<?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-5527920367484728315</id><updated>2012-02-15T16:44:23.062-08:00</updated><category term='lifestyle'/><category term='drama'/><category term='drake'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='arguments'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Love'/><category term='first blog'/><category term='random'/><category term='religion'/><category term='music'/><category term='Blogs'/><category term='Lykke Li'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Tonight's Aspirations</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>514</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-6522344519832715046</id><published>2012-02-15T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T16:44:23.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="510" height="376" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9qOcaBhLh3Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about Whitney Houston's death, but this is the saddest I've been about a person dying who I never met personally. Her voice and songs remind me of my childhood. The subject matter of her songs are so strong and her voice just made those subjects so much more real to a 8 year old who had no fuckin idea what love is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of her songs were staples of my childhood. Long car rides, elementary talent shows, cheesy video montages. Crazy how someone who I've never met before, let alone gotten to know, has affected my life so deeply&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-6522344519832715046?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/6522344519832715046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/02/forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6522344519832715046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6522344519832715046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/02/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9qOcaBhLh3Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-7590830087199878548</id><published>2012-02-08T12:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T12:25:58.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Wanna Act My Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XzJC9OCT0ss" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd be an absolute slut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-7590830087199878548?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/7590830087199878548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/02/never-wanna-act-my-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7590830087199878548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7590830087199878548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/02/never-wanna-act-my-age.html' title='Never Wanna Act My Age'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XzJC9OCT0ss/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-1004208244592852279</id><published>2012-02-07T15:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T15:38:29.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Will Find Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2Na55-i81bg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dope would it be to be a 2 man band with your wifey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-1004208244592852279?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/1004208244592852279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-will-find-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1004208244592852279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1004208244592852279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-will-find-me.html' title='You Will Find Me'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2Na55-i81bg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-6594785560207051357</id><published>2012-02-07T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:09:45.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Heart Beats With Precision</title><content type='html'>As much as masculinity tells us we're too manly to ever cry&lt;br /&gt;As much as femininity tells us we should cry, but not too often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's healthy to cry. Crying shows a breakdown, an overwhelming flood of emotions. It's okay to break down every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to break down and cry when your dog dies. It's okay to tell your Mom you love her and end up weeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I haven't cried in a longgggggg time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-6594785560207051357?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/6594785560207051357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/02/your-heart-beats-with-precision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6594785560207051357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6594785560207051357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/02/your-heart-beats-with-precision.html' title='Your Heart Beats With Precision'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-6196891466981938446</id><published>2012-02-07T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T12:20:46.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Was Made In Paris</title><content type='html'>People are very opinionated about music and sports because their taste in those things are something that only they control. Some of the most vocal &amp; opinionated people I've met have been people who don't have much control over other aspects of their life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-6196891466981938446?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/6196891466981938446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-was-made-in-paris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6196891466981938446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6196891466981938446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-was-made-in-paris.html' title='You Was Made In Paris'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-7574116710166468677</id><published>2012-02-01T13:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:33:04.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take That Body Downtown</title><content type='html'>Part of me thinks, "Cmon man, you're 21. You can hang out with a girl 1 on 1 without thinking about things getting sexual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of me thinks, "Cmon man, you're 21. Stop acting you don't have a sex drive. It's okay to think about a girl sexually."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-7574116710166468677?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/7574116710166468677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/02/part-of-me-thinks-cmon-man-youre-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7574116710166468677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7574116710166468677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/02/part-of-me-thinks-cmon-man-youre-21.html' title='Take That Body Downtown'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-1078886164498436154</id><published>2012-01-27T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:29:50.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it If You're Scared</title><content type='html'>There are so many benefits to writing down random ideas that run through your head. I'll have the RANDOMEST ideas at the most random times. Often times I'll sit there and think, "damn, that's a dope ass idea." I try my hardest to write those things down because they have value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to write it down somehow before it gets away. I don't even know how many times I've thought about something dope, only to have it escape me mere minutes later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these things are stupid in nature and end up on twitter. Others are more serious and end up here on this blog. If it feels dangerous, risky, and makes me nervous, it'll wind up here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-1078886164498436154?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/1078886164498436154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/say-it-if-youre-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1078886164498436154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1078886164498436154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/say-it-if-youre-scared.html' title='Say it If You&apos;re Scared'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-8857112049681971720</id><published>2012-01-27T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:33:30.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oedipus</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mviF8jlFaks" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, the shit I would write for a song about my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random, but I wish there was a way to embed mp3s from my itunes. These youtube rips are always shitty, lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-8857112049681971720?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/8857112049681971720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/oedipus-complex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8857112049681971720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8857112049681971720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/oedipus-complex.html' title='Oedipus'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mviF8jlFaks/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-1590079137316485322</id><published>2012-01-26T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:53:18.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got it On His Chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="369" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/On100ZtKa_E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Normally I hate these types of personalities, but since he's leading my favorite club, I guess it'll pass......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This says something about ingroup-outgroup bias. If this dude was on ANY other team, I wouldn't be a fan at all. Since he's on my team, however, I excuse his negative personality traits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-1590079137316485322?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/1590079137316485322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/got-it-on-his-chest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1590079137316485322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1590079137316485322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/got-it-on-his-chest.html' title='Got it On His Chest'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/On100ZtKa_E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-7281324282561403411</id><published>2012-01-24T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:16:57.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Hate the Fact that You Bought the Dream</title><content type='html'>You know how it seemed like everyone on facebook hated each change that facebook made? It seemed like everyone had a status about how bad each and every change was, and how much better it was back in the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they really would prefer to have facebook revert back to the layout it had in say, January 2009. Like if we did an experiment and had a small sample of facebook users have their entire facebook experience reverted back to the old layout, would they really report that they like it better than the current layout?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-7281324282561403411?