<?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-7204523496145342100</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:34:52.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooster Confessionals</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-7792828929103201237</id><published>2010-04-22T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T05:06:34.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell dude...</title><content type='html'>Its 4:38am and I can't sleep.  I've tried to sleep but have only been successful at waking up about 4 times already.  I have no idea why I came out to the mac and write a blog this early in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have some Pedro the Lion to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably write more on this before it starts to not be cool anymore.  Before something new comes out.  Maybe the next thing will be a program that reads exactly what your thinking. Captures it and posts it on the interweb! Seems kinda scary to think about.  Mine would be about me asking the same hundred questions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whens the next tattoo?"&lt;br /&gt;"What is she doing right now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Does she even think about me?"&lt;br /&gt;"What am I going to eat in the next 5 mins?"&lt;br /&gt;"What do I want to do tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;"What is she doing tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a lot of the questions are still about the same girl that I've been pining over for years now.  Can't just leave it at that.  No matter how hard I try I can't stop thinking about her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead. You can say it.  I already know I'm an idiot.  But heres how I look at it.  I'll try to break it down for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've liked her ever since we met, when she started dating a friend of mine and I didn't think that she had any interest in me. (Even though later on I found out that she did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After getting divorced from my wife, she was the first person I thought of to want to be with. (I never thought of other girls when I was married. lets get that straight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A year ago after finally telling her how I felt about her (finally) I was walking on clouds.  That was the day of Heffers and Gray's wedding.  Man that could have been the happiest days of my life. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres more but I don't want to get all into it.  What do you think?  I've had more than enough people tell me to drop it.  Get over it. Move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Blah. Blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just too hard for me to.  Every time a band comes on, a romantic movie, and sometimes when I see something she might like I think about her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I'm an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I didn't plan on writing about her.  Sorry.  Lets change the subject shall we.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm shoot,  I had some really cool things to talk about, but now I think about them and they just sound dumb. Haha.  Guess waking up my brain was working over time. Plus a lack of sleep might be what makes my mind scream at me to come and write these things down.  I used to keep a notepad by me when I went to sleep.  That way when I would wake up I could write the things down and come back to them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.  I promise that the next post that I do will be cheerful.  Maybe some pictures of the finished tattoos that I've had since the last pictures I took.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it real. Be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-7792828929103201237?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/7792828929103201237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=7792828929103201237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7792828929103201237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7792828929103201237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-hell-dude.html' title='What the hell dude...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-7265733201231360384</id><published>2010-02-01T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:26:20.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey partner!</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile, not really sure where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eT_VU30oI/AAAAAAAAHBs/DGtjPAzxnLk/s1600-h/60081144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eT_VU30oI/AAAAAAAAHBs/DGtjPAzxnLk/s400/60081144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433474191711523458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the newest on me at the moment . Un-finished but still beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eWozdfLAI/AAAAAAAAHCE/WIlymdFOz3U/s1600-h/FxCam_1264443649853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eWozdfLAI/AAAAAAAAHCE/WIlymdFOz3U/s400/FxCam_1264443649853.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433477103198612482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$60 Sunday. Eagle fighting a snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eWcAVZuHI/AAAAAAAAHB8/6wda8PNrpZU/s1600-h/FxCam_1262020377480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eWcAVZuHI/AAAAAAAAHB8/6wda8PNrpZU/s400/FxCam_1262020377480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433476883316062322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$60 Sunday. All seeing eye. I don't know what you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eWMFZqcII/AAAAAAAAHB0/rbDhYdjXNbk/s1600-h/FxCam_1259690628444_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eWMFZqcII/AAAAAAAAHB0/rbDhYdjXNbk/s400/FxCam_1259690628444_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433476609798205570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$60 Sunday Owl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos is doing an awesome job of covering me up.  I just wish I had more money to throw at him so I can get tons of stuff done faster.  I guess the last time we all spoke I've gotten three other tattoo's and one half finished.  Still waiting for the right moment to get my Boba Fett praying hands done.  I need to think of a good place to put it.  Maybe on the top of my arm and on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eYwGZaeXI/AAAAAAAAHCM/MUWft1JYtHQ/s1600-h/IMG_2419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eYwGZaeXI/AAAAAAAAHCM/MUWft1JYtHQ/s400/IMG_2419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433479427564140914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eY_Vo56PI/AAAAAAAAHCU/x4xkF72Cw8o/s1600-h/IMG_2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eY_Vo56PI/AAAAAAAAHCU/x4xkF72Cw8o/s400/IMG_2287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433479689353685234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eZWbnV0WI/AAAAAAAAHCc/C-zPnZ2WeJA/s1600-h/IMG_2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eZWbnV0WI/AAAAAAAAHCc/C-zPnZ2WeJA/s400/IMG_2248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433480086094729570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really good to have Aaron back.  I love hanging out with him.  I've got to do it as much as I can.  Who really knows when the wind is going to blow in and take him away to a far away land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really craving music lately.  I can't get enough of it.  I want to go to more shows. See new bands and really take the music in.  Scream the words at the top of my lungs and go away not caring if I can talk the next day.  Help me find shows to go to I beg you.  Even if I go alone thats fine. More music for my ears I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what else to write at the moment.  I kinda want to write words that keep coming into my head, but they are unfinished lines to songs or poems.  Seems like all I want in life are endings for thoughts, feelings, poems, lyrics, and well everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep in touch a little better.  Till then catch you working towards the sunset and onto the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-7265733201231360384?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/7265733201231360384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=7265733201231360384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7265733201231360384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7265733201231360384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-partner.html' title='Hey partner!'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S2eT_VU30oI/AAAAAAAAHBs/DGtjPAzxnLk/s72-c/60081144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-7192983885123421707</id><published>2009-04-30T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:18:29.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From my mouth to the paper... or er... online</title><content type='html'>I haven't talked on this for awhile. Sorry if you wait to &lt;br /&gt;hear something and I don't get on very much.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... where am I at?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working like usual.  I wish the economy was better cause &lt;br /&gt;I would be out there searching for something with better &lt;br /&gt;pay thats for sure.  I don't know if many of you know but &lt;br /&gt;I've been living at Aaron's pop's house.  its pretty chill here, &lt;br /&gt;plus he is never home and when he is he is working on papers.  &lt;br /&gt;I started color on my chest almost two weeks ago.  &lt;br /&gt;I go in May 4th and hope to be done with it.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm already thinking of what I want next.  I told Darcy that &lt;br /&gt;I won't be showing her the chest one all colored. Or any other &lt;br /&gt;ones for that matter.  I'm thinking of getting anchors on my &lt;br /&gt;fore arms.  On the other side of the other tattoos.  One will say &lt;br /&gt;Hope, and the other Faith.  Then I can tell people that I named &lt;br /&gt;my arms Hope and Faith... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since talking to Darcy I've been seeing some changes, and I hope&lt;br /&gt;others have also.  I've been praying more. A lot more actually.&lt;br /&gt;I keep a note pad by my bed with my daily prayers written down.&lt;br /&gt;I like it.  I can't wait to actually look back on it in a year from now to see&lt;br /&gt;what has changed.  Hopefully a lot.  God willing.  A lot of what I pray &lt;br /&gt;for is guidance and patience.  I feel completely awed by how God has &lt;br /&gt;allowed me to see the difference in my life as of late.  I've been happy. &lt;br /&gt;Really happy.  I'm seeing God's beauty in everything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to grow my beard and hair out for a year... I know scary huh?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be that guy on a bike who scares little children. haha.  I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;I know that growing my hair out will be the toughest for me.  Beard not so &lt;br /&gt;much.  I can trim the mustache and under lip pretty easy so it doesn't look&lt;br /&gt;too bad.  Hair is already losing the black that I put over the lighter color.&lt;br /&gt;And I think it might be dying... i don't know though, I'm not a hair &lt;br /&gt;specialist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nich, Jacob, Jeffrey and I are gonna start a band.  Hoping to be a folk/punk&lt;br /&gt;sound.  I've got to write lyrics ASAP, but now I only really write about my&lt;br /&gt;current relationship status... haha.  I really am super seriously liking Darcy&lt;br /&gt;a lot.  She is great.  I wish you guys knew her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats a lot from me.  Hope you guys enjoyed that as much as I did writing it...&lt;br /&gt;ok I didn't enjoy it that much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me.  If you'd like me to pray for you then send me a message and I will&lt;br /&gt;totally pray for you if I'm not already doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight.  peace out homies and home girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-7192983885123421707?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/7192983885123421707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=7192983885123421707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7192983885123421707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7192983885123421707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-my-mouth-to-paper-or-er-online.html' title='From my mouth to the paper... or er... online'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-1094660640422894864</id><published>2009-04-09T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:50:30.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This came on my radio on the way to work.</title><content type='html'>All my life,&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard,&lt;br /&gt;but I was afraid to walk alone,&lt;br /&gt;Midnight came when we were kids,&lt;br /&gt;You were afraid so I walked with you,&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs till the night was almost gone,&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands,&lt;br /&gt;Only letting go when you were nearly home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side by side,&lt;br /&gt;We face the sun,&lt;br /&gt;The anchor of all men in love,&lt;br /&gt;You will be the only one,&lt;br /&gt;When everything is said and done,&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what it makes of you,&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to walk alone,&lt;br /&gt;Baby scream when they are bored,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not afraid of passing on,&lt;br /&gt;Sing me songs,&lt;br /&gt;For my time has almost come,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll let you know when I am nearly home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side by side,&lt;br /&gt;We face the sun,&lt;br /&gt;The anchor of all men in love,&lt;br /&gt;You will be the only one,&lt;br /&gt;When everything is said and done,&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New frontiers - Passing on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-1094660640422894864?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/1094660640422894864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=1094660640422894864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1094660640422894864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1094660640422894864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-came-on-my-radio-on-way-to-work.html' title='This came on my radio on the way to work.'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-7501307546648860890</id><published>2009-04-09T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:33:28.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I grew my beard out like this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/Sd4G9Hgo9wI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/rpops3ahUjY/s1600-h/IMG00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/Sd4G9Hgo9wI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/rpops3ahUjY/s400/IMG00052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322699456656242434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you guys still talk to me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like it... Well not the emo picture, &lt;br /&gt;but the beard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-7501307546648860890?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/7501307546648860890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=7501307546648860890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7501307546648860890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7501307546648860890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-grew-my-beard-out-like-this.html' title='If I grew my beard out like this...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/Sd4G9Hgo9wI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/rpops3ahUjY/s72-c/IMG00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-205497289065070594</id><published>2009-03-15T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:04:54.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahahahahahaha</title><content type='html'>So there you have them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really written about anyone... &lt;br /&gt;well maybe the last one... but who cares right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things could be easier you think I would be &lt;br /&gt;happier? Probably not.  