the next desk over and powers up his laptop.  I hate that when you are in a nice quiet place and some fucker turns on his computer or cellphone and you get the turning on noise that is SO loud.  I can deal with the turning on of the computer but this guy stars to type and I mean not just normal typing this guy is bloody pounding on the keyboard.  And I mean fucking POUNDING.  So I can't take it anymore so I go to read the google news site but one of the damn computer labs is closed so they can upgrade the software.  So only one lab is open and there is 5 people waiting to use the computers.  Fuck that.  I am not waiting.  So back up to noisy typer and my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI people:  This is my second blog.  I recently discovered my girlfriend had discovered my old blog and had been reading it.  So needless to say since she was reading it I could not be 100% honest in my postings.  So now I am going to have a doubble blog life....The other one for her and my friends who want to know what is "going" on and this one here for people that I don't know.  This will be my venting blog, I suppose.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6420844-107575403318657430?l=green-snail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420844/posts/default/107575403318657430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6420844/posts/default/107575403318657430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://green-snail.blogspot.com/2004/02/new-day-new-blog-what-shitty-day-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537551752452730737</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></entry></feed>