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/7281324282561403411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-hate-fact-that-you-bought-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7281324282561403411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7281324282561403411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-hate-fact-that-you-bought-dream.html' title='You Hate the Fact that You Bought the Dream'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2346182425049448561</id><published>2012-01-24T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:09:17.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Way Home</title><content type='html'>My Mom is weary of showing me direct affection. She never returns my hugs and never tells me she loves me (even when I tell her I love her first). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have any ill psychological effects because of this lack of affection. It just goes to show that there's different definitions and degrees of love and affection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2346182425049448561?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2346182425049448561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-my-way-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2346182425049448561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2346182425049448561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-my-way-home.html' title='On My Way Home'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2169165395983751917</id><published>2012-01-24T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:05:45.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RK8rKKp-vP0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2169165395983751917?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2169165395983751917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2169165395983751917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2169165395983751917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-care.html' title='Take Care'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RK8rKKp-vP0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-4231886951163343239</id><published>2012-01-16T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:31:41.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Feeling I Would Give to You</title><content type='html'>I'm finding myself making more and more mature, grown ass decisions. I see this when I look at my dating life. If you asked me 2-3 years ago(hell, probably even as recently as a year ago), I would've told you that I'd date any girl who's remotely interested in me. "Fuck it, I'm young. I need to go out and see what kind of girls are out there," is what I'd say. I'd get with any girl, regardless of whether or not I saw myself with them in a long term relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I have to lose? I had/have always been someone who others accused of overthinking. My ex was adamant about me needing to "think less and just &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;," whatever the hell that means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went on dates with some questionable women. I knew going into these dates that the chances were slim that I'd want to get into a relationship with them. But hey, you never know until you try, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the date, we'd go our separate ways and everything was fine, no real harm done. But I would leave feeling empty. What the fuck was I doing going on these pointless dates that didn't tell me anything I didn't already know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to a couple nights ago. I had a conversation with a close friend and I found myself admitting that nowadays I need much more than superficial traits. Instead of going for any girl who's interested in me, I'm waiting out to see what they have to bring to the table. Gone are the days when I could look past the fact that a girl wasn't intelligent. Gone are the days when I didn't mind if a girl didn't have goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I won't even entertain the idea of going on a date with a girl if I feel like I can't have a great conversation with her. I know it goes against the man code; I'm supposed to take every opportunity to get pussy I can get. But I'll be damned if I go through another one of those awkward dates again. And with me being someone who catches feelings easily, hooking up isn't the most feasible option for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left meeting different girls and evaluating them for reasons beyond "damn she has a nice rack" or "my god, look at that ass ass ass ass." Now I wanna know if she is fond of learning new things. I wanna know if she likes to travel. I wanna know what she's passionate about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The depth of how much I wanna know about a girl is so much more than it used to be. And I think that this is a mark of maturity that I can definitely get behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IzYqo2hz7-Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-4231886951163343239?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/4231886951163343239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-feeling-i-would-give-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/4231886951163343239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/4231886951163343239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-feeling-i-would-give-to-you.html' title='This Feeling I Would Give to You'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IzYqo2hz7-Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-420320309528844832</id><published>2012-01-14T10:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T10:10:49.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Your Body</title><content type='html'>Some of the BEST reads I've ever come across can be found &lt;a href="http://xxcollegechronicles.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I can't help but be a goddamn dickrider&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-420320309528844832?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/420320309528844832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/bring-your-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/420320309528844832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/420320309528844832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/bring-your-body.html' title='Bring Your Body'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-412271482900799264</id><published>2012-01-11T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:03:23.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Here to Piss People Awf</title><content type='html'>In both soccer and football,&lt;br /&gt;In both futból and American football,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're seeing rule changes that go a long way towards player safety. In fútbol, tackles with both feet up and studs up are receiving red cards. In football, tackling form is heavily scrutinized and incorrect tackling form can carry hefty fines along with suspension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it because we need to worry about the lives and well-being of the athletes we deify. Old school sports fans might pine for the old days of yesteryear, where one could take another's head off and chalk it up as sheer will and determination, but in 2012, with all the science and information we have, we have no choice but to go the safe route. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong; I love a hard hit just as much as the next guy. But if it comes at the risk/expense of a man's health and well-being, then that's where you lose me. I love watching these players do their thing too much to have their careers cut short by injury. More than that, these are normal people who have families, friends and interests to look after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a change that I'm glad is happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-412271482900799264?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/412271482900799264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-here-to-piss-people-awf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/412271482900799264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/412271482900799264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-here-to-piss-people-awf.html' title='I&apos;m Here to Piss People Awf'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-3306780256555313309</id><published>2012-01-11T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T17:29:27.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buck With it</title><content type='html'>I have the most embarrassing emails and screen names. Most of them are from middle school or early high school. I really wanna update them and whatnot but I'm just not creative enough/too picky to find an email that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real usernames/emails that I've used in the past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tigobitties619&lt;br /&gt;Man a titties08&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah 619&lt;br /&gt;dafreak172002@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;imwinningitall619@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the funniest thing out of all of this is my mom hijacked my dafreak172002@yahoo.com email around 2007 and hasn't given it back. She's never changed emails and insists on sticking with dafreak172002@yahoo.com. I've begged and pleaded with her but she's insistent and stubborn. She uses it all the time, sometimes in professional matters. It's embarrassing as hell but it's a testament to my Mom's stubbornness and unwillingness to change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-3306780256555313309?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/3306780256555313309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/buck-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3306780256555313309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3306780256555313309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/buck-with-it.html' title='Buck With it'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-6692106714245495479</id><published>2012-01-11T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:52:56.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Make Me Make You Fall in Love</title><content type='html'>Kanye-Love Lockdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="100" height="97" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZcjkkBtXgIc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach House-Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="100" height="97" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PHbtR8uO81M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weeknd-The Birds Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="100" height="100" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wCaZznXphMw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Songs with marching drums but they each mean entirely different things to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-6692106714245495479?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/6692106714245495479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/kanye-love-lockdown-beach-house-norway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6692106714245495479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6692106714245495479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/kanye-love-lockdown-beach-house-norway.html' title='Don&apos;t Make Me Make You Fall in Love'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZcjkkBtXgIc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2819336479974390794</id><published>2012-01-10T21:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:59:49.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Triple Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chzgifs.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/funny-gifs-foul-ball.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" width="320" src="http://chzgifs.