<?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-7587312593825497732</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:28:19.793-08:00</updated><category term='Start'/><category term='summer'/><category term='how i met your mother'/><category term='NYU'/><category term='barney stinson'/><category term='Neil patrick harris'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='visit'/><category term='high school friends'/><title type='text'>College tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673927790850103501</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587312593825497732.post-3032371642437763716</id><published>2009-01-23T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:26:27.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><title type='text'>for grandma</title><content type='html'>So im on twitter now, http://twitter.com/sirzerty&lt;br /&gt;im mostly looking to find an alternative to facebook via twitter+blogging&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went back home on Tuesday this week after classes because my grandma is now in hospice due to recently discovered cancer growing near her liver. So the whole family on her side is here saying their goodbyes and me and my brother are just trying to make things easier on my mom, who is already freaking out over trying to stay calm over grandma, feeding 25 people, and cleaning even though we tried to tell her that we would handle everything. The nurses say she doesn't have too long left. She got to see all her family this week and I think it was a blessing because if it had happened suddenly she wouldn't have been able to see them all. I didn't know too much about my grandma but we got everyone telling stories about her, the top ones being that she used to date a rich man in Germany who owned a castle and was very kind and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23qprGqhIXQ/SXrCRruol5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/KtEMEibdj8c/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; visibility: visible ! important;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23qprGqhIXQ/SXrCRruol5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/KtEMEibdj8c/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294757920979326866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;apparently one hell of a person to know. We just got into the good part of that story before people started to branch off and head back to the hotel but i'll try to get pictures posted.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother backed up all our best family photos using a scanner and saved them. Once we photoshop them and blow them up they should look quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;I know my grandma doesn't have too much longer on this earth, but she isn't in pain and she has been smiling a lot more than she used to when she didn't live with us, I'm just sad we couldn't have moved her back sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not the actual castle, im still looking for a picture of  it, if all else fails i'll call in a favor from my pen-pal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   On the bright side her alzheimers seems totally gone, she remembers everyone and is glad they came all the way here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587312593825497732-3032371642437763716?l=joelstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/feeds/3032371642437763716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587312593825497732&amp;postID=3032371642437763716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/3032371642437763716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/3032371642437763716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-grandma.html' title='for grandma'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673927790850103501</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_23qprGqhIXQ/SXrCRruol5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/KtEMEibdj8c/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587312593825497732.post-4100748642412704320</id><published>2008-09-30T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:48:52.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Figure you life out!</title><content type='html'>So I decided to become a Veterinarian. Not an easy task, but it's going to be cheaper than medical school X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to start karate club this week hopefully, It actually only costs half of what I thought it did.&lt;br /&gt;:D yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff i can do :D (well for the most part, similar style)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qH309YwzxsY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about the escrima sticks, is that you can use a ball-point pen to disarm somebody.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587312593825497732-4100748642412704320?l=joelstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/feeds/4100748642412704320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587312593825497732&amp;postID=4100748642412704320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/4100748642412704320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/4100748642412704320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/2008/09/figure-you-life-out.html' title='Figure you life out!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673927790850103501</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-7587312593825497732.post-3362687871113785742</id><published>2008-09-28T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:45:44.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework marathon X_X</title><content type='html'>I finally caught up on It's always sunny in Philadelphia, and now I want to move there and open a bar. Fantasies aside, I spent most of the day doing homework and listening to hella old music...when I say hella old I'm speaking of Gregorian chant old. It really sucks, although the middle ages aren't nearly as bad music wise...&lt;br /&gt;So, I am thinking about switching my major...again...on the other hand it would suck to peruse a career i don't really want.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~SEGWAY~~~~&lt;br /&gt;So, I always wondered why colleges don't allow you to spend a day with a researcher or mathematician, artist or whatever you wanted to learn, just to get a feel for what you would be getting into, because I thought I could go into biology and just start doing genetics without all the dissection and boring and mostly useless stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;If I were to switch, it would be to history, but if that failed I'd just join the coast gaurd or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should have stuck with the original plan, film school, but I have no connections in Hollywood and so I would have to work what little creativity I have left into years of cinematography before I even get a poorly paying job as an lighting assistant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587312593825497732-3362687871113785742?l=joelstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/feeds/3362687871113785742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587312593825497732&amp;postID=3362687871113785742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/3362687871113785742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/3362687871113785742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/2008/09/homework-marathon-xx.html' title='Homework marathon X_X'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673927790850103501</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-7587312593825497732.post-1198583217805021920</id><published>2008-09-27T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:48:02.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in pain</title><content type='html'>My arms are still hurting like crazy, I can't even open doors X_X&lt;br /&gt;Im amazed because I was doing a ton of lifting for work all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I started watching It's always sunny in Philadelphia today, and I'm officially re-addicted to the show. I also have an overwhelming urge to open up a bar with my friends, and get into crazy antics.