I would still be in a &lt;br /&gt;funk.  No end to the loneliness around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I can give my heart to everyone I see, &lt;br /&gt;but how many pieces could I get in return?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how I freaking feel sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know what your thinking... well some of you anyways...&lt;br /&gt;I know God is here for me.  I pray to him before I fall asleep at&lt;br /&gt;night.  I ask him to fill the void and repair my heart.  Sometimes the&lt;br /&gt;scent, touch/embrace, and love of another is what I feel like I'm missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could freeze my heart I would.  &lt;br /&gt;Turn into a Zombie I would.&lt;br /&gt;Be a robot? Hell yeah! &lt;br /&gt;I can't do or be any of those things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-205497289065070594?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/205497289065070594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=205497289065070594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/205497289065070594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/205497289065070594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahahahahahahaha.html' title='Hahahahahahahaha'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-6410199132828670426</id><published>2009-03-15T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:57:41.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I smelled her hair, a mixture of smoke, &lt;br /&gt;hairspray and fresh shampoo. It brought up &lt;br /&gt;feelings of warmth and it felt just right. &lt;br /&gt;Like a day filled with dark clouds and &lt;br /&gt;a light sprinkling of rain. I held her closer &lt;br /&gt;to me just in case I woke up to find her &lt;br /&gt;not really here at all. Just a dream inside &lt;br /&gt;a dream. But it turned out to be real and &lt;br /&gt;she felt so right in my arms. So right. &lt;br /&gt;She asked me what I wanted? &lt;br /&gt;I whispered to her nothing and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing and everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-6410199132828670426?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/6410199132828670426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=6410199132828670426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6410199132828670426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6410199132828670426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-smelled-her-hair-mixture-of-smoke.html' title=''/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-5495863425836703489</id><published>2009-03-15T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:55:46.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I second guess the things that &lt;br /&gt;you say? I just told me the truth and &lt;br /&gt;I twisted it into something else. &lt;br /&gt;Something more sinister. &lt;br /&gt;Something more hazardous. &lt;br /&gt;Something so gawdawful it hurts &lt;br /&gt;every fiber of my being. &lt;br /&gt;Crush my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-5495863425836703489?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/5495863425836703489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=5495863425836703489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5495863425836703489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5495863425836703489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-i-second-guess-things-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-627099474204939545</id><published>2009-03-15T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:53:38.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night as you left my house I stood &lt;br /&gt;out on the sidewalk and listened. It was &lt;br /&gt;1230 am. No cars in sight. Just the street &lt;br /&gt;lights, rustling of leaves, the moon, and me... &lt;br /&gt;the sound of a train was the only thing I could &lt;br /&gt;hear in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was peaceful and all I could think of was am &lt;br /&gt;I doing the right thing? Is this the way things &lt;br /&gt;should be? I'm happy where I'm at, but why &lt;br /&gt;do I ask these questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason that your in my life. There's a &lt;br /&gt;reason we care for each other. So why the &lt;br /&gt;stupid questions? Why the uncertainty? Its the &lt;br /&gt;way of human nature. Its my flaws shining &lt;br /&gt;through my plate of armor.  Flaws that cannot &lt;br /&gt;break me or break us. I will stand strong as long&lt;br /&gt; as God's by my side. He is on our side. &lt;br /&gt;Good or bad. He's always got my back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-627099474204939545?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/627099474204939545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=627099474204939545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/627099474204939545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/627099474204939545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-night-as-you-left-my-house-i-stood.html' title=''/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-487062011704267130</id><published>2009-03-15T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:51:29.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I walked down the street far away from the house&lt;br /&gt;that brought chaos and heartbreak in the short &lt;br /&gt;amount of time we lived there. I can still smell &lt;br /&gt;you there. Your smell is in the couches, blankets, &lt;br /&gt;and even my very own clothes. I can't get away &lt;br /&gt;from you unless I burn the house down. &lt;br /&gt;I walk away from the house... naked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-487062011704267130?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/487062011704267130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=487062011704267130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/487062011704267130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/487062011704267130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-walked-down-street-far-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-1211565819002432289</id><published>2009-03-15T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:49:58.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah hey long time no blog</title><content type='html'>Hey there stranger. How have you been? &lt;br /&gt;Good? cool man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to myself quite a bit.  Its cool though cause I never get into arguments&lt;br /&gt;with myself.  I am ALWAYS right. Will always be right. And that will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a shit load of stuff that I've written in the past MIA days.  They will be &lt;br /&gt;posted soon after this has been posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the language above.  I just don't care right now to change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-1211565819002432289?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/1211565819002432289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=1211565819002432289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1211565819002432289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1211565819002432289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-hey-long-time-no-blog.html' title='Yeah hey long time no blog'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-2679685033283663910</id><published>2009-01-25T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:56:55.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARRRRGGGHHHH</title><content type='html'>Its nights like these when my feet are cold, my body is all sore and my bed is cold that I realize I'm left here all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note....  Electric blanket is on and its calling me to bed.  See you in the morning sunshine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-2679685033283663910?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/2679685033283663910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=2679685033283663910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2679685033283663910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2679685033283663910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2009/01/arrrrggghhhh.html' title='ARRRRGGGHHHH'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-5514087686876708788</id><published>2009-01-19T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:37:34.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few words</title><content type='html'>Just a few words that I written down for the hell of it.  Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed by me on the road. &lt;br /&gt;Her red little car was a flash as she drove by. &lt;br /&gt;I can't recall the make or the model, but I &lt;br /&gt;remember her face. It was just a small glimpse &lt;br /&gt;as she passed right on by, but at that moment &lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to try. Think, think, think. Is there &lt;br /&gt;any way I could get her to notice me. I could &lt;br /&gt;stand out on my lawn everyday hoping she would &lt;br /&gt;realize that I was there. I would get up the nerve &lt;br /&gt;to wave to her if she looked my way. Just a glimpse &lt;br /&gt;is all I would need to kick start the girl in her red &lt;br /&gt;car of unknown make and model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the first time that you punched &lt;br /&gt;me in the arm for saying you had a crooked smile. &lt;br /&gt;I remembered our first night how everything felt right as &lt;br /&gt;I reached out and grabbed your hand and looked over at &lt;br /&gt;your perfect smile. I thought about the doubt that left &lt;br /&gt;me that last night as nightmares became a part of reality. &lt;br /&gt;I sit here wondering if time could stand still or will &lt;br /&gt;I always be that person you held so high above everything &lt;br /&gt;else or will it all fade away in time. I don't know where this &lt;br /&gt;is going but I wish to hell the feelings would leave and &lt;br /&gt;I would be bigger than the empty shell of a man who &lt;br /&gt;once knew what love was and what it means to love &lt;br /&gt;another back. To be a kid again and not think silly &lt;br /&gt;thoughts or think about the actions of another stupid adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-5514087686876708788?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/5514087686876708788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=5514087686876708788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5514087686876708788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5514087686876708788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-few-words.html' title='Just a few words'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-5447157724712981626</id><published>2009-01-06T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:37:31.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my freakin life...</title><content type='html'>Boy meets girl, girl teases boy, &lt;br /&gt;boy looks for something to destroy. &lt;br /&gt;He's into her, she's onto him, &lt;br /&gt;and that's the way it's always been. &lt;br /&gt;She'll be with you if you want her to, &lt;br /&gt;unless she finds out that you do. &lt;br /&gt;Then somehow she won't want to be, &lt;br /&gt;it turns around so suddenly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like yeah, but she's all no, &lt;br /&gt;and I'm all come on baby, let's go, &lt;br /&gt;and she's like I don't think so, &lt;br /&gt;and I'm going... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search for love and happiness turns&lt;br /&gt;out to be a game of chess. &lt;br /&gt;You can't move or you flip the board, &lt;br /&gt;and you're lying in pieces on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like um, and she's all hey, and I'm all&lt;br /&gt;come on baby, let's play, and she's like that's&lt;br /&gt;okay, and I'm going... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I just want to say I love her madly, &lt;br /&gt;but I do it so badly, that when I do, I can't get through. &lt;br /&gt;If she even listens, she's way off in the distance. &lt;br /&gt;Success in these relationships rests more or less on&lt;br /&gt;gamesmanship, and these are ships that I can't&lt;br /&gt;board, or keep in order or afford. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like yeah, but she's like no, &lt;br /&gt;and I'm all come on baby, lets go, &lt;br /&gt;and she's like I don't think so, &lt;br /&gt;and I'm going. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going. I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this on shuffle as I left work tonight.  It really is the story of my life... And well almost every guys life I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. T. Experience...  Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-5447157724712981626?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/5447157724712981626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=5447157724712981626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5447157724712981626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5447157724712981626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-of-my-freakin-life.html' title='Story of my freakin life...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-6942413372468625997</id><published>2008-11-29T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:38:39.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way home</title><content type='html'>I received a new Tattoo Monday night.  It matches the other one on my right arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/STGZ9c0xGPI/AAAAAAAAFGw/9fnXnsVXxms/s1600-h/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/STGZ9c0xGPI/AAAAAAAAFGw/9fnXnsVXxms/s400/IMG_1383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274165919616145650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know.  I spent two days in Nevada visiting family.  There isn't really any good stories to tell you all.  We pretty much sit around all day and watch tv.  But I took some pictures with my new phone on the drive back  And heres what they look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/STGZPvQJBnI/AAAAAAAAFGo/8EubTLw7RJ8/s1600-h/1227891823482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/STGZPvQJBnI/AAAAAAAAFGo/8EubTLw7RJ8/s400/1227891823482.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274165134288815730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/STGZPZwAxjI/AAAAAAAAFGg/_mf6OjHmVEk/s1600-h/1227891471050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/STGZPZwAxjI/AAAAAAAAFGg/_mf6OjHmVEk/s400/1227891471050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274165128516912690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/STGZPPglvbI/AAAAAAAAFGY/0GtK4FW4cAM/s1600-h/1227885418215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/STGZPPglvbI/AAAAAAAAFGY/0GtK4FW4cAM/s400/1227885418215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274165125767871922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/STGZOiX3O1I/AAAAAAAAFGQ/LTv0no2FjBY/s1600-h/1227885405317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/STGZOiX3O1I/AAAAAAAAFGQ/LTv0no2FjBY/s400/1227885405317.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274165113651673938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-6942413372468625997?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/6942413372468625997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=6942413372468625997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6942413372468625997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6942413372468625997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-way-home.html' title='On the way home'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/STGZ9c0xGPI/AAAAAAAAFGw/9fnXnsVXxms/s72-c/IMG_1383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-2374537672131697152</id><published>2008-11-17T14:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:24:56.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note for you</title><content type='html'>It was no coincidence that we meet&lt;br&gt;each other that night. We were both&lt;br&gt;drenched from walking through the&lt;br&gt;rain without umbrellas.&lt;p&gt;As I ran for the overhang to get the&lt;br&gt;rain out of my eyes and to catch my&lt;br&gt;bearings. I looked over and believed&lt;br&gt;that you fell head over heels for me&lt;br&gt;as you got closer to me or maybe its&lt;br&gt;cause you slipped and fell down.&lt;p&gt;I picked you up and brushed as much&lt;br&gt;as I could of the mud and water from&lt;br&gt;your already heavy drenched clothes.