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/funny-gifs-foul-ball.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so spoiled to have grown up with this guy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2819336479974390794?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2819336479974390794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/double-triple-team.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2819336479974390794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2819336479974390794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/double-triple-team.html' title='Double Triple Team'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-7218464161940704801</id><published>2012-01-08T04:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T04:45:56.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Nervous I Got You</title><content type='html'>A guy and a girl sitting together, eating lunch. The girl looks pretty as hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-7218464161940704801?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/7218464161940704801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-be-nervous-i-got-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7218464161940704801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7218464161940704801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-be-nervous-i-got-you.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Nervous I Got You'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-3611692721602318618</id><published>2012-01-08T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T04:45:34.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Off Knock Out That's the Motto Brother JOKO</title><content type='html'>guys masturbate because they're sex crazed perverts.&lt;br /&gt;Women masturbate because men are idiots and can never satisfy a woman.&lt;br /&gt;At least, this is what I've learned from the TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-3611692721602318618?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-5047202908425293796</id><published>2012-01-07T17:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T17:47:10.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>The dopest nights are when one friend brings pizza and and a 6-pack to another friend's place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-5047202908425293796?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/5047202908425293796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5047202908425293796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5047202908425293796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2953179560714115663</id><published>2012-01-07T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:06:50.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Me Get in My Zone</title><content type='html'>Kanye and Jay-Z performed "Niggas in Paris" at least 5 separate times each show during the Watch The Throne concert series. That's the kind of shit that I would do in my art. Cuz fuck you, that's why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2953179560714115663?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2953179560714115663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/kanye-and-jay-z-performed-niggas-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2953179560714115663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2953179560714115663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/kanye-and-jay-z-performed-niggas-in.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Me Get in My Zone'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-8623574759963037377</id><published>2012-01-06T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:44:48.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought I Was the Asshole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AnEduseaLk/TwexYxLkglI/AAAAAAAAAXE/hA6dsVC2Eys/s1600/404470_288332197880738_100001118810459_770296_515030249_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AnEduseaLk/TwexYxLkglI/AAAAAAAAAXE/hA6dsVC2Eys/s320/404470_288332197880738_100001118810459_770296_515030249_n.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most successful people watching sessions I've had&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-8623574759963037377?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/8623574759963037377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-thought-i-was-asshole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8623574759963037377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8623574759963037377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-thought-i-was-asshole.html' title='I Thought I Was the Asshole'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AnEduseaLk/TwexYxLkglI/AAAAAAAAAXE/hA6dsVC2Eys/s72-c/404470_288332197880738_100001118810459_770296_515030249_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-5189717296786159098</id><published>2012-01-06T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:13:13.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh I Did It Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/35ciJ.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" width="500" src="http://i.imgur.com/35ciJ.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-5189717296786159098?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/5189717296786159098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/uh-oh-i-did-it-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5189717296786159098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5189717296786159098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/uh-oh-i-did-it-again.html' title='Uh Oh I Did It Again'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-8031840438353243471</id><published>2012-01-02T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:43:13.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Preach to Me</title><content type='html'>It's easy to push the pushover. I have more respect for the person who'll bully around a stubborn person than the person who takes joy in pushing over a pushover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-8031840438353243471?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/8031840438353243471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-preach-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8031840438353243471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8031840438353243471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-preach-to-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Preach to Me'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2314714881520038922</id><published>2012-01-02T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:41:24.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch Trick Ho</title><content type='html'>Someone who's hard to anger. I don't get angry very easily and I need a girl who won't get angry easily either. Lord knows it's hard to be angry around me anyway, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who isn't a control freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is competent, capable, efficacious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not&lt;br /&gt;It's okay when she fucks up, but when other people fuck up, she's the first to criticize&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2314714881520038922?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2314714881520038922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/bitch-trick-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2314714881520038922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2314714881520038922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/bitch-trick-ho.html' title='Bitch Trick Ho'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-4649667592650922040</id><published>2012-01-02T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:19:24.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Pretend You Didn't Know</title><content type='html'>Some hip hop heads complain that their genre doesn't translate well to live shows, but when their favorite artists transition into catering to live shows, they complain that the artist "sold out." You can never make people happy. But you knew that Ryan, you silly goose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-4649667592650922040?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/4649667592650922040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-pretend-you-didnt-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/4649667592650922040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/4649667592650922040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-pretend-you-didnt-know.html' title='Don&apos;t Pretend You Didn&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-5341987815706469617</id><published>2012-01-02T06:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:55:32.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the Same Old Song</title><content type='html'>I'm cocky as hell. I'm really good at many different things. I also like to think that I'm humble as hell. But does that make me cocky, thinking that I'm awesome at humility? I don't like to talk about these things because I end up sounding like one of two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cocky motherfucker who could use a lesson in humility&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;An unconfident chap who could use a lesson in self-worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm competent as hell. My self-efficacy is on a hundred thousand trillion. There are still many things that I'm terrible at. There are still many things that I wish I was better at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of all this, I don't think people realize just how good I am at many different things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-5341987815706469617?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/5341987815706469617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-cocky-as-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5341987815706469617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5341987815706469617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-cocky-as-hell.html' title='You&apos;re the Same Old Song'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-5995672739903848899</id><published>2012-01-02T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:12:21.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential Could Never Last This Long</title><content type='html'>I'm fortunate that throughout my life, I've been afforded the opportunity to grow and develop many different skills. I've seen many of my peers be held back. They've been sheltered, not allowed to learn and grow by themselves. It was justified by their oppressors using the same excuses; "you're too young to understand," "you've never done it before and I just want it to be done right," "you're not responsible enough." I was left to handle things myself and to learn from my mistakes. Some of my peers weren't allowed to make those same mistakes and as a result, are still developing and honing a bunch of skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this contrast when in a group. Let's say we're making our way across town using the metro. I know for a fact that I can lead the group to our destination with no problem. I can read a map and  I know how to get on a train, get off at my stop, cross onto another train and all that jazz. I'll gladly take the responsibility and lead us across town. But if I see someone who might have never read a map or led a group towards a destination, I'd prefer to let them shine and try to get us to where we need to go. I feel no need to prove myself to anyone; I know what I'm capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth more to the person who's still learning to get across town that they get their chance to shine than it is to me, knowing damn well that I'll get us to our destination no problem. I see no need for me to show off or display my skills when this experience can be infinitely more influential for my peer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-5995672739903848899?