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  <title>Andrew</title>
  <subtitle>Andrew</subtitle>
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    <name>Andrew</name>
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  <updated>2006-08-30T19:55:27Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:and_roo:110004</id>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-08-30T15:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-30T19:55:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-30T19:55:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I notice that Clint and Alex are pretty much the only two people, on my friends list, that update LJ anymore.  I'll drink to that and about anything else.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:and_roo:109587</id>
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    <title>I'm scared and confused.</title>
    <published>2006-06-20T20:47:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-20T20:47:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Of this new lj view.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:and_roo:109353</id>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-05-15T11:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-15T15:15:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-15T15:15:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lol, Jesse your sister is sitting across from me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:and_roo:109085</id>
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    <title>Don't doubt my spaceship piloting skills.</title>
    <published>2006-05-11T12:08:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-11T12:16:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dearest Alex, thank you for your drunk dial last night, but I can understand the importance of the question proposed.  You guys were wondering how many spaceships I could fly at once, someone suggested that I could fly two at one time, though you thought that I could fly only one.  Well, here's your answer:  four.   That's right, four.  Since spaceships are commonly controlled by switches, you can throw the switch on four spaceships, at the same time, and steer each with a hand or foot.  So, there's your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the invite and if you'd party on a not Wednesday, instead perhaps on a Friday or Saturday, I'd totally hit you guys up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  Oh and congrats to Clint for making the Kessel Run in under 12 parasecs, quite the accomplishment my friend, happy bday and shit.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:and_roo:108876</id>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-05-01T14:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T18:43:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T18:43:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I bought Oblivion yesterday, I fear that this is the beginning of the end of my life.  That's pretty cool I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this guy across from me would take his earrings out.  That'd make me happy.  They make him look stupid.  I may *be* stupid, but at least I don't look stupid amirite?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season to get married, apparently.  Cody Meece getting married in less than two weeks, Cara Anderson the week after and I'm getting married when pigs fly and Jesse Mays isn't gay (ever).  I miss Jesse.  All you people and your happy significant others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is right around the corner.  I'm buying my plane ticket to Japan this evening too (WOOOOOOOOOO), that trip is going to rule so hard (with an iron fist).  I may take some of you losers for a ride in my mech warrior when I get back and if you're lucky, you can pet my pokemon.  I know you girls are just dying to pet my pokemon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm done with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end retarded.</content>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-04-18T10:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-18T14:47:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-18T14:47:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Every day is a step towards my death, today happens to be a leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world we live in just amazes me sometimes, I love how one thing can be said, but the meaning could be one of a number of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, life is grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint draws pretty cool dinosaurs, if that T-rex was on a shirt, I'd probably wear that shirt and possibly rip it off in public, to mimic the T-rex way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I had a shot this weekend called a "Wookie Rage".  It's Butter Schnapps and Crown, the best part is sitting at the bar, arms in the air, making Wookie noises before you shoot it.  That's good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slippy!  That's the name of the frog in Starfox.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:and_roo:108469</id>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-04-14T07:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-14T12:03:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-14T12:03:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Nothing like drinking hard and getting up to be at work at 7am.  I had this shot of tequila last night that tasted like cigar ash, I don't like tequila.  I do, however, like drunk dialing people that I probably shouldn't be drunk dialing.  This girl that I've been talking to only recently, is a prime example of someone I probably shouldn't have drunk dialed, because now she *knows* I'm retarded.  I didn't want to confirm her suspicions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, whatever, work.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:and_roo:108162</id>
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    <title>The gradual ascent to the climax we call, death.</title>
    <published>2006-04-13T13:07:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-13T13:13:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">22 today, being 21 was cool, 22 doesn't feel cool.  I need to weld my doors shut and climb through the window, since that's the hip new thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's Andy doing for his birthday?" is the hot question across America right now, I'll go ahead and let you in on the secret since I don't like any of you and you don't matter so much.  I'm going to drink, go to work hung over tomorrow and drink again tomorrow night.  This drinking might spill on over into the weekend nights as well.  One could only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you people.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:and_roo:108024</id>
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    <title>It is him, he is found.</title>