&lt;p&gt;Our eyes met and we both gave awkward&lt;br&gt;smiles to each other. You picked up your&lt;br&gt;bags and walked away...&lt;p&gt;That was the last time I saw an angel fall&lt;br&gt;and disappear. I think of all the things I&lt;br&gt;could have said to keep her there. If its&lt;br&gt;meant to be then I&amp;#39;ll see her again.&lt;p&gt;-Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-2374537672131697152?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/2374537672131697152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=2374537672131697152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2374537672131697152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2374537672131697152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/11/note-for-you.html' title='A note for you'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-8166430714805024744</id><published>2008-11-01T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:21:46.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain come again!</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the first time we rode our bikes and got rained on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SQ04wx3azrI/AAAAAAAAFE0/7raa2lpCBCU/s1600-h/IMG_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SQ04wx3azrI/AAAAAAAAFE0/7raa2lpCBCU/s400/IMG_1337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263925950136635058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SQ04hhjWNjI/AAAAAAAAFEs/R5ch8ikG2Uo/s1600-h/IMG_1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SQ04hhjWNjI/AAAAAAAAFEs/R5ch8ikG2Uo/s400/IMG_1336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263925688059442738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-8166430714805024744?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/8166430714805024744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=8166430714805024744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/8166430714805024744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/8166430714805024744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/11/rain-rain-come-again.html' title='Rain, Rain come again!'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SQ04wx3azrI/AAAAAAAAFE0/7raa2lpCBCU/s72-c/IMG_1337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-1386835956439749965</id><published>2008-10-27T00:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:55:20.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its 1am and I couldn't sleep</title><content type='html'>I laid awake staring at the ceiling.&lt;br&gt;When I pray I raise my arms to you.&lt;br&gt;I wanna be closer. I want to be nearer.&lt;br&gt;I stay awake as long as I can.&lt;br&gt;I let out everything I&amp;#39;m thinking.&lt;br&gt;Make me whole. Give me peace.&lt;br&gt;Show me my errors so I can fix them.&lt;br&gt;Erase my past. Let me be fixed on the&lt;br&gt;future. I want to adore you.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll forever sing your praise.&lt;br&gt;When I&amp;#39;m lonely you&amp;#39;ll be right here&lt;br&gt;next to me. Comfort. Warm. You&amp;#39;ll never&lt;br&gt;leave my side. I am in Love with you.&lt;br&gt;You will forever love me.&lt;br&gt;Through and through.&lt;br&gt;Till the day I wake up next to you.&lt;p&gt;This might not mean squat to you. But&lt;br&gt;this was written @ 1am in the morning.&lt;br&gt;I wake up in 5 hours. I love God for&lt;br&gt;All he&amp;#39;s done for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-1386835956439749965?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/1386835956439749965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=1386835956439749965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1386835956439749965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1386835956439749965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-1am-and-i-couldnt-sleep.html' title='Its 1am and I couldn&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-2334769164934469448</id><published>2008-10-26T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:05:36.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I wanna do is...</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m sitting @ Katy&amp;#39;s place with Sara&lt;br&gt;in between us. Katy is writing a blog&lt;br&gt;as I type this on my phone.  Sara was&lt;br&gt;eating some smelly chips.&lt;p&gt;I went to a club Friday for Kelsey&amp;#39;s 21st&lt;br&gt;bday. It was different.  I sat on the&lt;br&gt;sidelines for pretty much the whole time&lt;br&gt;watching the girls dance and run away&lt;br&gt;from the occasional guy drifting over to&lt;br&gt;dance with whoever would show interest&lt;br&gt;in them.  I danced for like 3 minutes. That&amp;#39;s all.&lt;p&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t do anything till around 5pm tonight.&lt;br&gt;Nicole, Katy, Mark, Jessica and I went to wing&lt;br&gt;stop for some din din.  After that Nikki, Kate&lt;br&gt;and I went to victoria gardens for some&lt;br&gt;shopping that didn&amp;#39;t work out well for anyone.&lt;p&gt;Received an email from my real mother. I will post my thoughts on that &lt;br&gt;later.&lt;p&gt;Anyways its been real. Stay Gold Pony boy.&lt;p&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-2334769164934469448?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/2334769164934469448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=2334769164934469448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2334769164934469448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2334769164934469448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-i-wanna-do-is.html' title='All I wanna do is...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-7902200801775131057</id><published>2008-10-23T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:49:36.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with twotonenicole</title><content type='html'>Nicole Guthrey: Oh my gosh.!&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: Hmm?&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Change your status&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: NOW!&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: Haha no way!&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: You just made me think of you naked!&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Corre&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: Haha&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: Awesome!&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: CHANGE IT&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: Haha I don&amp;#39;t want to now&lt;br&gt;  -------------------------------- 8:28 pm &lt;br&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Dude&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: You&amp;#39;re gonna make everyone think of you naked!&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: That&amp;#39;s ok. Naughty people&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Naughty YOu&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: You wrote that&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: Haha&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: And it says fun fact I hate seeing myself naked&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: What image do you get in your head&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: And then&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: You bring your weiner into it&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: Should I just say Fact?&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: CORRE&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: CHANGE IT!&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Oh my gosh!&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: I hate you&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Dang you corre&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Btw I misspelled wiener&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Twice&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: See...you screwed up my brain&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Gotta shower and flat iron my hair for my hair cut &lt;br&gt;tomorrow! :) yay! Be back in a bit&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: K&lt;br&gt;  -------------------------------- 9:18 pm &lt;br&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Alright&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: I&amp;#39;m back&lt;br&gt;  ------------------------------- 10:01 pm &lt;br&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: Sorry&lt;br&gt;  ------------------------------- 10:03 pm &lt;br&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: Im here&lt;br&gt;  ------------------------------- 10:05 pm &lt;br&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Its cool&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Stupid status popped up again&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: Haha&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: I love it&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Hate you&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: No&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Alright...I don&amp;#39;t :)&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: See&lt;br&gt;Nicole Guthrey: Hah&lt;p&gt;This was all over my status on AIM.&lt;p&gt;Fun fact: I hate seeing myself naked. Have you ever seen a weiner? G to &lt;br&gt;the R to the O to the double S&lt;p&gt;Sorry Nikki but I was having a big laugh at this last night.&lt;br&gt;-Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-7902200801775131057?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/7902200801775131057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=7902200801775131057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7902200801775131057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7902200801775131057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/10/conversation-with-twotonenicole.html' title='Conversation with twotonenicole'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-6021063470142548182</id><published>2008-10-19T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:31:31.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with David Brown</title><content type='html'>This is why God put awesome people in my life.&lt;p&gt;David Brown: Meh, dont let it get to ya.  Leave your heart in God&amp;#39;s &lt;br&gt;hands.  If its God&amp;#39;s will, you have nothing to worry about...If it&amp;#39;s not &lt;br&gt;God&amp;#39;s will...you can&amp;#39;t argue with God...&lt;br&gt;David Brown: God punches hard.&lt;br&gt;David Brown: and it&amp;#39;s usually in the balls&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: Thanks dude&lt;br&gt;hardxcorre: I needed that&lt;p&gt;I need that good hard punch in the balls God.  Please do it when I&amp;#39;m not &lt;br&gt;looking.&lt;br&gt;-Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-6021063470142548182?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/6021063470142548182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=6021063470142548182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6021063470142548182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6021063470142548182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/10/conversation-with-david-brown.html' title='Conversation with David Brown'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-8694460261816878680</id><published>2008-10-19T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:52:10.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So i kinda hope...</title><content type='html'>you guys weren't hanging out with me cause of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SPvWIeTH69I/AAAAAAAAE9c/ve-zVREz68I/s1600-h/Photo+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SPvWIeTH69I/AAAAAAAAE9c/ve-zVREz68I/s400/Photo+142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259032430945758162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-8694460261816878680?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/8694460261816878680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=8694460261816878680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/8694460261816878680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/8694460261816878680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-kinda-hope.html' title='So i kinda hope...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SPvWIeTH69I/AAAAAAAAE9c/ve-zVREz68I/s72-c/Photo+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-6008654700865670680</id><published>2008-10-17T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:14:56.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet action</title><content type='html'>I spent sometime on my own tonight. It seems like its been a long time coming. I slept for 2 hours after work, rode my bike to chipotle. Had an amazing bite. Rode to crossroads. Rode to Starbucks where I enjoyed a venti green tea. Saw kels and Eve. Rode home. Had an amazing talk with the Big Man. And now I get to sit and cool off outside under the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God amazes me more and more everyday. I'm praying that I get to experience his hand everyday for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for my bike, legs in which to ride said bike, friends who care that I have time off, hanging out, sleep, time with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Gold Pony Boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-6008654700865670680?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/6008654700865670680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=6008654700865670680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6008654700865670680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6008654700865670680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-action.html' title='Sweet action'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-1953334161838672182</id><published>2008-10-17T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:17:38.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to get away...</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve got this feeling of just getting out&lt;br&gt;tonight and riding for a long while.  I&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t even know where to begin or end.&lt;br&gt;Any where would be great.&lt;p&gt;I even think a bike ride to the beach would be just what I need.&lt;p&gt;Solo. By myself. Alone. With no distractions.&lt;p&gt;I want to see where the wind and God will take me.&lt;p&gt;Some place far if I&amp;#39;m really lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-1953334161838672182?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/1953334161838672182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=1953334161838672182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1953334161838672182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1953334161838672182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/10/want-to-get-away.html' title='Want to get away...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-5947479533272698797</id><published>2008-10-12T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:18:01.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the view from my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SPJbeTdSNnI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/xY1gPYjV9BQ/s1600-h/IMG00185-781436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SPJbeTdSNnI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/xY1gPYjV9BQ/s320/IMG00185-781436.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256364291272095346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Seeing this and knowing&lt;br&gt;all the things that God has in&lt;br&gt;store for me.&lt;p&gt;I still sit here and wonder about mundane&lt;br&gt;things in my life that I can&amp;#39;t just leave&lt;br&gt;up to him.  All the possibilities that are&lt;br&gt;out there if I just ask and let him tell me what&amp;#39;s up.&lt;p&gt;Its cool and breezy and the ocean is beautiful&lt;br&gt;yet scary.&lt;br&gt;-Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-5947479533272698797?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/5947479533272698797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=5947479533272698797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5947479533272698797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5947479533272698797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-view-from-my-eyes.html' title='This is the view from my eyes'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SPJbeTdSNnI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/xY1gPYjV9BQ/s72-c/IMG00185-781436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-5682058654759645346</id><published>2008-10-09T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:42:49.