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/5995672739903848899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-fortunate-that-throughout-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5995672739903848899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5995672739903848899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-fortunate-that-throughout-my-life.html' title='Potential Could Never Last This Long'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-8862540276019146662</id><published>2012-01-02T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T05:48:21.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Just Something That I Need From You</title><content type='html'>I have a great sense of direction. I always know where my exit strategy would be if some crazy shit went down and I needed to break out of whatever location I'm at. I attribute this to years of video games. I can read a map and have a great sense of direction. I can't believe all these years of video games has helped me in such a practical way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-8862540276019146662?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/8862540276019146662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/theres-just-something-that-i-need-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8862540276019146662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8862540276019146662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/theres-just-something-that-i-need-from.html' title='There&apos;s Just Something That I Need From You'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-3634187848650905365</id><published>2012-01-02T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T05:45:16.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride It Out</title><content type='html'>We've got to get away from ethnocentricity. Every person across every culture has family, emotions, feelings, desires, wants, needs. We're more alike than we are different&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-3634187848650905365?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/3634187848650905365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/ride-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3634187848650905365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3634187848650905365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/ride-it-out.html' title='Ride It Out'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-8520366508590077820</id><published>2012-01-02T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:14:46.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Wanna Go Again</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the Louvre, pissed off cuz my feet were sore from walking around so damn much. The Louvre is huge as fuck. Sitting there in Napoleon's quarters, all alone, no one within 50 yards of me. Maybe they were all looking at the Mona Lisa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are little patches of space where you get to be alone. That's huge when all you know is tight, compact, and overpopulated spaces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-8520366508590077820?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/8520366508590077820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-you-wanna-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8520366508590077820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8520366508590077820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-you-wanna-go-again.html' title='If You Wanna Go Again'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-8114926167852378279</id><published>2011-12-19T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T05:44:40.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Breeze Steady Keepin Us Up Up Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="369" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mvoEpCeG2Nk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mount Woodson Trail at Lake Poway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-8114926167852378279?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/8114926167852378279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/summer-breeze-steady-keepin-us-up-up-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8114926167852378279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8114926167852378279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/summer-breeze-steady-keepin-us-up-up-up.html' title='Summer Breeze Steady Keepin Us Up Up Up'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mvoEpCeG2Nk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-1658865571332311398</id><published>2011-12-17T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T13:09:18.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Can't Be Livin Like This For the Rest of Our Lives</title><content type='html'>Europe Trip&lt;br /&gt;Dec 19 leave 8:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Dec 20 – arrive London 2:50 pm, can do some of the places below maybe&lt;br /&gt;Dec 21 – London – hop on hop off bus tour(26 pounds), Buckingham Palace, St. Paul’s Cathedral, Tower of London. Westminster Abbey, British Museum&lt;br /&gt;Dec 22 – more of London (from above) &lt;br /&gt;Dec 23 – London St. Pancras Station - Train to Paris 10:24 AM, arrive 1:47 PM – &lt;br /&gt;Stay at Novotel Paris Vaugirard Montparnesse, 257 Rue De Vaugirard,  -  Eiffel Tower, Louvre Museum, Arc de Triomphe, Versailles Estate &lt;br /&gt;Dec 24 – Paris – more from list above or hop on hop off bus for 29 Euro, get car in PM&lt;br /&gt;Dec 25 – Christmas, everything closed, drive through Switzerland, stop at Lausanne, to Milan&lt;br /&gt;Dec 26 – Drive Milan to Venice, drop car in Venice – Hotel ai Mori d’Oriente, Fondamenta della Sensa, Venice, 3319 &lt;br /&gt;Dec 27 – Venice – St Marks Basilica and bell tower, Doge’s Palace, Lace Museum for MAB(Musea del Merletto) , La Fenice Theater audio tour, St Marco Square, Correr Museum, Rialto Bridge, Gondola Ride 80 Euro!&lt;br /&gt;Dec 28 – Venice- boat to Murano (glass) and Burano (lace) – maybe night train to Rome?&lt;br /&gt;Dec 29 – Rome – stay Atahotel Villa Pamphili, Via Della Nocetta 105&lt;br /&gt;Vatican, Pantheon, Colosseum, St. Peter’s Basilica&lt;br /&gt;Dec 30 – Tour to Pompeii maybe, if you want, return to Rome &lt;br /&gt;Dec 31 – Tour of the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;Jan 1 – Leave Rome 11:55 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this trip will serve as just a taste of what Europe/the rest of the world has to offer. I want to come away from this trip thinking "fuck, I need to get up, get out and do something."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-1658865571332311398?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/1658865571332311398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/europe-trip-dec-19-leave-830-pm-dec-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1658865571332311398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1658865571332311398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/europe-trip-dec-19-leave-830-pm-dec-20.html' title='We Can&apos;t Be Livin Like This For the Rest of Our Lives'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-1852707482316998183</id><published>2011-12-14T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T04:22:53.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck All the Discrete Shit</title><content type='html'>I'm so lucky that the wisest person in my life is my mom. Not everyone is lucky enough to have parents who are involved AT ALL in their life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-1852707482316998183?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/1852707482316998183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-all-discrete-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1852707482316998183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1852707482316998183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-all-discrete-shit.html' title='Fuck All the Discrete Shit'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-5931763090047522059</id><published>2011-12-14T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T04:51:10.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Don't Need No Protection</title><content type='html'>It's easy to say that you're an original, non-conformist who isn't afraid to like things that aren't mainstream or popular. But if the things you do like are widely accepted, then you really aren't taking much of a risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes more courage to openly admit that you love Soulja Boy than it takes to admit that you love Slum Village. Admitting to loving Soulja Boy will get you absolutely slandered in some circles. I can't think of any circles that openly hate Slum Village&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-5931763090047522059?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/5931763090047522059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-dont-need-no-protection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5931763090047522059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5931763090047522059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-dont-need-no-protection.html' title='We Don&apos;t Need No Protection'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-6572730514568921643</id><published>2011-12-12T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:44:34.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Strive to Be Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="369" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3ycBGkLkEkg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I balk before diving into a pool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-6572730514568921643?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/6572730514568921643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-strive-to-be-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6572730514568921643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6572730514568921643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-strive-to-be-live.html' title='I Strive to Be Live'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3ycBGkLkEkg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-4639352422384803412</id><published>2011-12-08T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:17:18.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Do This No No No</title><content type='html'>The person who is most eager to speak first in a conversation/debate is often the one who is less knowledgable on the situation. A real wise and knowledgable person is content to let the other person eagerly spill their cards first, because they know that they really have control of the situation. The person who can't wait to get their thoughts out on the matter knows that they need to get their words out first because they need to show just how much they know. The more knowledgable person will wait it out and listen to the other persons' entire spiel, confident that they can respond in a smart and logical manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often see this in sports talk. Whenever I'm in a conversation about basketball, there's inevitably one person in the convo who HAS to be the first one to speak, eager to display just how much they know about the game. They'll go on and on for 5 minutes, talking about this and that. They end their rant, content that everyone in the conversation knows that they know a lot about basketball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the receiving end, listening without interruption, noting each talking point that interests me. I sit there, confident that not only do I understand the point they're making, but I also know the counter argument. Most of the time, I can't even get 10 words into the counter argument before the other person decides that they've had enough; they don't want to hear what I have to say so they interrupt my train of thought and make some small point. I sit there, astonished by the fact that they were so adamant about me not making my point that they had to stop me. I sense that I struck a nerve, so I decide not to pursue any further. Now we're both sitting there, awkward as fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-4639352422384803412?