<?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-6863689257464346217</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:35:13.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The angry blogger</title><subtitle type='html'>Rants from a student at the University of Alabama</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-7575267224643551748</id><published>2009-07-20T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:27:04.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling of the insomniac</title><content type='html'>I want a white husky. I really want to go on a cruize. I want to learn how to ballroom dance. I want a girl to dance with. Is life really this complicated, or so simple that we over think it? Why does everyone have to grow up? Why do we grow apart? Can we ever achieve nirvana? Why do people think religion makes you a good person instead of being a good person making you a good person. Girls who play video games are hott. I want to go fishing. I miss football. Goo goo dolls is good music. The rose family are good people, better yet the best people. The older you get the more you find out how much people really care about you. God she makes me smile. Friends I feel i have lost: kris brockman, brennan hallows, alex thomas, jeremey allen, jake woodruff, justin tuft, seth cummings, jeremey hall, guy mecham, shayne bonner, skyler street, skyler bamgartener, matt stone, cami richards, aubri salazar and taylor woodruff. Girls I want to say sorry to: sarah joe, sarah ritchie, lauren brown, and mack freeman. I need to hangout with my cousin dj and my uncle jordan, how could I not realize how important they are to me. I didnt appreciate heather like i should have. Jordan is one of the toughest girls i know. I think i like tuki more than he likes me. Russell and chandler are amazing, most people dont get one best friend they can lean on at anytime, i have two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-7575267224643551748?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/7575267224643551748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=7575267224643551748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/7575267224643551748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/7575267224643551748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2009/07/rambling-of-insomniac.html' title='rambling of the insomniac'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-2295343193014772757</id><published>2009-07-12T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:31:46.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask and you wont recieve</title><content type='html'>Greed is something everyone struggles with, some people like me want endless amounts of money and power, others want to feel loved by everyone, some want world peace. No matter what it is that you want, its still greedy, i cant take everyone's money without being greedy just like someone cant make everyone love them without being greedy. Even the idea of world peace is greedy, some people pride themselves on war victories (america) and others feel like it is part of their religion to battle (middle east). So now that i have shown that want=greed I am going to get to my real point. When you ask for a favor or for someone to do something they will only do it if it will benefit themselves. Like,  "hey big muscle man dont punch me in the face!", if he really wants to he will anyway and if he doesnt punch you its not because you asked him not to, its because you made him think about what he is doing and  he doesnt want to go to jail or get in trouble with his mom. Either way its for him, not for you. Asking nicely will never get you what you want. Either you should convince them that THEY would be happier doing what you want, or force them. So ask and you probably wont recieve, carry a gun and you will. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-2295343193014772757?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/2295343193014772757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=2295343193014772757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/2295343193014772757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/2295343193014772757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2009/07/ask-and-you-wont-recieve.html' title='Ask and you wont recieve'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-798572901512687200</id><published>2009-06-27T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:56:06.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back in ttown</title><content type='html'>I came back wednesday to ttown to visit my old roommate. We are about to watch across the universe, sounds shitty i know, but it all good. Chandler thinks that is funny too. I am going to do a running diary of this shit-ass movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok two things pop out to me right off the bat why I would hate a movie like this, 1: its the beatles  2: they sing throughout the entire thing, no dialogue just singing...really thats it. musicals suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:21- movie is starting, starts out with a guy sitting on a beach singing....are you fucking kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:24- cool switch from a 60's prom to a underground club, setting up two seperate couples. the underground chick looks like a crack whore. the 60's girl looks pretty good, maybe we will get to see her naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30-underground guy is leaving britain to go to america, just leaves his gf, she actually thinks he is going to stay faithful, we will see how well that works out. 60's prom guy is going to war , so that relationship has a good chance of working too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:32- weird football scene with the players doing balet and slow motion flips over each other, the writer obviously has watched alot of football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:36-guy apparently went to america to meet his dad that didnt know he was born, dads an asshole, if the kid wouldnt have started out singing on the beach i might feel bad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:40- katie's fav part of the movie is where they pretend to smoke weed, but then after a flip the character jude in america coughs out smoke. this is a magic movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:43- girl whos bf is in the military gets a letter and instead of opening it she sings about it for like 3 minutes. as she is playing basketball she is singing about it, there were over 10 players on the court too, they should have just left sports out of this movie., doing math and singing about the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:51- jude is starting to dig the military guys gf in college. early prediction is looking really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:55- military bf is dead, chandler noticed that they sent sergeants to the door to tell the family, if it was real they would send officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:59- black guy loses his son in the detroit city bombings, pretty cool song after, come together by the beatles, but they sing it blues style.  hookers!!!!! dad walks aimlessly throughout the city and people dance and sing come together as he walks. more hookers!