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should just buy the DvDs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We had the best week ever in English class, the teacher turned over the class to a group of students that were supposed to do a one day presentation, but the discussion was soo epic, that it took 3 days. So the teacher spent the class time sitting with the students just observing, it had to do with freedom of speech, our group got sexuality in media and society. I'm not sure if the discussion will be as lengthy but it should be pretty interesting. Most people just had one opinion that was mostly locked in from the start, hopefully we can make people change their minds...not really sure which way yet, but It's kind of the objective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587312593825497732-1198583217805021920?l=joelstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/feeds/1198583217805021920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587312593825497732&amp;postID=1198583217805021920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/1198583217805021920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/1198583217805021920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-in-pain.html' title='Still in pain'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673927790850103501</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-7587312593825497732.post-6231238459461793329</id><published>2008-09-26T00:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:33:55.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory! and Gatorade?</title><content type='html'>I finally got around to customizing my ring tones for my phone, It takes a bit longer to do custom, because I don't use pre-made ones from those shady sites. Mostly because I don't want spam, and I hate having to give out my number.&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways, so far my default ring tone is this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdmq5NpOP5E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdmq5NpOP5E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of doing video game music as a theme, but I might mix it up with sappy love songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I attended a wind symphony that took half an hour to get to there and back, but it only lasted 25 minutes X_X, it was just done by students, and it wasn't anything great. I don't think im going back anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Im 100% sure now that I want to join the Hapkido club, but it's going to cost an arm and a leg :/   $90 startup and $60 a month after that &gt;_&lt;   I should have gotten a better paying job over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I finally got my Gatorade today, it will come in handy because I am being dragged to go work out after classes tomorrow, but it has to be done. Speaking of work, I stopped doing 3d animation, and flash so I might get back into that once I can find the discs to the programs :D&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do too much with the 3d animation because models take forever to build, and the best animation was of a spaceship flying through some kinda nebula, I have the test recording up on youtube (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BWTor_z5tJo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BWTor_z5tJo&lt;/a&gt;) , but I lost the full one when my comp crashed. The model isn't mine, but the animations are :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I can't wait for Star Trek XI, and Cloverfeild wasn't as bad as people said, so it could be epic.&lt;br /&gt;well the roomate is trying to sleep so I better let him...updates on more useless info tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587312593825497732-6231238459461793329?l=joelstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/feeds/6231238459461793329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587312593825497732&amp;postID=6231238459461793329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/6231238459461793329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/6231238459461793329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/2008/09/victory-and-gatorade.html' title='Victory! and Gatorade?'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673927790850103501</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-7587312593825497732.post-7147728111311911505</id><published>2008-09-25T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:29:53.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arms turned into buttery noodles</title><content type='html'>Hard to type, arms can't reach keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;  Well I got to workout yesterday, but I'm paying for it today X_X&lt;br /&gt;I tried to dissect a starfish, but the shaky hands made for a few bad cuts...needless to say im not a surgeon, but the aching arms didn't help things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Still reading up on the election, so far I haven't really heard anything bad about McCain other than he's old, and I've heard nothing but bad things about Obama, so I hope to remedy that before I vote. I wouldn't want a person who simply slings mud better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587312593825497732-7147728111311911505?l=joelstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/feeds/7147728111311911505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587312593825497732&amp;postID=7147728111311911505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/7147728111311911505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/7147728111311911505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/2008/09/arms-turned-into-buttery-noodles.html' title='Arms turned into buttery noodles'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673927790850103501</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-7587312593825497732.post-1385525400573360660</id><published>2008-09-24T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:41:28.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The attempted trip to the rec</title><content type='html'>Well I woke up today wanting to work out, since it was 7am at the time, I thought I'd put it off till like noon. Noon came around, I got all ready to go and on my way out I figured I'd hit up the Gatorade machine. Aparently it doesn't accept $5 dollar bills, so I ran back up to my room 5 flights up to get some quarters, It doesn't accept quarters either. I thought the machine in Douglas hall did, so I jogged there, nope...then I ran to the rec...not there either. So went over to the quick-e-mart and looked for some there, but it was expensive as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aparently my plans half failed and half worked, running around looking for gatorade in the hot sun all day is a good workout! But you don't look like a crazy person if you're on a treadmill. I'll finish the quest for Gatorade and a decent workout later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;I got to the rec, john came with and we ended up turning my arms into noodles.&lt;br /&gt;after heavy lifting and curls I hit the treadmil finally!&lt;br /&gt;it was legendary....but I never got my gatorade.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587312593825497732-1385525400573360660?l=joelstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/feeds/1385525400573360660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587312593825497732&amp;postID=1385525400573360660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/1385525400573360660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/1385525400573360660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/2008/09/attempted-trip-to-rec.html' title='The attempted trip to the rec'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673927790850103501</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-7587312593825497732.post-8659949123594960595</id><published>2008-09-23T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:08:08.