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/4639352422384803412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cant-do-this-no-no-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/4639352422384803412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/4639352422384803412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cant-do-this-no-no-no.html' title='I Can&apos;t Do This No No No'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-8793847400071999441</id><published>2011-12-08T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T16:32:53.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climb a Mountain But Tell No One You Did It</title><content type='html'>Everyone accomplishes great things. However, not everyone handles those accomplishments the same ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's best to accomplish great things and not tell a soul that you did it. One shouldn't do things with the goal of telling everyone about it; instead, one should accomplish great things and tell no one. Do things for the sake of doing them, not to tell other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got an A on your midterm? That's great! You deserve to reward yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you reward yourself is important, though. I think it's best to be humble about it and act like you do it all the time, instead of needing everyone to know how great you are because you did something great today. Instead of telling everyone, tell your best friend. Tell your girlfriend. Don't tell everyone on facebook so you can get recognition. An average person will need everyone to recognize and acknowledge their greatness; an excellent person will receive that recognition without having to tell everyone to acknowledge them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-8793847400071999441?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/8793847400071999441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/climb-mountain-but-tell-no-one-you-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8793847400071999441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8793847400071999441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/climb-mountain-but-tell-no-one-you-did.html' title='Climb a Mountain But Tell No One You Did It'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-5478700255113789634</id><published>2011-12-08T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:09:45.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Obviously Need to Tone It Down a Bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="369" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T_lh5fR4DMA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the most scientific of studies, but this is hilarioussssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-5478700255113789634?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/5478700255113789634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-obviously-need-to-tone-it-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5478700255113789634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5478700255113789634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-obviously-need-to-tone-it-down.html' title='We Obviously Need to Tone It Down a Bit'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T_lh5fR4DMA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-3359363224935397101</id><published>2011-12-07T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:09:59.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's When We'll Settle Up the Score</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe id="NBC Video Widget" width="512" height="347" src="http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/assets/video/widget/widget.html?vid=1372252" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/video/the-roots-the-otherside-12-6-11/1372252#.TuBrCorniSo.blogger"&gt;Late Night with Jimmy Fallon - The Roots: The OtherSide (12/6/11) - Video - http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna be a drummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wonder if I could pull of these all black outfits with black gloves. Drake, Black Thought, im sure countless others pull it off. I think I'd look like a wannabe thug lolllll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-3359363224935397101?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/3359363224935397101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/thats-when-well-settle-up-score_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3359363224935397101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3359363224935397101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/thats-when-well-settle-up-score_07.html' title='That&apos;s When We&apos;ll Settle Up the Score'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-1265284589995194115</id><published>2011-12-03T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T14:37:03.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And It Don't Stop</title><content type='html'>I know it sounds crazy, but sometimes I wish I was ODing on cocaine or some other hardcore drug and just flipping the fuck out. I'd be bumping some crazy, sadistic sounding music. Sort of like the ending to Requiem for a Dream. My life is too structured sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-1265284589995194115?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/1265284589995194115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-it-dont-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1265284589995194115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1265284589995194115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-it-dont-stop.html' title='And It Don&apos;t Stop'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-3829258209004468178</id><published>2011-11-28T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T09:18:30.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With the Birds I Share This Lonely View</title><content type='html'>Some people, maybe even most people, have the viewpoint that every one out there is out to exploit you. I feel like people who have this viewpoint must carry SUCH a burden. Not being able to trust people (and thus society as a whole) must lead to some scary personality traits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-3829258209004468178?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/3829258209004468178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/with-birds-i-share-this-lonely-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3829258209004468178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3829258209004468178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/with-birds-i-share-this-lonely-view.html' title='With the Birds I Share This Lonely View'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2663801375722227401</id><published>2011-11-28T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T19:00:36.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Knows But Nobody Really Knows</title><content type='html'>It isnt a scientist's job to win wars or win arguments; a scientist's job is to develop knowledge and to get us closer to the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scientist will gladly admit when she's wrong. A politician, however, is hellbent on public image and winning battles and wars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for my friends to be more like scientists and less like politicians&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2663801375722227401?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2663801375722227401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/everybody-knows-but-nobody-really-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2663801375722227401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2663801375722227401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/everybody-knows-but-nobody-really-knows.html' title='Everybody Knows But Nobody Really Knows'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-1183163800557046074</id><published>2011-11-27T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:36:14.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeet Skeet Skeet</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="369" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JNQIGtFJmrQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I wanna try this one day hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-1183163800557046074?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/1183163800557046074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/skeet-skeet-skeet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1183163800557046074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1183163800557046074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/skeet-skeet-skeet.html' title='Skeet Skeet Skeet'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JNQIGtFJmrQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-726514673427880046</id><published>2011-11-25T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:55:29.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youngest Fire</title><content type='html'>Girls who need to be treated like princesses don't end up as functionally healthy members of society. They can't handle not getting what they want and that doesn't translate well into being a responsible, socially capable member of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting used to being treated like a princess leads one to expect a lot of things out of others that they simply don't deserve. I can't deal with women (and men, for that matter) who expect to be treated a certain way because they're self-centered, spoiled brats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-726514673427880046?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/726514673427880046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/youngest-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/726514673427880046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/726514673427880046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/youngest-fire.html' title='Youngest Fire'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-442946672134216234</id><published>2011-11-25T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:51:54.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Fuck It Take So Long For</title><content type='html'>The dopest shit is when someone says that they hope the rest of your day is nice. Or when they ask you how your day was, and they completely mean it. Having someone important to me genuinely want to know how my day was gives me this incredible feeling that I can't even describe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-442946672134216234?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/442946672134216234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-fuck-it-take-so-long-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/442946672134216234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/442946672134216234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-fuck-it-take-so-long-for.html' title='What the Fuck It Take So Long For'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-75328614318906004</id><published>2011-11-25T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:42:36.