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bought the boys donuts today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SO4YaY1ON1I/AAAAAAAAE5I/d-nOw_9AnBY/s1600-h/IMG00184-769093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SO4YaY1ON1I/AAAAAAAAE5I/d-nOw_9AnBY/s320/IMG00184-769093.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255164656809293650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sorry guys. I thought this would be funny to twitter and get their hopes &lt;br&gt;up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-5682058654759645346?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/5682058654759645346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=5682058654759645346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5682058654759645346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5682058654759645346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-bought-boys-donuts-today.html' title='I bought the boys donuts today!'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SO4YaY1ON1I/AAAAAAAAE5I/d-nOw_9AnBY/s72-c/IMG00184-769093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-575996494991072245</id><published>2008-10-08T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:22:38.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life couldn't be better...</title><content type='html'>I had the chance to see Katy in Burbank on Tuesday night.  It was quite a drive, but well worth it if you ask me.  We hung out and had some dinner (which I didn't finish all the way), had some yogurt and went back to her hotel and watched some boring tv, until we started talking about everything. From some crazy copying game where I was the ultimate loser I left and got ready for my hour drive home.  But with my window rolled all the way down and my stereo on shuffle I happened to make it home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning and it felt like my throat was a little closed up.  I'm blaming it on the ride there and back from all the singing. Also worship tonight didn't help it any.  I must have downed two raspberry ice teas from dennys in like five seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really slow bike ride tonight thanks to Kelsey and Cami.  Too slow if you ask me.   I might have to take the lead the next time they come along with me... or leave them eating my dust.  I saw Tony drive past us and flash his hazards.  I also received this right outside my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SO2sLuvrMVI/AAAAAAAAE5A/K15AtYxGk0k/s1600-h/IMG_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SO2sLuvrMVI/AAAAAAAAE5A/K15AtYxGk0k/s400/IMG_1177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255045657737769298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it had something to do with me getting a new crusier wheel and placing it on my bike and then coming down my hill and slaming on the brakes as hard as I can to "see" what would happen.  All I got was the battle scar and the sweet smell of burnt rubber.  I also almost hit the back of my truck...  Freaking sweet dude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention that upon slamming on the pedals and almost hitting my truck I dropped the S bomb?  Yeah it went like this OOOHHHHHH SHHHHHIIIIIIIIZZZZZ. but with Ts at the end and not Zs.  Oh and I was laughing from the moment I got up to the moment Dom and his girlfriend walked out the front door looking around wondering why it smelled like burnt rubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna end with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Miller is pretty awesome for a chick.  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night interweb world and all you kiddies out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-575996494991072245?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/575996494991072245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=575996494991072245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/575996494991072245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/575996494991072245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-couldnt-be-better.html' title='Life couldn&apos;t be better...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SO2sLuvrMVI/AAAAAAAAE5A/K15AtYxGk0k/s72-c/IMG_1177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-1056336585097049114</id><published>2008-10-07T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:38:12.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot hot hot </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SOvItDp6R8I/AAAAAAAAE44/0yWBODRJ4EY/s1600-h/IMG00182-792283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SOvItDp6R8I/AAAAAAAAE44/0yWBODRJ4EY/s320/IMG00182-792283.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254514066658576322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was so hot outside when I went to lunch&lt;br&gt;that I had to put on the first glove that I&lt;br&gt;could find in my car... thank you glove&lt;br&gt;for keeping third degree burns off my hands.&lt;p&gt;Your awesome and pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-1056336585097049114?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/1056336585097049114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=1056336585097049114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1056336585097049114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1056336585097049114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/10/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot hot hot '/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SOvItDp6R8I/AAAAAAAAE44/0yWBODRJ4EY/s72-c/IMG00182-792283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-6506783425387427625</id><published>2008-10-01T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:40:20.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The two last girls in my life are gone...</title><content type='html'>I teared up when I got into my house tonight cause I knew that tonight will be the last time I see the last remaining girl in my old life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SORrEGOuJjI/AAAAAAAAExw/D8F4QqtoPqU/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SORrEGOuJjI/AAAAAAAAExw/D8F4QqtoPqU/s400/IMG_0511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252440783556847154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I really did/do love her but how would you feel loving something or someone who never loved you back.  It was like I'm just here as a person who gives food and shelter. I feel bad. Don't think for a second that I feel bad, cause man I do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, sadly enough the last chapter in my life with the last girl of old is closed. I hope someone adopts her and puts her in a place where she loves and gives them more affection than she ever gave me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-6506783425387427625?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/6506783425387427625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=6506783425387427625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6506783425387427625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6506783425387427625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-last-girls-in-my-life-are-gone.html' title='The two last girls in my life are gone...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SORrEGOuJjI/AAAAAAAAExw/D8F4QqtoPqU/s72-c/IMG_0511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-2212859446841751317</id><published>2008-09-25T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:14:29.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woke up to this</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SNucxZoZ4UI/AAAAAAAAEsA/300SdpuWB3A/s1600-h/IMG00178-769139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SNucxZoZ4UI/AAAAAAAAEsA/300SdpuWB3A/s320/IMG00178-769139.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249962163138322754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love my roommate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-2212859446841751317?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/2212859446841751317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=2212859446841751317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2212859446841751317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2212859446841751317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/09/woke-up-to-this.html' title='Woke up to this'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SNucxZoZ4UI/AAAAAAAAEsA/300SdpuWB3A/s72-c/IMG00178-769139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-6069866964171892139</id><published>2008-09-21T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:08:18.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love!</title><content type='html'>And I want her so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SNbTsk16sNI/AAAAAAAAEr4/Ew1THECScXU/s1600-h/red_stella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SNbTsk16sNI/AAAAAAAAEr4/Ew1THECScXU/s400/red_stella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248615178504417490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to take a road trip to another state and pick one up with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-6069866964171892139?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/6069866964171892139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=6069866964171892139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6069866964171892139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6069866964171892139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love!'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SNbTsk16sNI/AAAAAAAAEr4/Ew1THECScXU/s72-c/red_stella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-4221971568720589019</id><published>2008-09-16T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:15:37.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of thinking about the right things to say and the right things to do. &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of thinking of you. I need a break my mind is numb. &lt;br /&gt;I'm forever in this slump. I forgot where I was when I met you and now I know that no matter what I do I will never live my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to say that this is really over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;There might be some tears, but I will discard them once the night is through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not really being emotional right now, this was written a month or so ago. Girls... geez they really are jerks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-4221971568720589019?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/4221971568720589019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=4221971568720589019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/4221971568720589019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/4221971568720589019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/09/emo.html' title='EMO'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-7595622782645766203</id><published>2008-09-12T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:31:51.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocket Summer / Phantom Planet 9/11/08</title><content type='html'>Just got back a show with Jason (Gayson).  The people who played at the show were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Morning Light - Caught their last song, which didn't give me enough time to see if I liked them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Secret Handshake - Awful music, just awful.  The guys voice was auto tuned and we had to get a beer to calm our nerves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom Planet - Freaking awesome man.  They played a lot of good songs, they were funny, and in between a song they played a Phantom of the Opera song... freakin sweet.  They ended with that California song from the OC tv show that is thankfully OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rocket Summer - Amazing every time I see them.  Bryce has so much energy and seems like he is genuinely having a hell of a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple shows coming up that I am going to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rancid / MxPx Oct. 5th&lt;br /&gt;HelloGoodBye Nov 26th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bands that I want to see play really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozma&lt;br /&gt;The Format&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds &lt;br /&gt;Copeland&lt;br /&gt;Flogging Molly&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Giant&lt;br /&gt;Limbeck&lt;br /&gt;Weezer&lt;br /&gt;The Hives&lt;br /&gt;RedLetterEd&lt;br /&gt;John G&lt;br /&gt;Means to an End&lt;br /&gt;The Get up Kids&lt;br /&gt;Shwayze&lt;br /&gt;Underoath&lt;br /&gt;Tegan &amp; Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok... I know some of those bands are not together any more to see, but a boy can dream can't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night fellow bloggers and or weird people reading random blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and all that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-7595622782645766203?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/7595622782645766203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=7595622782645766203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7595622782645766203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7595622782645766203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/09/rocket-summer-phantom-planet-91108.html' title='Rocket Summer / Phantom Planet 9/11/08'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-7755022277445677393</id><published>2008-09-11T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:32:51.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They call me bro-seph...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SMmI9Grz8ZI/AAAAAAAAEmM/S7LIxRbjeOY/s1600-h/IMG00173-748692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SMmI9Grz8ZI/AAAAAAAAEmM/S7LIxRbjeOY/s320/IMG00173-748692.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244873824397422994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When I go to work I sometimes think of myself as a bro... I wish I could wear regular clothes to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-7755022277445677393?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/7755022277445677393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=7755022277445677393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7755022277445677393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7755022277445677393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-call-me-bro-seph.html' title='They call me bro-seph...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SMmI9Grz8ZI/AAAAAAAAEmM/S7LIxRbjeOY/s72-c/IMG00173-748692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-7075021330721180162</id><published>2008-09-08T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:25:24.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!</title><content type='html'>Theres no ugh really... just didn't know what to put as the subject.  I finally rode my bike to and from work today.  I kinda sucked. I had the wind against me on the way home which made me work harder.  I probably won't be riding any more this week until I fix some minor things on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to put on a cruiser hub though, just so I can actually use a cruiser brake instead of the hand brakes.  Dustin has it on his bike, so I'm stealing his idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I started a diet that I've been meaning to start since I've been eighteen...  I hope with exercise and eating better my gut will disappear over some time.  I weight about 185 lbs and I'd love to lose 30ish lbs.  We will see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me accountable peeps I really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Peace and all that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-7075021330721180162?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/7075021330721180162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=7075021330721180162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7075021330721180162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7075021330721180162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugh.html' title='UGH!'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-1665081428758649866</id><published>2008-08-28T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:08:41.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SLcgWHojI5I/AAAAAAAADSs/O0R8NrBQFww/s1600-h/IMG_0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SLcgWHojI5I/AAAAAAAADSs/O0R8NrBQFww/s400/IMG_0947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239692255847195538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this in our backyard.  