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes and such</title><content type='html'>Since completely nailing my Bios test, I decided I can start doing things other than studying for a bit. I got to see my nephew finally over the weekend! he's pretty damn cool for someone who is not even 2 weeks old, I mean damn they grow fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Im going to join the karate club eventually, gotta start learning all the damn terms in Korean before I can get my yellow belt. I have to attend a classical concert for my music class, I hope it's good ,but im not wagering anything on it. X_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587312593825497732-8659949123594960595?l=joelstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/feeds/8659949123594960595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587312593825497732&amp;postID=8659949123594960595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/8659949123594960595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/8659949123594960595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/2008/09/classes-and-such.html' title='Classes and such'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673927790850103501</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-7587312593825497732.post-7303846478142679286</id><published>2008-08-22T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:56:50.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Stop No Girl Action</title><content type='html'>I moved into my dorm room yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I already broke my phone, now i have no alarm clock X_X&lt;br /&gt;NOoooOooOo! Im already starving cause none of the cafeterias are open yet :(&lt;br /&gt;had to eat taco bell for brunch/dinner (one giant meal to suffice the day)&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll get pizza or something later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my room+roomates rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587312593825497732-7303846478142679286?l=joelstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/feeds/7303846478142679286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587312593825497732&amp;postID=7303846478142679286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/7303846478142679286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/7303846478142679286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/2008/08/non-stop-no-girl-action.html' title='Non-Stop No Girl Action'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673927790850103501</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-7587312593825497732.post-6423229423737157570</id><published>2008-08-18T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:56:12.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23qprGqhIXQ/SKpgSG8U31I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aQfXpALwTg0/s1600-h/leadfarmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23qprGqhIXQ/SKpgSG8U31I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aQfXpALwTg0/s320/leadfarmer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236103380989173586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I went to see Tropic Thunder...it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;so i made a pic to commemorate it.&lt;br /&gt;the closest thing i did to exercise this week was swimming, and I pretty much just floated around.&lt;br /&gt;I found out "Devil's alley" was based on a RDJ movie called wonder boys, it was pretty good (alan tudyk was in it too!), and I got to see iron man and spider man in bed together lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my drivers license!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587312593825497732-6423229423737157570?l=joelstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/feeds/6423229423737157570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587312593825497732&amp;postID=6423229423737157570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/6423229423737157570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/6423229423737157570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-while-x.html' title='it&apos;s been a while :X'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673927790850103501</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_23qprGqhIXQ/SKpgSG8U31I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aQfXpALwTg0/s72-c/leadfarmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587312593825497732.post-5455683464171571064</id><published>2008-08-10T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:09:34.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy day</title><content type='html'>didn't do anything today.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 10am, played final fantasy 12 until around 3ish, not really sure I fell asleep playing it.&lt;br /&gt;did about a dozen pushups and watched a movie (I think it was called '21'). started blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot I have some good books to read.&lt;br /&gt;Reading: Terry Pratchett's Reaper Man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587312593825497732-5455683464171571064?l=joelstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/feeds/5455683464171571064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587312593825497732&amp;postID=5455683464171571064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/5455683464171571064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/5455683464171571064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/2008/08/lazy-day.html' title='lazy day'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673927790850103501</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-7587312593825497732.post-6712437032121697018</id><published>2008-08-08T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:57:27.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school friends'/><title type='text'>Steak and shake</title><content type='html'>A few friends and I went to steak and shake tonight just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;Earl had a friend visiting from NYU so we all went out to steak and shake, nothing says vacation like a over-priced early teen hangout.&lt;br /&gt;after fighting our way past the "teeny boppers" (Stupid girls of ages 12-15 who squeal and giggle so much that not even Satan is willing to drag them back to hell) we decided to push some tables together and order some shakes, around 30 mins after we ordered we finally got our shakes. Normally I would think this would be a hella long time, but I didn't mind because I knew some other people there that used to go to high school with me. We got to talk about our summers and movies that came out.  It was pretty damn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (or rather in like 10 hours later today) im going to go see pinapple express, I hope it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: it sucked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587312593825497732-6712437032121697018?l=joelstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/feeds/6712437032121697018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587312593825497732&amp;postID=6712437032121697018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/6712437032121697018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/6712437032121697018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/2008/08/steak-and-shake-skanks.html' title='Steak and shake'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673927790850103501</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-7587312593825497732.post-3108347179152683629</id><published>2008-08-07T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:07:04.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how i met your mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil patrick harris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barney stinson'/><title type='text'>Hi, have you met Joel?</title><content type='html'>Inspired by the character Barney Stinson, played by Neil Patrick Harris, on the show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;, I will be starting a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Although I've never been a good writer I have not published much of the stuff I have written, I have decided to start blogging. Hopefully it goes well.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587312593825497732-3108347179152683629?l=joelstales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/feeds/3108347179152683629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587312593825497732&amp;postID=3108347179152683629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/3108347179152683629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587312593825497732/posts/default/3108347179152683629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelstales.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-have-you-met-joel.html' title='Hi, have you met Joel?'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05673927790850103501</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>