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is a Battle I Face</title><content type='html'>One of the biggest things that gets to me is when I feel that I haven't been a good friend. I know without a shadow of a doubt that overall, I am a great friend. However, there are times, especially lately, that I feel that I've failed my friends. Whether it be not hanging out enough, not being there when I said I'd be, or just not being energetic, I know that I definitely haven't been entirely there for my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-75328614318906004?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/75328614318906004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/everyday-is-battle-i-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/75328614318906004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/75328614318906004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/everyday-is-battle-i-face.html' title='Everyday is a Battle I Face'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-7474949998292133907</id><published>2011-11-25T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:30:20.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Less But See It Grow</title><content type='html'>I have no need to defend my taste in music (nor my taste in any kind of art) to anyone. Following the same logic, no one else needs to defend their taste in music. I like the music I like because I like the way it makes me feel (or for whatever arbitrary reason I like it) and that's the only thing that matters. Fuck you if you don't approve of my musical taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like all the music I listen to are guilty pleasures. I really don't care one way or another if you approve, I enjoy it so suck my cack and call me Sally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-7474949998292133907?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/7474949998292133907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/think-less-but-see-it-grow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7474949998292133907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7474949998292133907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/think-less-but-see-it-grow.html' title='Think Less But See It Grow'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-882970939605470369</id><published>2011-11-25T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T16:37:10.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Gentlemen Only</title><content type='html'>I think it's a mark of maturity to be able to accept that you live in a world where Justin Bieber, Soulja boy, or (insert artist whose music you dont like) exists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people would have you believe that the world is going to end because people like Lil Wayne exist. They say how terrible things are and "wish things were how they were back then." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the logic behind this because there's always been art that has been considered wack. It's existed back in the 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's and it still exists now. That's just a function of art. Not everyone is going to like every piece of art. Everyone has different tastes in art because it's all subjective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to complain about how bad things are and wish bad on people simply because they listen to or make art that you don't enjoy is very immature. We should be able to take a deep breath, realize that not everyone has the same taste in art, and keep it pushing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, note that if this applies to the Soulja Boy and Lil Waynes of the world, it still has to apply to less controversial artists like Adele, Little Brother and A Tribe Called Quest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-882970939605470369?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/882970939605470369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-gentlemen-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/882970939605470369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/882970939605470369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-gentlemen-only.html' title='For Gentlemen Only'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-6491257627475091785</id><published>2011-11-25T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:25:51.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Would You Go With a Lasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="369" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ggKwTvDHfHk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circlejerking all over my music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-6491257627475091785?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/6491257627475091785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-would-you-go-with-lasso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6491257627475091785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6491257627475091785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-would-you-go-with-lasso.html' title='Where Would You Go With a Lasso'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ggKwTvDHfHk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2662877507753055503</id><published>2011-11-21T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:21:29.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sweetened, You're Doomed For A Well Garnished Life</title><content type='html'>I used to look for girls who shared the same interests as me. I wanted a girl who likes the Lakers, Drake and first person shooters. That way, we could talk about the same things, compare our views on those things and all that cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, however, I've figured that it really isn't all that important to me that me and a girl have exactly the same interests. It's okay if she doesn't share the same love for AC Milan. She could have never watched a game of soccer for all I care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care more that she is willing to learn, that she wants me to tell her and teach her about everything I'm passionate about. She doesn't listen to Childish Gambino? That's fine, we can listen to his music together and hopefully she'll learn to love it. And even if she doesn't end up loving it, it doesn't have any bearing on whether or not she's a great girlfriend. Only thing that's different is now I know that I might have to skip his songs when we're playing my ipod in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'd be really cute, trying to get my girl into the same things that I'm interested in (and vice versa). It'd be really cool, teaching her all I know about the strong side zone defense. It'd be sooo cool, telling her what I think the Weeknd could be talking about in a particular song and what that song means to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'd be even cooler for me to learn about what my girl is into. Seeing her talk so passionately about things she's interested in is always a HUGE turn on for me. I love to ask questions and get her thinking about things that she might have never thought about before. Taking the role of an ignorant student is something I love doing when I'm getting to know someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2662877507753055503?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2662877507753055503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-sweetened-youre-doomed-for-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2662877507753055503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2662877507753055503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-sweetened-youre-doomed-for-well.html' title='So Sweetened, You&apos;re Doomed For A Well Garnished Life'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-7605781731014913135</id><published>2011-11-17T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T10:13:38.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will it End, the Ride</title><content type='html'>Too many women hide behind the idea that they are supposed to be emotional creatures. They ignore logic and reason and look at emotion as the only thing they should focus on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the coin, too many men don't put enough focus on their emotions, or look at their emotions in too much of a masculine sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got to get past these social constructions that tell us how to be manly or lady-like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-7605781731014913135?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/7605781731014913135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-will-it-end-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7605781731014913135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7605781731014913135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-will-it-end-ride.html' title='When Will it End, the Ride'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-7821291264261394489</id><published>2011-11-13T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T12:39:44.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna Do It Right</title><content type='html'>music is a collection of sounds that makes us feel one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether or not an artist is a good live performer has no bearing on how much i enjoy listening to the studio version of their music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-7821291264261394489?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/7821291264261394489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-wanna-do-it-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7821291264261394489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7821291264261394489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-wanna-do-it-right.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna Do It Right'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-3668063027085376276</id><published>2011-11-13T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T12:20:41.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the Same Dude</title><content type='html'>"Be Ashamed to Die, Until You Have Scored Some Victory for Humanity." -Horace Mann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remain unconvinced that anything other than rapid decomposition is the fate of my body and mind after death." -Neil deGrasse Tyson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-3668063027085376276?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/3668063027085376276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-same-dude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3668063027085376276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3668063027085376276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-same-dude.html' title='I&apos;m the Same Dude'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2541950708823378799</id><published>2011-11-12T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T17:12:27.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Someone To Put This Weight On</title><content type='html'>I see people who worry too much about being someone who gives good advice. This leads them to interrupt conversations with a need to interject every little tidbit of advice they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I think it's better to listen without interrupting. Have someone tell you a story and then lead the discussion in a way so that the other person figures out the best solution by themselves. Your job as a good listener is to guide their thought process so that they think in a way that leaves them in a healthy position. If they stray and start taking an unhealthy position, that's where you interject and point out why that might not be the best course of action. Other than that, you should encourage the other person to keep talking and to understand for themselves why or why not what they are doing is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2541950708823378799?