I know cute huh?  When I came home from work it was still in the same spot.  It couldn't run away cause I think two of its legs were hurt so it just runs in circles.  I didn't know what to do whit it so I put it in a dust pan... and threw it away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can kill it on my own.  Trever once said that that he would kill them by filling up a bag of water and letting them drown, but I feel like that would be the most horrible way to go.  So he can stay in the trash away from this monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SLchTgy1xXI/AAAAAAAADS0/sBBYctzJCKM/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SLchTgy1xXI/AAAAAAAADS0/sBBYctzJCKM/s400/IMG_0511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239693310573266290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know it yet but I'm dropping her off at an animal shelter hopefully really soon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye mousy and cat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-1665081428758649866?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/1665081428758649866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=1665081428758649866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1665081428758649866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1665081428758649866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-morning.html' title='In the morning...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SLcgWHojI5I/AAAAAAAADSs/O0R8NrBQFww/s72-c/IMG_0947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-1433580378494460106</id><published>2008-08-28T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:03:47.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heads spinning...</title><content type='html'>I remember when I was first going through my divorce and I pretended that nothing was wrong for the longest time. One night while sitting at a regular church service on a regular Sunday someone started playing a worship song that I had heard a million times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except this time God poured onto me that I wasn't alone he was always with me and  would provide others to help me through whatever I was going through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that very moment I started to cry. I mean it all came out. I couldn't stop. I sobbed so bad that I sat down. After a few minutes a very good friend of mine at the time placed a hand on my head. It was like they were saying that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was ok. &lt;br /&gt;Everything was gonna get better. &lt;br /&gt;There was comfort. &lt;br /&gt;There was hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried harder and ducked out from service. Only to return from a broken man to a stronger man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the whole point of the story is that I am surrounded by friends still, but I don't feel them around. I don't have the feeling that everything will be fine. I hide away from people now. I miss what I had with all of them...  I get attached to easily. I care too much.  And I love.  I want love so badly to love again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what this all means.  I just needed to get it out there and in the open.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared. &lt;br /&gt;Say a little prayer for me. &lt;br /&gt;Keep on trucking.  &lt;br /&gt;Love all around you.  &lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the moments.  &lt;br /&gt;Cry when you can, out in the open, in front of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Praise God...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-1433580378494460106?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/1433580378494460106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=1433580378494460106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1433580378494460106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1433580378494460106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-heads-spinning.html' title='My heads spinning...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-2619422988179552107</id><published>2008-08-26T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:21:53.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I changed my hairs...</title><content type='html'>To this mighty color...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SLSeCqTJR8I/AAAAAAAADSM/t4Gckg21iVk/s1600-h/Photo+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SLSeCqTJR8I/AAAAAAAADSM/t4Gckg21iVk/s400/Photo+144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238986035090245570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-2619422988179552107?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/2619422988179552107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=2619422988179552107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2619422988179552107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2619422988179552107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-changed-my-hairs.html' title='I changed my hairs...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SLSeCqTJR8I/AAAAAAAADSM/t4Gckg21iVk/s72-c/Photo+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-1556104431165250519</id><published>2008-08-25T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:28:05.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SLRnVfu9uyI/AAAAAAAADSE/JrtoanvZANs/s1600-h/IMG00168-785496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SLRnVfu9uyI/AAAAAAAADSE/JrtoanvZANs/s320/IMG00168-785496.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238925885532125986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Always and forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-1556104431165250519?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/1556104431165250519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=1556104431165250519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1556104431165250519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1556104431165250519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-you.html' title='I love you....'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SLRnVfu9uyI/AAAAAAAADSE/JrtoanvZANs/s72-c/IMG00168-785496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-7250090074678175109</id><published>2008-08-21T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:05:38.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SK5XBx_nKxI/AAAAAAAADR8/bdb_LeccZhk/s1600-h/Zombie_Beer_Runf2nStandard.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SK5XBx_nKxI/AAAAAAAADR8/bdb_LeccZhk/s400/Zombie_Beer_Runf2nStandard.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237219104790096658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SK5W1revHrI/AAAAAAAADR0/5xu0e4GX52Q/s1600-h/Uranium__92_Protons_of_BoomfgbStandard.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SK5W1revHrI/AAAAAAAADR0/5xu0e4GX52Q/s400/Uranium__92_Protons_of_BoomfgbStandard.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237218896883162802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two newest ones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-7250090074678175109?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/7250090074678175109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=7250090074678175109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7250090074678175109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7250090074678175109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-tees.html' title='New Tees'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SK5XBx_nKxI/AAAAAAAADR8/bdb_LeccZhk/s72-c/Zombie_Beer_Runf2nStandard.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-3078987955499751082</id><published>2008-08-14T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:47:55.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd love me some dark chocolate right about now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SKRFnBTcqhI/AAAAAAAADRM/yogpGytgIK8/s1600-h/IMG00162-775983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SKRFnBTcqhI/AAAAAAAADRM/yogpGytgIK8/s320/IMG00162-775983.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234385203578579474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sent from the kick that matters most... Corre&amp;#39;s!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-3078987955499751082?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/3078987955499751082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=3078987955499751082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/3078987955499751082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/3078987955499751082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/08/id-love-me-some-dark-chocolate-right.html' title='I&apos;d love me some dark chocolate right about now...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SKRFnBTcqhI/AAAAAAAADRM/yogpGytgIK8/s72-c/IMG00162-775983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-5586495401438513724</id><published>2008-08-08T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T06:08:53.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho hum...</title><content type='html'>6am and we are sitting at a pancake house&lt;br&gt;waiting for Michael to come have his last&lt;br&gt;breakfast with us for awhile. We are going&lt;br&gt;to miss that Japo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-5586495401438513724?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/5586495401438513724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=5586495401438513724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5586495401438513724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5586495401438513724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/08/ho-hum.html' title='Ho hum...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-38633585344524368</id><published>2008-08-02T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:30:39.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I kissed a girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SJQtwQoQApI/AAAAAAAADRE/pu9bDkKY_Uc/s1600-h/IMG00155-793693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SJQtwQoQApI/AAAAAAAADRE/pu9bDkKY_Uc/s320/IMG00155-793693.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229855374404747922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t really kiss anyone...&lt;br&gt;but I did change my hair.&lt;br&gt;This is just the begining stage.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m not to sure what color to actually do.&lt;br&gt;I like red. But who knows for sure&lt;br&gt;what I will end up doing.&lt;p&gt;Maybe I will keep it the way it is.&lt;p&gt;Peace out.&lt;p&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-38633585344524368?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/38633585344524368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=38633585344524368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/38633585344524368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/38633585344524368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-kissed-girl.html' title='I kissed a girl...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SJQtwQoQApI/AAAAAAAADRE/pu9bDkKY_Uc/s72-c/IMG00155-793693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-7145630128529512774</id><published>2008-07-29T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:30:40.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stop this burning... in my freakin thighs...</title><content type='html'>Yeah my thighs are killing me.  I've been cycling a lot now.  Some places kill me still, but I'm getting better. Especially if I push myself.  If only I can get up and exercise in the morning.  I have the getting up at 6:45am thing going, but I can't get motivated enough to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I do?  What is my motivation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know to tell you the truth.  Impressing girls with a fit upper body? No not for me anyways.  I think a girl will like me regardless of my body. (well hopefully that and a lot of other things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who don't see me much.  Here is a picture of what I look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SI7GpSuogSI/AAAAAAAADQ0/QHdNwDFc06Y/s1600-h/Photo+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SI7GpSuogSI/AAAAAAAADQ0/QHdNwDFc06Y/s400/Photo+137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228334630128091426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                             Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SI7G2NgGoYI/AAAAAAAADQ8/RMWuP787Zq4/s1600-h/Photo+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SI7G2NgGoYI/AAAAAAAADQ8/RMWuP787Zq4/s400/Photo+138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228334852063273346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the shirtless picture. Divert your eyes only to the naked portion above the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm a little boy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-7145630128529512774?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/7145630128529512774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=7145630128529512774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7145630128529512774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7145630128529512774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-stop-this-burning-in-my-freakin.html' title='I can&apos;t stop this burning... in my freakin thighs...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SI7GpSuogSI/AAAAAAAADQ0/QHdNwDFc06Y/s72-c/Photo+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-4882575284844946130</id><published>2008-07-24T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:30:40.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot Shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SIlqgK_B2vI/AAAAAAAADQs/4Og8Q5LwyCQ/s1600-h/Curious_Little_Turtlerz3Standard.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SIlqgK_B2vI/AAAAAAAADQs/4Og8Q5LwyCQ/s400/Curious_Little_Turtlerz3Standard.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226825943477246706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna start posting all the Woot Shirts that I buy on my blog.  Just to kind of show you guys what horrible stuff that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres one from tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-4882575284844946130?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/4882575284844946130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=4882575284844946130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/4882575284844946130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/4882575284844946130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/07/woot-shirts.html' title='Woot Shirts'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SIlqgK_B2vI/AAAAAAAADQs/4Og8Q5LwyCQ/s72-c/Curious_Little_Turtlerz3Standard.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-4293867525782544880</id><published>2008-07-24T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:10:46.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish there were zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zombieharmony.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zombieharmony.com/img/badge.jpg" alt="I found a date through zombie harmony - one of the best free dating sites for zombies" style="border: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get all the walking dead ladies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-4293867525782544880?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/4293867525782544880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=4293867525782544880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/4293867525782544880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/4293867525782544880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wish-there-were-zombies.html' title='I wish there were zombies'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-1115159829045230231</id><published>2008-07-14T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:00:18.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh monday...</title><content type='html'>So what worse than coming into work on a Monday?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...  finding out that some fellow co-workers were caught at one time or another making out in the dark aisles of the Troy Lee Designs warehouse... &lt;br /&gt;Yeah awesome huh? Someone told me that they had walked into it last year sometime and just kind of turned around and walked as fast as they could out the warehouse... Now I just picture them making out whenever I see one of them walking around. I will never forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: &lt;br /&gt;We rode to the beach from Corona to Huntington beach. Its something like 32 miles from what I heard. It took us 4 hours. Mostly cause we had to wait behind the slower people who went.  