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:09- jude's american friend gets a draft notice, he catches it on fire. then girl with dead bf bitches to jude about her bf being dead, you can tell he just wants to get some. he could honestly care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:14- i win, both relationships failed. she mourned her bfs loss for about two weeks. they wake up naked in the bed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:15- best friend goes to the military to get his physical, 3 minutes of guys in thier underwear ill never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:28- weird sex scene on an inflatable bed, they are on acid so everything is acid washed. makes drugs look fun, i wonder where all their money comes from to do all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:32- weird carnival scene, i just yawned for the 5th time this movie started. its not awful, its just boring. Maybe if i were a bigger beatles fan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:51-we quit the movie, because it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe sometimes you can judge a book, or in this case a movie by its cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-798572901512687200?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/798572901512687200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=798572901512687200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/798572901512687200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/798572901512687200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-in-ttown.html' title='back in ttown'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-5723388713740834740</id><published>2009-06-20T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:36:05.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been Awhile</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in about a year, true I only started this blog for my english class but still. Today is a good day to post because I am yet again faced with a decision on where I'm going to live. Its a hard decision because nothing stays the same, as soon as I think I have a place figured out people change things up on me. Sometimes its for the good and it makes me miss my other home and other times its bad and it makes me want to leave. This time I think I need to worry less about the people in both homes and instead worry about finishing school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-5723388713740834740?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/5723388713740834740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=5723388713740834740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/5723388713740834740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/5723388713740834740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been Awhile'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-7679303266327775974</id><published>2008-05-06T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:04:30.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was a little kid when my dad would leave the house I would say goodbye and get corrected and told it was only see you later.  I think the reason for this is goodbye's are sad, where as see ya laters didn't hurt quite as bad. As I have grown up though there has been more and more times where a simple see you later wouldn't work, because that would have been lie. All growing up is is learning about yourself and knowing who you are enough so when you do have to say good bye you can carry on without them. I have had to say good bye to both my parents so you would think it would start to get easier. I had to do it again with most of my friends back in Utah, I will see some again but for the most part we will have grown so far apart that its almost as if we are strangers. The most recent time for me to say goodbye was today, I finished school for the semester and moved out of Paty, and on my way out I said see ya later to everybody because I knew we would both be back next year.  My roommate helped my take all my stuff down to my car and when I left him he said well goodbye man, I knew the proper response was just to say goodbye because he wouldn't be coming back next year. I couldn't though, throughout this year he was just about the only person I could trust and I was just going to never see him again? So I corrected him, and told him it was just a see you later. Now whether thats true or not I will find out, but it made me feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-7679303266327775974?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/7679303266327775974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=7679303266327775974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/7679303266327775974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/7679303266327775974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2008/05/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-5458570573233366798</id><published>2008-05-06T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:49:11.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Paty?</title><content type='html'>I left Paty today for what I hope to be my last time. When I was driving away all the memories I had from Paty were running through my head and I started to wonder if I would actually miss the old building others considered their home. Almost Immediately I got my answer in an immediate hell no. The happiest thing about being done with my first year of school isnt that I wont have to take another test or go to another class all summer, its that I wont ever have to sleep on those beds made of plastic again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-5458570573233366798?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/5458570573233366798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=5458570573233366798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/5458570573233366798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/5458570573233366798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2008/05/miss-paty.html' title='Miss Paty?'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-6078788785280115817</id><published>2008-05-06T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:45:17.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning up</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I started the grueling process of packing up my stuff and cleaning my room so I would be ready to check out of Paty. I was reading over the checklist they gave me for what all we needed to do before we could leave and one was vacuum. That wouldn't have been a problem except for the fact that Paty has a strict 24/7 quiet hour policy going on for finals. So just to vacuum my room I had to get my RA and have him watch as I vacuumed my room so I wouldn't get into trouble.  That just seems a little rediculous to me, and it also just another example of how horrible it is to live in the Paty Projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-6078788785280115817?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/6078788785280115817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=6078788785280115817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/6078788785280115817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/6078788785280115817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2008/05/cleaning-up.html' title='Cleaning up'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-2606310421974080116</id><published>2008-05-06T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:40:02.