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2541950708823378799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-need-someone-to-put-this-weight-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2541950708823378799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2541950708823378799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-need-someone-to-put-this-weight-on.html' title='I Need Someone To Put This Weight On'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-960847106532746243</id><published>2011-11-11T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T08:38:12.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm Down, You Found Me</title><content type='html'>Long road trips by myself are the biggest high for me. Driving with my windows down, music blasting, mindlessly navigating my way through traffic gives me SUCH an escape from the stresses in my life.&lt;br /&gt;In my car, music blasting, I can be frank ocean. I can be 2pac. I can be aristotle. I can be 5 year old me. I can be extremely proud of myself, and 10 minutes later be absolutely disappointed in myself. I can reminisce about the troubles I've had with girls. I can scheme out the ways I plan on getting at these future girls. I can yell til my lungs get sore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-960847106532746243?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/960847106532746243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/long-road-trips-by-myself-are-biggest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/960847106532746243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/960847106532746243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/long-road-trips-by-myself-are-biggest.html' title='Calm Down, You Found Me'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-5541996707204808069</id><published>2011-11-10T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T17:25:49.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't shit</title><content type='html'>She got me looking like a fucking gump. Got me checking my fucking NEWS FEED, refreshing every few minutes, hoping and praying she replied to my post. You're fucking pathetic ryan, you're pathetic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-5541996707204808069?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/5541996707204808069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-aint-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5541996707204808069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5541996707204808069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-aint-shit.html' title='I ain&apos;t shit'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-6714144309947296543</id><published>2011-11-10T11:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:19:26.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Place We Can Visit If We Go Outside</title><content type='html'>I remember back in the day, when I was maybe 6 or 7, when my dad would ask me “if bad guys came in and tried to kill us, what would you do?” I would respond by air-fighting, showing off the kung-fu and karate skills I picked up from watching Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers and The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. That must’ve been the cutest sight ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-6714144309947296543?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/6714144309947296543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/theres-place-we-can-visit-if-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6714144309947296543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6714144309947296543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/theres-place-we-can-visit-if-we-go.html' title='There&apos;s a Place We Can Visit If We Go Outside'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-7016511589093294796</id><published>2011-11-08T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T12:49:35.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck These Backpackers</title><content type='html'>One of the biggest reasons why I can't wait to get into another relationship is that whenever I get into one, I inevitably learn SO much about myself. They sort of act as a gauge of where I'm at in my life. I learn a lot about how I feel about different things. I can then turn around and look at how I felt about those same exact things years ago and look at my growth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-7016511589093294796?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/7016511589093294796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/fuck-these-backpackers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7016511589093294796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7016511589093294796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/fuck-these-backpackers.html' title='Fuck These Backpackers'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-6655623454673496580</id><published>2011-11-06T01:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T01:12:36.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Sure It Aint Wack</title><content type='html'>I remember thinking "I miss the feeling of having a girl make me nervous." Now that it's happened, I really wish it never happened lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-6655623454673496580?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/6655623454673496580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/make-sure-it-aint-wack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6655623454673496580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/6655623454673496580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/11/make-sure-it-aint-wack.html' title='Make Sure It Aint Wack'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-8928625157173073656</id><published>2011-10-29T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T21:37:06.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop it to the floor</title><content type='html'>At times I'm underrated. At times I'm overrated. I like to think that because of this, I'm perfectly rated. If anything, I'm average to above average, and that's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-8928625157173073656?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/8928625157173073656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/drop-it-to-floor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8928625157173073656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8928625157173073656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/drop-it-to-floor.html' title='Drop it to the floor'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-5634347596227397368</id><published>2011-10-25T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:52:45.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Name is the Same</title><content type='html'>When I browse the internet and see beautiful places in other countries that i've visited, i get this crazy surreal feeling. It makes me feel blessed to have taken in the surroundings. The view, the smells, the ambience. It makes me feel cool because I'm one of the few people I know who've taken in that experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the coin, with that feeling comes a feeling of smugness. I feel so damn smug, thinking I'm in some way unique or cool because I've been somewhere or done something that other people haven't. I'm always trying to reshape my view on this. Instead of feeling smug because I've accomplished something others haven't, I try to act in a way that encourages others to feel the positive feelings I got when I first went through that experience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-5634347596227397368?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/5634347596227397368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-name-is-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5634347596227397368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5634347596227397368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-name-is-same.html' title='Last Name is the Same'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-46959962794205387</id><published>2011-10-24T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:26:36.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Didn't Wanna Play Your Cards So Soon</title><content type='html'>Do I listen to this dark, edgy music that might lead deeper into emo-ness and sadness or do I fake the funk and listen to spunky, upbeat music and try to get away from being in a bad mood?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-46959962794205387?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/46959962794205387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-didnt-wanna-play-your-cards-so-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/46959962794205387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/46959962794205387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-didnt-wanna-play-your-cards-so-soon.html' title='You Didn&apos;t Wanna Play Your Cards So Soon'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2239516964478021911</id><published>2011-10-24T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:25:23.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tener es Tuve, Estar es Estuve</title><content type='html'>One of the things that scares me the most is dreading the day that I come out to my very religious mom and tell her that I'm atheist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2239516964478021911?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2239516964478021911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/tener-es-tuve-estar-es-estuve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2239516964478021911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2239516964478021911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/tener-es-tuve-estar-es-estuve.html' title='Tener es Tuve, Estar es Estuve'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-3454652502656240051</id><published>2011-10-22T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T12:53:24.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Street Corners</title><content type='html'>When people ask me how I've been, I damn near always give them the same answer: "Shit, nothing much, just the normal shit. Nothing too big, what about you?" While it's true that I really don't have much going on other than school, I definitely have a lot to talk about; it's just that I choose to share those things with a VERY select few people in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much more of a listener than a talker. Don't get me wrong; I can talk for days about certain subjects, but I very much prefer to listen to other people's opinions and thoughts on things. I know that there's many more people who are good at talking than people who are good at listening. I like to think that I'm in the latter. Knowing this, I try to fulfill my role as a "good" listener more than I try to fulfill my role as a talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: (This was sitting in my drafts, waiting to be posted. I was gonna make this its own post but I think it fits in well with this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very vocal with my opinions and ideas. I'm very much content with listening to other people and their ideas. I think it's a great thing, to hold back on what I'm thinking and take the time to listen to people instead. Lord knows most people don't often have someone there to listen to what they have to say. I like to think that I fill a very useful niche in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It blows my mind how much people have to say when you take the time to listen to them. Although it sometimes leaves me feeling like I want more people to listen to me and my feelings and ideas. I know I have a very easygoing, passive personality that might make it a little harder to sit down and listen to, but once you get past the wall I put up, I like to think that I'm a really interesting dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy cuz back when I wrote this edit, I felt like I was unique in having this feeling. But after rereading it after all this time, I feel like everyone can relate to this feeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-3454652502656240051?