But it was a fun time shared by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok peace and love and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-1115159829045230231?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/1115159829045230231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=1115159829045230231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1115159829045230231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1115159829045230231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-monday.html' title='Oh monday...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-9160002794986743030</id><published>2008-07-07T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:30:40.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO I WANT THIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SHMIUnY9j4I/AAAAAAAADQI/5xLSabdGbaQ/s1600-h/27jul3-boba-fett-tat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SHMIUnY9j4I/AAAAAAAADQI/5xLSabdGbaQ/s400/27jul3-boba-fett-tat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220525543316623234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I want that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-9160002794986743030?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/9160002794986743030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=9160002794986743030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/9160002794986743030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/9160002794986743030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-want-this.html' title='SO I WANT THIS!'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SHMIUnY9j4I/AAAAAAAADQI/5xLSabdGbaQ/s72-c/27jul3-boba-fett-tat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-829807387151230073</id><published>2008-07-02T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T07:50:20.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep doesn't live here no more...</title><content type='html'>You ever just lay down at night when your ready to sleep and just lay there restless and unable to sleep? You look at the clock because your sure that its been an hour since you first laid down and it only says that you've been there for 10 mins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how my night was last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing about sleeping and waking up is that there is a new song in my head every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays was Weezers Pork and Beans.  I might write out a blog for what songs I've woken up to for a month if I can remember to write them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of July is coming up.  We celebrate it still. Which is good. But do you think that there was ever a time when the British people ever celebrate how much they hated us for the day?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-829807387151230073?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/829807387151230073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=829807387151230073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/829807387151230073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/829807387151230073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleep-doesnt-live-here-no-more.html' title='Sleep doesn&apos;t live here no more...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-1146311906517606628</id><published>2008-06-30T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:30:41.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And If you don't know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SGnPv2qKbUI/AAAAAAAADQA/xqgMf9yftqM/s1600-h/l_015e450e0a9c2f657b2306c3cc75a3a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SGnPv2qKbUI/AAAAAAAADQA/xqgMf9yftqM/s320/l_015e450e0a9c2f657b2306c3cc75a3a5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217930064318590274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you Freakin know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick Ball picture at its finest...  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love and all that Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-1146311906517606628?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/1146311906517606628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=1146311906517606628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1146311906517606628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1146311906517606628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-if-you-dont-know.html' title='And If you don&apos;t know....'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SGnPv2qKbUI/AAAAAAAADQA/xqgMf9yftqM/s72-c/l_015e450e0a9c2f657b2306c3cc75a3a5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-4376194462220463941</id><published>2008-06-25T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:34:41.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HaHa</title><content type='html'>Its funny how much you start to realize things when your driving home at night listening to Valeri Lopez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream girl has changed in my head these last couple of months.  Here is a rough list of what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Loves God&lt;br /&gt;2) Sings really well&lt;br /&gt;3) Plays Guitar&lt;br /&gt;4) Uses the skills from 2 and 3 to write intimate songs for me and then sings them to me&lt;br /&gt;5) Loves almost all the same music as me&lt;br /&gt;6) Always, always hugs and is constantly ready to cuddle&lt;br /&gt;7) Never a little scared to show small public displays of affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this list can grow to be however long I need it to be.  Theres way more, but for now I will keep them tight lipped and in a safe place for now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Take everything you want or could ever need &lt;br /&gt;and leave me standing here on bended knee. &lt;br /&gt;Its complete crap that I chose not to see. &lt;br /&gt;All the plans you made of leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;Im a broken shell of a man that's hearts been dropped. &lt;br /&gt;I'll pick up the broken pieces and get a head start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take a step back from rhyming for some reason.  When I re-read it I want to be able to take a step out of my body and kick myself straight in the .....  butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom and I hope your here when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-4376194462220463941?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/4376194462220463941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=4376194462220463941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/4376194462220463941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/4376194462220463941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/06/haha.html' title='HaHa'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-7970097585078562447</id><published>2008-06-23T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:30:41.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loco pelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SGAtWF8b8vI/AAAAAAAADLc/e_sY4ha3BlI/s1600-h/IMG00137-714709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SGAtWF8b8vI/AAAAAAAADLc/e_sY4ha3BlI/s320/IMG00137-714709.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215218226071073522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SGAtXgBoAqI/AAAAAAAADLk/uUfo98ArTMM/s1600-h/IMG00138-717493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SGAtXgBoAqI/AAAAAAAADLk/uUfo98ArTMM/s320/IMG00138-717493.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215218250252026530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My work attire. Plus 80&amp;#39;s feathered hair. I hate washing my hair...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-7970097585078562447?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/7970097585078562447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=7970097585078562447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7970097585078562447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7970097585078562447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/06/loco-pelo.html' title='Loco pelo'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SGAtWF8b8vI/AAAAAAAADLc/e_sY4ha3BlI/s72-c/IMG00137-714709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-5008250849327984430</id><published>2008-06-22T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:37:44.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><content type='html'>Are really weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I remember having a lot of them by I only really remember one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about Mark and it wasn't very good.  The reason I think I had it though was because Mark's bloody alarm kept going off like 4 times this morning and waking me up every time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this s Mark sees it and turns off                &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; THE ALARM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first kickball game was today! We tied 5 to 5.  We should have won.  We even had an instant replay but got thrown out because it was "unofficial" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever though.  The HOTPANTS Rule you!  I will post the schedule for the next 5 weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Shalom, Love and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-5008250849327984430?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/5008250849327984430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=5008250849327984430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5008250849327984430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5008250849327984430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-4505887800858048740</id><published>2008-06-19T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:24:34.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at my computer and its a little past midnight.  I just got done looking at bike frames.  I have to admit that I'm kind of getting into the fixie bike scene.  I want to find one so i can ride with the dudes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm might be gaining weight again cause I'm not really looking into eating better anymore.  I need to start buying healthier stuff and eating less.  Thats how I did it before and I need to get on it again.  Oh yeah... and exercise I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was good tonight.  I need to keep on that.  The series right now is about drinking, tattoos, and something else.  Oh yeah parties... I'm trying to make myself not hate as many people as I do now.  I think, naw, I know that if I start going to church and keep myself accountable than I will start liking the people who pissed me off, or just rub me the wrong way.  Its actually really hard for me because I start to put up walls and stop caring about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly. Its hard to love someone who would rather not love you back the same way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recap.  i need you guys (You three who mostly are the only ones reading this) to just pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bike&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;Exercise&lt;br /&gt;Church&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;Hate&lt;br /&gt;and most of all LOVE.  I need it and want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-4505887800858048740?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/4505887800858048740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=4505887800858048740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/4505887800858048740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/4505887800858048740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/06/zzzzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-1380812721520603844</id><published>2008-06-10T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:30:41.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want very badly...</title><content type='html'>Thats me Circa 18 years old.  That was the Rattlesnakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SE9tTeHGl6I/AAAAAAAADGU/3JLzIQcq42Y/s1600-h/561580082_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SE9tTeHGl6I/AAAAAAAADGU/3JLzIQcq42Y/s320/561580082_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210503475158751138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be in a band again.  I want to sing songs and perform for people.  I'm not too old I think. And maybe it will get me started on another diet. Maybe I can look like I did when I was eighteen.  150 pounds of scrawny goodness. I can still dream. Maybe I'll get some words rolling and get some people to fill it in with some music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-1380812721520603844?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/1380812721520603844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=1380812721520603844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1380812721520603844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1380812721520603844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-very-badly.html' title='I want very badly...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SE9tTeHGl6I/AAAAAAAADGU/3JLzIQcq42Y/s72-c/561580082_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-4188462477194686462</id><published>2008-06-06T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:34:16.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting...</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here at the movies waiting for the zohan movie to start. &lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s all. Kelsey thinks I&amp;#39;m talking about her right now.&lt;p&gt;She will never see this though.&lt;p&gt;Its been awhile though huh?&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been thinking of getting out and getting that second job still but, &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m being super lazy... I&amp;#39;ve been thinking of doing a retail job at any &lt;br&gt;random clothes store.&lt;p&gt;We will see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-4188462477194686462?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/4188462477194686462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=4188462477194686462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/4188462477194686462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/4188462477194686462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/06/sitting.html' title='Sitting...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-9177604569334737795</id><published>2008-05-14T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:13:12.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah well</title><content type='html'>Almost everyday on my lunch I eat lunch and nap in my truck.  Today as I lay down in the cab I realized that I could probably live out of my truck if worst came to worst. I know most people don&amp;#39;t think this way, but as I think about different ways to make a little extra cash to pay off my bills faster the thoughts start taking different approaches to fix certain solutions.  Lets look at the stuff I pay for in having a home to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rent&lt;br /&gt;Utilites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Thought the list would be much larger haha.  But not paying rent and utilites would give me some extra cash to pay off the bills faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that in a couple months I can look back at this and laugh at myself for even thinking of these thoughts. I might even have to write down all the weird ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-9177604569334737795?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/9177604569334737795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=9177604569334737795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/9177604569334737795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/9177604569334737795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah-well.html' title='Yeah well'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-672908848883071019</id><published>2008-05-09T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:30:41.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 o'clock please hurry up!