    <published>2006-04-11T15:50:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-11T15:50:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, the other day I was jamming at the gas pump, getting reamed by the gallon, but jamming none the less, when this car blaring the worst rap ever pulls up on the other side.  I look over, of course, and see this skinny white guy thugging it out.  I smirk, which is my typical response to that, but the short series of events that followed will forever change my life.  This awesomely cool guy *climbs* out of his car, because he is far too cool for any door and its primitive hinges.  I'm watching his whole struggle as his car window gives birth to his wriggling body.  He plants both feet on the ground and shoots a look at me, I laugh.  I can't stop laughing.  With a scowl he yanks the gas pump from the stand and growls, with the authority of a thousand kings, "I'm getting the GOOD STUFF!".  I laugh harder, replace my pump and drive home, laughing the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam, the blow was delivered, the words were spoken.  It was established, he is the raging-est of raging douche-bags on the planet.  He wins, he simply wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my story.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:and_roo:107318</id>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-03-24T08:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-24T13:32:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-25T06:53:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, this is weird.  Tonight I'm going to hang out with Ashley Pennington, whom I don't think I've ever held a real conversation with.  Will be cool to catch up with someone from High School.  So anyway, that will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm going to Cleveland next weekend with my friend from work.  I hate Cleveland, but I do enjoy free beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Jesse Mays um, let's do something.  Drive on...oh wait, hahaha you fail at having a working vehicle.  For a moment after I typed that I thought I should delete it so that God wouldn't decide to smite down my car for making fun of you, but I'm going to leave it and assume God has a sense of humor, I mean c'mon.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:and_roo:106779</id>
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    <title>Life without a can opener.</title>
    <published>2006-03-14T01:53:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-14T01:53:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/Voltron2200/Picture007.jpg"&gt;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/Voltron2200/Picture007.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet taste of victory.</content>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-02-28T10:49:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-28T15:52:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-28T15:52:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love my job and I'm very thankful for it, but it's making me hate people.  So, if I'm making X money I develop X hate for people.  If I start making more money (X^2), will I start hating people more (X^2)?  I'm thinking that if I make X^2 money that I'll just != care about people.  I'm ok with this, stuff &amp;gt; most people anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading one of the best books ever, I'll update later with detail.</content>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-02-26T20:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-27T01:39:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-28T15:44:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I kind of did what I said I was going to do this weekend, except my oil was never changed.  I ended up going to a party in Oxford last night at this bar called the "Smokin' Ox" or something like that.  It's next to Pedro's, or the building that used to be Pedro's.  I really don't like Mexican food anyways, so, if Pedro's is indeed closed, I'm ok with that.  Anyway, I got a little durnk, but not too much.  It really was fun.  Ended up throwing down some Whitecastles afterwards and crashed at my buddy's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wrote a good portion of my Anthropology midterm this weekend too, go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a pretty alright weekend.  I'm going to check out this Irish pub in Mason next weekend, I heard it's pretty sweet.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also just cut myself shaving, blood running down my chin.  I'm getting good at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut2feel.</content>
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    <title>Daily discovery:</title>
    <published>2006-02-24T15:00:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-24T16:12:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Raisin Bran is the only cereal, that I can think of, that sinks in milk instead of floats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about.</content>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-02-24T07:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-24T13:11:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-24T13:11:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is anyone else sick of this cold weather, or do you all have a sick fetish for clattering teeth and dry skin?  If you do, hit up the cell, we'll talk, you sound hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's finally Friday, the end of another week that was much like the week I had last week.  I'm starting to wonder if I'm entering the "grind" of my life.  The part where I work for XX years and only walk away with a monthly retirement check, a wife (maybe) and some kids (also depending on the wife thing).  I think I'd rather do what I want to do, a novel idea huh?  Do what you actually *want* to do with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so slow the past few days here at work.  *knock on wood*  It's nice to an extent, it allows me to do things like...update my lj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my oil changed this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original plan was to do nothing since all I've done for the past sinceIcanremember weekends is spend money and drink, which are one in the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's right, I have my Anthropology midterm paper to write, so it looks like I will be drinking this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss some of you people, some.</content>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-02-16T14:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-16T19:31:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-16T19:31:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To do:  In no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Start writing my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Write that movie with Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*College is ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Certifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Figure out women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Figure out that I'm never going to figure anything about women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Take up dangerous hobbies when I fail at all of the above.