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skateboarding</title><content type='html'>I found out yesterday that it is illegal to do skateboard tricks on campus. A friend of mine was threatened to get SNAM'ed if he didn't stop showing us how much better he had gotten immediately.  The officer proceeded to tell us that it is legal to ride your skateboard as a transportation device but not to do tricks do to the fact that if you were hurt doing tricks on campus you could sue the school. I wonder if you could also sue the school if you were just riding your skateboard around and was injured. I could use some extra money...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-2606310421974080116?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/2606310421974080116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=2606310421974080116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/2606310421974080116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/2606310421974080116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2008/05/skateboarding.html' title='Skateboarding'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-3694683046712880804</id><published>2008-05-03T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:54:53.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawfish Boil</title><content type='html'>The Schaefer Eye Center Crawfish Boil happens every year in Birmingham and is always a good time.  Its a huge concert with quite a few big stars that wouldn't normally be there together and probably the most craw fish you will ever see in your entire life.  This years cast included Fergie, 3 Doors Down, Gavin DeGraw, seether, t-pain, and a few other great bands.  This one is over now but I would definitely encourage you to go to next years if you love good music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-3694683046712880804?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/3694683046712880804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=3694683046712880804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/3694683046712880804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/3694683046712880804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2008/05/crawfish-boil.html' title='Crawfish Boil'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-150593231814767052</id><published>2008-05-03T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:39:39.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childs play</title><content type='html'>A few friends and I went to the local chuck e cheese this weekend. Go ahead and laugh it up but we had a reason behind it.  We don't enjoy over-priced pizza that tastes like cardboard or the creepy  massive robotic mouse thats in the building. We also didn't go for all those wonderfully spoiled children running around with slobber and cake smeared all over their faces. We went for one reason, the video games.  Tuscaloosa doesn't have one arcade in it besides the one inside chuck e cheese. Think about the amount of money that could be made by opening up an arcade for the older kids and young adults to go to.  In fact don't think about it, its my idea, and Im dropping out of college to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-150593231814767052?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/150593231814767052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=150593231814767052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/150593231814767052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/150593231814767052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2008/05/childs-play.html' title='Childs play'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-3496152765760708365</id><published>2008-05-03T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:32:42.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evil empire?</title><content type='html'>I just found out that a new wallmart just got approved in my hometown in Heber City Utah.  While nice things like always low prices and the more options that wallmart provides are nice, it is going to put our local grocery store out of business.  This is horrible news because I am really good friends with the owner of that local store. In years past my hometown always voted against a new wallmart being built but it looks like a combination of move-ins who dont value the small town feel as much as others and sell-outs have voted to have my friends business to be run out of town by wallmart. My logo would be a smily face too if i knew i could go into any town and take it over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-3496152765760708365?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/3496152765760708365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=3496152765760708365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/3496152765760708365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/3496152765760708365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2008/05/evil-empire.html' title='evil empire?'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-2274595375969744848</id><published>2008-04-28T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:11:11.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking is against the law</title><content type='html'>Why has the university of alabama decided that it wants to be so strict on parking?  We all pay to go to school here so why cant we drive to class and be able to park near our buildings. The parking passes are expensive and they give you the right to park in a little areas around where you live that is always filled up. Only certain colors of parking passes can park at the rec center, why is that? Shouldn't the rec center parking lot be available to everyone who pays tuition and who has paid for the over priced parking passes?  I know next year im not buying a pass, I am just going to use other peoples cards to get out of the parking deck and do my part to keep my money away from the university. Sell your stupid buses and let me park where I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-2274595375969744848?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/2274595375969744848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=2274595375969744848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/2274595375969744848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/2274595375969744848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2008/04/parking-is-against-law.html' title='Parking is against the law'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-1568996554827548674</id><published>2008-04-28T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:05:24.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallet vs. Paty</title><content type='html'>Once you find out you live in the paty projects you find out quickly that your expected to hate the mallet kids. There reasoning is that the kids are weird and should be avoided.  The same is taught to the mallet kids about the people who live in Paty.  Throughout the year there have been numerous fights between the two buildings this year and not one of them should have happened.  There really isn't much difference between the two, they both like to sit out front and smoke cigarettes and they both attend the same school.  But because they live across the street your supposed to hate them.  