</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at work pretty much ready to go home. It has been dead here all day...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Chris's bachelor party in SD.  I guess we are going to a club tonight, which doesn't excite me at all.  I'm gonna take pictures to keep me entertained.  I will post them tomorrow or the next day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing thats awesome to me...  I bought a moped from a guy at work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SCYc-FXvU2I/AAAAAAAACxA/eXn_FCFuDFs/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SCYc-FXvU2I/AAAAAAAACxA/eXn_FCFuDFs/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198874672765031266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a 1978 Motobecane.  Its pretty dang sweet.  I can't wait to ride it everywhere. Including the beach.  I miss my scooter so this should keep my spirits up for awhile.  I think I already love it and I don't even know its name.  I will post pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-672908848883071019?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/672908848883071019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=672908848883071019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/672908848883071019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/672908848883071019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-oclock-please-hurry-up.html' title='5 o&apos;clock please hurry up!'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SCYc-FXvU2I/AAAAAAAACxA/eXn_FCFuDFs/s72-c/IMG_0512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-6086397353696629606</id><published>2008-04-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:14:53.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been there done that...</title><content type='html'>Nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  I've been away from this for awhile now.  Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my wisdom teeth removed...  I am now dumber than I was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got finished watching the second season of Heroes... So freaking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Summer started way too early... Ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and um I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting this sudden sensation to go and get away from everything lately.  I want to go away for a month and get my heading corrected.  Some where far and where I have no control over anything else that happens.  Like another country.  It would be wild to go to another somewhere where no body knows who I am, or what I'm saying...  Haha...  I know stupid huh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone keeps posting about how they are gonna miss the showcase theatre... but lets get real people...  It sucked there.  They stopped showing good shows a long time ago.  For the people who don't like gutter punk, metal, or hardcore lets rise up and show our brothers and sisters that there is more music out there!  Viva la revolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I'm going to go eat my crappy budget tv dinner now.  Yay for no good food @ home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom my peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-6086397353696629606?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/6086397353696629606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=6086397353696629606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6086397353696629606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6086397353696629606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/04/been-there-done-that.html' title='Been there done that...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-2956225921329259908</id><published>2008-04-17T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:45:09.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Night</title><content type='html'>Some of us went out to Mark's birfday party tonight @ Don Jose.  It was a good night.  Lots of laughing.  Lots of friends. And a few drinks.  I remember that there are a couple of friends that I love so much.  And even friends that I have become to love more and more even though I've know them for forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have a new love for Corona (beer) it is really good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and things that I can't have in my life make me very sad.  I can't wait till things really start looking better for me.  I know that I have to give it all to God.  Its hard.  I feel like I have tried to, but I just can't let certain things go.  I miss people.  I miss parts of my life that made sense.  Its all a learning experience now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be on the verge of being a little drunk.  So I will be talking to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom, love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-2956225921329259908?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/2956225921329259908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=2956225921329259908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2956225921329259908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2956225921329259908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/04/thursday-night.html' title='Thursday Night'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-8952199457846078753</id><published>2008-04-16T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:30:41.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo idea smashed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SAZ_wWKryTI/AAAAAAAACdE/foXZmc9pdzg/s1600-h/0416081031-773785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SAZ_wWKryTI/AAAAAAAACdE/foXZmc9pdzg/s320/0416081031-773785.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189976089151916338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I was thinking about getting a tiny heart tattooed onto my wrist, but &lt;br&gt;it turns out that Candice has one already... WTF.  I totally thought I &lt;br&gt;was gonna be original and get something that none of my friends have.  &lt;br&gt;After she told me she had one she sent me a picture of it.&lt;p&gt;I was bummed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-8952199457846078753?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/8952199457846078753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=8952199457846078753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/8952199457846078753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/8952199457846078753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/04/tattoo-idea-smashed.html' title='Tattoo idea smashed...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/SAZ_wWKryTI/AAAAAAAACdE/foXZmc9pdzg/s72-c/0416081031-773785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-1865719279881777925</id><published>2008-04-15T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:34:14.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh noes!</title><content type='html'>I went to the dentist today.  Yeah I know sucky right? But it wasn&amp;#39;t all &lt;br&gt;that bad really.  The dentist I went to is the same one a girl from work &lt;br&gt;goes to.  The guy was really nice which means I will be going again!&lt;p&gt;Going again meaning that I have to.  I guess my wisdom teeth have been &lt;br&gt;giving me weird headaches lately.  So that should be fun.  If any one &lt;br&gt;has advice on what I should do either before or after the surgury than &lt;br&gt;that would be awesome.&lt;p&gt;As for the rest of my life. Please pray that I stay on the right track &lt;br&gt;with my life.  I&amp;#39;ve been making bad choices lately and it needs to &lt;br&gt;stop.  And if you need anything and would like me to pray than please &lt;br&gt;hit me up.  I want to get better at prayer for others around me.&lt;p&gt;Shalom&lt;p&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-1865719279881777925?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/1865719279881777925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=1865719279881777925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1865719279881777925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/1865719279881777925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-noes.html' title='Oh noes!'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-4542752500486197395</id><published>2008-04-08T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:30:41.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its so hard to say goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/R_wxyIboY5I/AAAAAAAACc8/CgUvYPcX9b8/s1600-h/IMG00055-752592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/R_wxyIboY5I/AAAAAAAACc8/CgUvYPcX9b8/s320/IMG00055-752592.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187075608150565778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I might be rolling in a newish truck tomorrow. Yep trading in the jeep &lt;br&gt;for a ford ranger.  It will be helping me pay off debts.&lt;p&gt;She might not be the prettiest, but her smile is beautiful...&lt;p&gt;I will love you forever. Always and forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-4542752500486197395?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/4542752500486197395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=4542752500486197395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/4542752500486197395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/4542752500486197395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Its so hard to say goodbye...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/R_wxyIboY5I/AAAAAAAACc8/CgUvYPcX9b8/s72-c/IMG00055-752592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-3024567069732272135</id><published>2008-04-07T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:30:42.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/R_qHFoboY4I/AAAAAAAACc0/_ATgwjnBqxI/s1600-h/IMG00054-714675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/R_qHFoboY4I/AAAAAAAACc0/_ATgwjnBqxI/s320/IMG00054-714675.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186606451692954498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know why I thought this was so funny. But it looks like this guy &lt;br&gt;is getting ready to take a dump while he&amp;#39;s holding that giant box...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-3024567069732272135?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/3024567069732272135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=3024567069732272135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/3024567069732272135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/3024567069732272135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/04/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/R_qHFoboY4I/AAAAAAAACc0/_ATgwjnBqxI/s72-c/IMG00054-714675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-5582379128400529613</id><published>2008-04-03T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:08:40.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently...</title><content type='html'>Well I've been thinking about getting a 2nd job... ugh....   yeah I&amp;#39;ve &lt;br&gt;been in the poor house for far to long and I&amp;#39;d really like to get out of &lt;br&gt;it.&lt;p&gt;You might be asking &amp;quot;where do you think you&amp;#39;ll go?&amp;quot; well I&amp;#39;ve been &lt;br&gt;thinking target... sigh yes.  That&amp;#39;s the only place I can think of that &lt;br&gt;would let me keep my hair and beard just the way they are.  Gross and &lt;br&gt;long.&lt;p&gt;If you know anywhere else that would take a homely degenerate like me &lt;br&gt;than by all means let me know...&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m trying to work out some stuff right now to get my bills paid off and &lt;br&gt;out of my stressful head.  I even thought about selling my dvds to &lt;br&gt;friends and any other people who would take them.  Like 5 to 10 bucks... &lt;br&gt;how&amp;#39;s that sound?&lt;p&gt;Well pray for me and my finances.&lt;p&gt;Shalom.&lt;p&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-5582379128400529613?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/5582379128400529613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=5582379128400529613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5582379128400529613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/5582379128400529613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/04/recently.html' title='Recently...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-6789553115459560078</id><published>2008-03-29T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:43:26.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a quick one...</title><content type='html'>Last night facedown fest those boys from Plea, Sleeping Giant, and Impending doom really are amazing as people and as musicians.  Keep doing what you do and Worship him always dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-6789553115459560078?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/6789553115459560078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=6789553115459560078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6789553115459560078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6789553115459560078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-quick-one.html' title='just a quick one...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-9098526292769972940</id><published>2008-03-21T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T18:32:14.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter weekend</title><content type='html'>I've been through bad and good situations throughout my life.  Things that I was ashamed of and things that I was so happy to be a part of.  God has really been good to me.  I can't complain.  I have friends who I would die for and hope would die for me.  haha.  Family that loves me (even if its hard for us to say it to each other) , job (sometimes its awesome) , and a place to lay my head by the end of the night.  God is awesome.  And this weekend I totally encourage you to take some time and thank him for what he's done and what he did for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-9098526292769972940?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/9098526292769972940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=9098526292769972940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/9098526292769972940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/9098526292769972940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter weekend'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-7348928943984707192</id><published>2008-03-21T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T18:31:53.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>03/20/1980</title><content type='html'>So yesterday (3/20/2008) I went to disneyland with Sara, Heather, and Grayson.  It was pretty much a bust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just playing... it was great.  It really was.  I had a lot of fun.  I totally fell for the "why didn't you tell us it was your birthday?" line from sara and heather.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go on many rides, but what we went on was fun.  We all bought season passes and hoe to go more times throughout the year.  Go get one so you can hang with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my friends who showed up and surprised me @ the restaurant.  And paying for the pass.  You guys are all awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-7348928943984707192?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/7348928943984707192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=7348928943984707192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7348928943984707192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/7348928943984707192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/03/03201980.html' title='03/20/1980'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-2385320731675826721</id><published>2008-03-17T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:57:22.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little something off the top...</title><content type='html'>You don't like what you hear, You don't like what I say. &lt;br /&gt;And if I could do it, Id get out of your way. &lt;br /&gt;But life is boring, I don't think I can stay... &lt;br /&gt;Kiss me this last time, I'll be on my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ask would you tell me what you think about me. &lt;br /&gt;All the things that come right to your head.  &lt;br /&gt;Even if its hurtful or not.  I think I can take it.  &lt;br /&gt;I've taken so much what's a little more pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;If its something I can change I would change it for you.  