</content>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-01-20T07:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-20T12:36:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-20T12:36:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I bought an XBOX 360 last night.  Yes.</content>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-01-16T12:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-16T17:33:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-16T17:33:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I think I'm going to Canada to drink and gamble for Spring Break.  I could legally drink and gamble in the US, but throwing down pocket kings when a king comes up on the boat, reeling in my winnings in bacon, sounds more appealing.  eh?</content>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-01-15T00:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-15T05:22:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-15T05:24:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tonight I was at the hick-est hick bar ever.  Total hicks, all of them, in the middle of Nowhere, Indiana.  T'was fun though.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and country music still sucks, even if it's forever loud.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:and_roo:102523</id>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-01-08T09:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-08T14:21:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-08T14:21:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I bought an iPod Nano yesterday, it seems to have taken control of my body, allowing me to only download as much music as I can to appease it's never-ending appetite for media.  I love it, I can say.</content>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2006-01-01T09:18:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-01T14:22:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-01T14:22:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It would seem that my brain shot it's mouth off to my stomach and they got into a fight.  There are bits and pieces of recent history, namely last night, that seem to be missing.  The night started off at Mac and Jo's in Oxford.  Party there, lots of drinking with a ton of people I didn't know.  I knew like, two people there.  It was fun anyway, started buying rounds for people, that's good.  I got home at like 11:15ish where I met Megan and we got all kinds of messed up on top of my already "brain leaking into my shoes" state and we watched the new Willy Wonka movie.  I do not kid when I say that watching that movie like that is just, I can't even describe the emotion.  It's like Willy Wonka was extracting my soul from my body and I was watching the whole thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'd like to wish Clint and Alex a happy Easter as well.  Clint showed up on my caller ID with Alex on the other end so you both get credit for the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome 2006.</content>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2005-12-20T08:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-20T13:18:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-20T13:21:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy Birthday Joey K, you block-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're 22 now, too old to be cool to drink.  This is now the point in your life where you pick up more serious addictions and when you do drink, it's only because you're sad and want to forget about your problems.  Welcome to real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3  Andy.</content>
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    <title>An interesting turn of events...</title>
    <published>2005-12-15T15:57:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-15T17:51:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For those of you who know what's going on with my "girl" situation, she called me today.  =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, though, I'm still hesitant.  She has some figuring out to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have family coming in this weekend, it's going to be nice to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had our department Christmas party, it was cool.  Drinking and such with co-workers at Dave and Busters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***THE MOST IMPORTANT THING YOU'LL READ TODAY***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if the world should ever fall to zombies, I know that I would need to use only one 'Continue' to wipe out the zombie population with a shotgun.  I would require the help of Joe, assuming that he doesn't steal all the extra lives next time so that I wouldn't have had to use that continue anyway.  At any rate, it's nice to know that I'm prepared for a zombie invasion.  So all you scared ladies, particularly the hot ones, get behind me and stay as close as you'd like, I'll protect you.  /flex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Reality based off of 'House of the Dead 3', real-time zombie invasion combat training simulation-</content>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2005-12-14T10:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-14T15:29:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I done said you he dead.</content>
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    <title>and_roo @ 2005-12-13T10:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-13T15:36:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So I'm thinking about going to Winterfest this Friday, it should be cool, if you like Christmas stuff.  Family coming in for the holidays this weekend as well, should be fun.  Going to play some football on Saturday morning with some guys at work, nothing like getting into fights with co-workers, then coming into work on Monday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, things have pretty much sucked for the past month, but I'm going to have a good time this weekend, hopefully I can start the good times this week.  Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that emo stuff, stupid emo kids and their sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I took my java exam yesterday.  My prof should have just handed me my exam, pulled out a gun and shot me in the face.  In the end, the result will be the same, but I could have avoided two hours of staring at a packet.  I swear I have adult ADD, I was all focused until I sat down with that exam in front of me, then *wham-o*, a song stuck in my head.  I couldn't do anything but tap my feet, I have no internal music self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided yesterday that things would be easier if I were Megaman, or at least had a suit that gave me Megaman-like abilities.  I mean really, what's anyone going to do to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing Zelda:  The Windwaker for almost a year now, off and on of course.  I need to just sit down and beat it.  heh...</content>
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