Another fight happened today that could have been avoided and I just wonder what started this hate between the two buildings, and what can we do to stop it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-1568996554827548674?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/1568996554827548674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=1568996554827548674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/1568996554827548674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/1568996554827548674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2008/04/mallet-vs-paty.html' title='Mallet vs. Paty'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-465310811293582517</id><published>2008-04-28T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:56:14.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art at the ferg</title><content type='html'>The art gallery at the fergeson center really got to me as im sure it did to everyone else.  I think sometimes we get to comfortable with our surroundings and don't realize that you can never take safty for granted.  I never knew that there were so many people who have been sexually abused. I have never been very interested in art at all, but after seeing that and having it almost bring me to tears I think I will at least go check out the art gallery whenever I am in the Ferg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-465310811293582517?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/465310811293582517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=465310811293582517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/465310811293582517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/465310811293582517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2008/04/art-at-ferg.html' title='Art at the ferg'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-1400208938626194330</id><published>2008-04-15T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T03:34:51.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-day</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday  I attended our annual A-day game along with 78,199 other people. This was less that last year which packed out the entire stadium at 93,000 and had to turn away thousands of others. Even still we had almost three times as many people as the cow college had at their game and more than anyone else has ever had in a spring game except for us. Plenty of schools have a hard time getting that many people in their stadium for a game, much less a scrimmage. I wonder what makes football so much more important here than in other places. Is it really just because we don't have stuff to do here?  I think it has everything to do with pride. We hear often enough how people down south talk slow and think even slower, and how we don't have as nice of stuff as the yankees do. Football was/is a chance for us to be dominate, and show our worth and superiority.  Maybe its a little silly that our pride and joy is a sport, or maybe all that matters is that we have something to be proud of no matter what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-1400208938626194330?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/1400208938626194330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=1400208938626194330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/1400208938626194330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/1400208938626194330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2008/04/day.html' title='A-day'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-1722653652439779208</id><published>2008-04-14T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:43:55.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lai Lai's</title><content type='html'>I go to this restaurant called Lai Lai's about once a week. Going that often has earned me the status of "regular."  I have become really good friends with Lisa, the owner there. She was telling me that they made more than 50% of their income just during football season. When you think about that its pretty impressive. That also shows how important football is to this town. ESPN may joke that we are too serious about our football down in the south, but I would hate to see what would happen to Lai Lai's if we weren't so passionate about football in Tuscaloosa. Sorry about the rant, but I just wish that people would try and look at all sides of an issue before they try and make light of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-1722653652439779208?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/1722653652439779208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=1722653652439779208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/1722653652439779208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/1722653652439779208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2008/04/lai-lais.html' title='Lai Lai&apos;s'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863689257464346217.post-3894295691677539637</id><published>2008-02-18T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T02:46:45.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite place on campus</title><content type='html'>I was thinking the other day that no matter where i have lived i have always had a place where i could go and just relax and think.  In Utah I had this spot on top of a big hill that overlooked the city I lived in and I would just drive up there.  When I came to the university of Alabama i was stuck in the Paty dorms, aka the Paty Projects.  In my one room the size of a small walk in closet i have two beds two desks one fridge and microwave combo and one sink. I can lay on my bed and reach the other one with my hand.  With this in mind it is easy to understand how it would be hard to have some privacy and be able to think without someone always in your room right next to you.  So I had two options, go insane or find a place of solitude.  I chose the latter and quickly discovered that even the "soundproof" study rooms weren't very peaceful and that Paty had earned its reputation for a reason.  One day I woke up from another uncomfortable night of sleep which was disturbed several times by my roommate's snoring and stumbled my way into the community shower.  I was upset and tired but once I got under the warm water from the shower I instantly started to relax and my muscles started to relax.  I probably stayed in that shower for 20 minutes and when I came out I was fully refreshed and rejuvenated. Thats when I realized that I had found my new spot, the wonderful Paty Projects community shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863689257464346217-3894295691677539637?l=sipsey37.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/feeds/3894295691677539637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863689257464346217&amp;postID=3894295691677539637' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/3894295691677539637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863689257464346217/posts/default/3894295691677539637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipsey37.blogspot.com/2008/02/favorite-place-on-campus.html' title='Favorite place on campus'/><author><name>Pat Hann Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164359265641093339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k-Vt_iA0R-U/R4-oiyZxh3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SgCQ6Td6MxM/S220/n714791398_84386_8060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