I would try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple things I've written in the last couple of days.  Sorry if they &lt;br /&gt;seem a little depressing.  I'm not if you like to know.  I just only&lt;br /&gt;have depressing words.  Ha.  Stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-2385320731675826721?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/2385320731675826721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=2385320731675826721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2385320731675826721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2385320731675826721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-little-something-off-top.html' title='Just a little something off the top...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-3180197306921224316</id><published>2008-03-13T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:52:19.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>Quick note: I saw some free rollerblades on the street this morning. I &lt;br&gt;almost stopped to see what size they were... haha.&lt;p&gt;I finished my book last night before bed.  It was excellent.  I think &lt;br&gt;that its actually the first book that I&amp;#39;ve read that I&amp;#39;ve actually &lt;br&gt;laughed out loud.&lt;p&gt;Um is it bad that I can&amp;#39;t wait for the weekend so I can sleep in? NO! &lt;br&gt;Haha...&lt;p&gt;I took next thursday and friday off and I&amp;#39;m hoping to get some peeps to &lt;br&gt;go to disneyland with me during the day on thursday... we will see &lt;br&gt;though.&lt;p&gt;Peace and all that shizz&lt;br&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-3180197306921224316?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/3180197306921224316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=3180197306921224316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/3180197306921224316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/3180197306921224316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/03/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-6678508079602574411</id><published>2008-03-11T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:16:58.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say, What to say...</title><content type='html'>See I knew that I'd forget about writing to this.  Its been 6 days and nothing has happened to me that would even warrant myself to write here.  Except that I got my first severe case of the gout(sp) (I don't have to know how to spell it to have it) that was pretty fun.  Its things like that that make me want to just call up the rents and say "hey thanks for giving me gray hair an the gout".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthdays coming up for those who don't know.  I'm not super excited to tell you the truth.  Its one more year of me being one out of two people who are older than the rest of the group...  But I actually think I might go out into hiding on and around the actual days...  I already took off the day of and after my birthday so I can hightail it out of town and not be bothered for a couple days.  At least Easter is some what close to it and it gives me a scapegoat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll write more later.  i wanted to let you guys know of a book that I've been reading.  Its about 4 people who go to a famous place in london to end their lives... Stuff happens and they don't actually end their lives, but I've only read through the first half of it.  I'll let you know what goes on though as I'm sure you'd really like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and all that Shizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-6678508079602574411?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/6678508079602574411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=6678508079602574411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6678508079602574411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/6678508079602574411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-to-say-what-to-say.html' title='What to say, What to say...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-845610291709042276</id><published>2008-03-05T12:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:58:54.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much...</title><content type='html'>Has been going on with me.  I went and saw the diary of the dead movie. &lt;br&gt;It was really good.  I love zombies.  The acting was so so in the movie &lt;br&gt;but I think that it worked out that way because they were filming from &lt;br&gt;their own cameras and were just film students.  Go see it seriously it &lt;br&gt;was great.  Also no nudity WTF!  Jk that was probably the best thing &lt;br&gt;they didn&amp;#39;t put in there.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ll write more later...&lt;p&gt;Peace and all that shizz.&lt;p&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-845610291709042276?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/845610291709042276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=845610291709042276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/845610291709042276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/845610291709042276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-much.html' title='Not much...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-2587751004469922072</id><published>2008-03-02T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:27:41.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please excuse me...</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My names Corre, and I've been a little moody lately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good way to start out a blog right?  Sounds like I'm in a group session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness though I have been moody.  I'm sorry to those of you that I have pushed it on. &lt;br /&gt;I will try and list them out so you peeps get a little insight right now on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter one: this ones called long lost people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need to explain this with a little back story so here goes (this is from another point of view. I don't know if its true, nor do I claim it to be so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother left us when we were young.  I can't say how old I was because I don't really remember it.  But it seems that once she left we were not in her life anymore.  I mean we received calls on our birthdays and Christmas with promises of gifts and such that would never make it to our house.  Not such a big deal now that we are all grown up, but for kids to be left hanging like that is pretty bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will fast forward to my graduation where she came out to see me graduate.  That was pretty nice you know.  I mean I know that she has never had much money, but that was cool.  Except for the fact that she got my 16 year old brother high and I think drunk.  Its not like I was back then how I am now, but come on...  If you want to impress people don't go out like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my graduation sometime my sister ended up talking to her on the phone and full on let her have it.  I guess she started saying stuff about my dad and how he wasn't raising us right (which is funny because for most of our lives he made barely enough to keep a roof on all three of our heads and food on the table and she was like 3 states away from us) and my sister flipped out on her.  I probably would have to.  I mean the nerve of someone right?  Well my sister said that our step mom was pretty much considered our mom.  And that's I think think the last time any of us had talked to her in 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently though I got a message on MySpace from her saying that she has been looking for us for years.  She found us. Or just me.  I don't know what my brother or sister have said to her or if she has talked to them, but that's where I'm at.  How do you let someone that hasn't been around your whole life be let back into your life.  Sure I've forgiven her a bunch of times and I've know now that whatever shes done was in the past, but I can't just open up to her about my life and everything else in it right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to send her an email, but I don't know what to say really.  I'm just praying about it right now and I hope that whoever else reads this also prays for me as well.    I know there is a chance that she will read this and I will say I'm sorry if it makes you mad in any way.  But these people are my friends and I consider them friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter two: this ones called loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know what I am going through right now.  If you have no idea than you don't really know me.  But just pray for me.  Its a hard time in my life and sometimes I just want to drink and forget about it.  That is a stupid thing to say, but that is really how I feel, and the worst part is that I hate every couple right now.  I'm sorry but its not just you in particular... but I can't take seeing it.  I hate the way I feel and I hate myself at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is only two things that make me moody right now off the top of my head.  I have more, but its late enough and I needs my sleep.  God knows I need m beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out and all that shizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-2587751004469922072?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/2587751004469922072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=2587751004469922072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2587751004469922072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2587751004469922072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/03/please-excuse-me.html' title='Please excuse me...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-8630100572602540329</id><published>2008-02-29T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:26:01.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God its friday!</title><content type='html'>Today is great! Free bagels and donuts, payday, free pizza, and the work &lt;br&gt;day is almost over.  I think tonight we are going to go see semi-pro.  I &lt;br&gt;hope its really good.  We will see that.  Oh and chipotle before hand... &lt;br&gt;today just got 10x better.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok so here&amp;#39;s one of the movies from the &amp;quot;game&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;STAR WARS&lt;p&gt;Luke Skywalker - Kirk&lt;br&gt;Han Solo - Cory&lt;br&gt;Chewbacca - Mark (sorry)&lt;br&gt;C-3PO - Adam&lt;br&gt;Boba Fett - Me&lt;br&gt;Lando - Jeph&lt;p&gt;There&amp;#39;s no girls in the warehouse so we can&amp;#39;t really make one for &lt;br&gt;Princess Leia.&lt;p&gt;I realize that some might be funny but I really need to post pictures of &lt;br&gt;what some people look like.&lt;p&gt;Ok peace and all that shizz.&lt;p&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-8630100572602540329?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/8630100572602540329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=8630100572602540329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/8630100572602540329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/8630100572602540329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank God its friday!'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-3784868301073666309</id><published>2008-02-28T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:15:10.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday night</title><content type='html'>So tv night tonight... er movie night? I don&amp;#39;t really know when the tv &lt;br&gt;shows are coming back on. I should really look into it.  But we are &lt;br&gt;planning on watching The Darjeeling Limited tonight.&lt;p&gt;Not sure how many people will be showing up. Lately its been a toss up &lt;br&gt;for me to see if people will show up or not.  Seems if I don&amp;#39;t send a &lt;br&gt;txt out people will ask either way and still not show up.&lt;p&gt;I haven&amp;#39;t really been wanting to hang out in big groups of people lately &lt;br&gt;so I&amp;#39;m ok with like 5 people showing up.  I don&amp;#39;t know. I guess we will &lt;br&gt;see how I feel when or if people even show. Haha.  Either way I will be &lt;br&gt;watching the movie with or without others there.&lt;p&gt;Peace and all that shizz...&lt;p&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-3784868301073666309?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/3784868301073666309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=3784868301073666309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/3784868301073666309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/3784868301073666309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/02/thursday-night.html' title='Thursday night'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-3650208755123875080</id><published>2008-02-27T21:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:30:21.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No women no cry?</title><content type='html'>Three months have gone by.&lt;p&gt;My room is a mess, my sofa is stained with laughing, tears, and &lt;br&gt;conversations that should be happening right now.&lt;p&gt;I know we haven&amp;#39;t talked in a bit and it really bums me out.&lt;p&gt;It seems like we are 500 miles apart and our friendship no longer is &lt;br&gt;what it was.&lt;p&gt;I miss you and you&amp;#39;ll either ignore this or never acknowledge it.&lt;p&gt;I can write this now because I wanted to.  Was this too emo?  I don&amp;#39;t &lt;br&gt;know but I really wanted to post it.&lt;p&gt;Goodnight from the denny&amp;#39;s waiting room.&lt;p&gt;Peace and all that shizz...&lt;p&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-3650208755123875080?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/3650208755123875080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=3650208755123875080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/3650208755123875080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/3650208755123875080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-women-no-cry.html' title='No women no cry?'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204523496145342100.post-2792779564979795793</id><published>2008-02-27T12:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:56:10.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets see now...</title><content type='html'>So I kind of wanted to see where this could all go.  For me to start something and never finish always happens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to try and do something everyday though that sounds fun.  At work I started a little game where someone thinks of a movie and then we match up the warehouse workers with which character they are closely related to. Like Personalities, looks, and whatever else we can think of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example:  Happy Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fonz = Me (its cause of the way my hair was that day)&lt;br /&gt;Al = Cory Clark&lt;br /&gt;Arnold (asian) = Bob Miyako&lt;br /&gt;Ralph = Adam&lt;br /&gt;Potsie = Jeph&lt;br /&gt;Richie = Kirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never thought of one for Mark because he isn't at work right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats the game.  Some are fun and some are lame, but I'll post them whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need from whoever reads this though some movies that I can ask everyone when I'm at work.  So feed me some movies and I'll post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats it for now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, love you and all that jazz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204523496145342100-2792779564979795793?l=confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/feeds/2792779564979795793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7204523496145342100&amp;postID=2792779564979795793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2792779564979795793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204523496145342100/posts/default/2792779564979795793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofarooster.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-see-now.html' title='Lets see now...'/><author><name>Corre La Nuevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11226065955704038655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFmQljDLr2I/S9A1KyKlv4I/AAAAAAAAHEQ/KGFJSuoxzFY/S220/20977_262841566896_543171896_3088060_8193515_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