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/3454652502656240051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/dangerous-street-corners.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3454652502656240051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3454652502656240051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/dangerous-street-corners.html' title='Dangerous Street Corners'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-7882967080300963005</id><published>2011-10-18T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:01:45.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Reconsider My Foolish Notion</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CBhrYKQG1co" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this with my friends when I worked in a restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-7882967080300963005?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/7882967080300963005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/id-reconsider-my-foolish-notion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7882967080300963005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7882967080300963005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/id-reconsider-my-foolish-notion.html' title='I&apos;d Reconsider My Foolish Notion'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CBhrYKQG1co/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-275679015332813948</id><published>2011-10-10T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:27:44.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know How the Story Goes</title><content type='html'>If I were an artist, I don't think I'd make my art for an audience. I'd make it solely for myself. So if someone were to tell me what to do with my art, I'd politely tell them to "fuck off, I'm not doing this for you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-275679015332813948?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/275679015332813948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-know-how-story-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/275679015332813948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/275679015332813948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-know-how-story-goes.html' title='You Know How the Story Goes'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2552079601665944791</id><published>2011-10-09T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:30:37.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More questions, more answers</title><content type='html'>I've always been a very independent person who believes "i can do it by my motherfucking self." Damn near everything I need, I can do/provide by myself. But nights like these are when I'm sure that I still realize the value in being dependent on someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really use someone to rub my motherfucking back. Being sick isnt cool :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2552079601665944791?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2552079601665944791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/more-questions-more-answers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2552079601665944791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2552079601665944791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/more-questions-more-answers.html' title='More questions, more answers'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2971842976947601475</id><published>2011-10-08T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T03:52:02.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Wanna Get to Know You</title><content type='html'>i think i miss going on dates more than i miss sex. am i going crazy? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2971842976947601475?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2971842976947601475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/really-wanna-get-to-know-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2971842976947601475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2971842976947601475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/really-wanna-get-to-know-you.html' title='Really Wanna Get to Know You'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2995267550038046788</id><published>2011-10-06T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:50:31.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Want To Think This Through</title><content type='html'>There are MANY girls who I find attractive. Damn near all of them(hell, right now its all of them lol) have one or more things about them that I find unattractive enough that I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with them. I feel that this presents the perfect situation for hooking up. I might not like a few things about a girl, but that would have no real effect on whether or not we could hook up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not that kinda guy. I catch feelings much too easily to even entertain the idea of hooking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2995267550038046788?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2995267550038046788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-want-to-think-this-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2995267550038046788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2995267550038046788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-want-to-think-this-through.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want To Think This Through'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-8391112627691554298</id><published>2011-10-05T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:29:17.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Pious Pious Cuz God Loves Pious</title><content type='html'>I need a girl who I can trust to rub my head and assure me that I'm not a terrible person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-8391112627691554298?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/8391112627691554298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-pious-pious-cuz-god-loves-pious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8391112627691554298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8391112627691554298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-pious-pious-cuz-god-loves-pious.html' title='Is Pious Pious Cuz God Loves Pious'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-3484693190815505911</id><published>2011-10-04T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T01:16:18.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Got a Strong Arm</title><content type='html'>a real bro will put off getting pussy to play you in madden. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-3484693190815505911?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/3484693190815505911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/hes-got-strong-arm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3484693190815505911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3484693190815505911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/hes-got-strong-arm.html' title='He&apos;s Got a Strong Arm'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-8331570896568955479</id><published>2011-10-04T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:37:18.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What's On My Mind</title><content type='html'>the problem i have with the typical bachelor mentality is the way that it turns bros into competitive non-bros. two bros fighting over the same girl isnt cool at all. we're in this together bro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-8331570896568955479?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/8331570896568955479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-know-whats-on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8331570896568955479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8331570896568955479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-know-whats-on-my-mind.html' title='You Know What&apos;s On My Mind'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-5600840352567507946</id><published>2011-10-03T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T10:54:17.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are You Trying to Control it</title><content type='html'>its crazy how some of the memories and stories i thought were the most important to me only 3 years ago have been pushed aside by newer, more relevant memories. i thought that i'd never forget those times(and still maintain that), but nowadays i dont even worry about those memories anymore. instead of being relevant stories that i tell to anyone i meet, those stories have been set aside, relevant only for reminiscing and those nights of sharing and story telling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-5600840352567507946?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/5600840352567507946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-are-you-trying-to-control-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5600840352567507946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5600840352567507946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-are-you-trying-to-control-it.html' title='Why Are You Trying to Control it'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-5356346491702619454</id><published>2011-09-26T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:56:35.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss me</title><content type='html'>my acoustic guitar represents all the things i want to achieve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-5356346491702619454?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/5356346491702619454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/09/kiss-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5356346491702619454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5356346491702619454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/09/kiss-me.html' title='kiss me'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-5671343618191521032</id><published>2011-09-24T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:50:18.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I See You Lookin at Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28950183?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/28950183"&gt;Band Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/mayerhawthorne"&gt;MayerHawthorne&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this video. He sounds great live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, 500th post WOOTWOOT IMSOCOOLYEAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-5671343618191521032?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/5671343618191521032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-see-you-lookin-at-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5671343618191521032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5671343618191521032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-see-you-lookin-at-me.html' title='I See You Lookin at Me'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-4841782272856297248</id><published>2011-09-24T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T12:14:53.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its mr steal yo girl</title><content type='html'>chillin at a party, talking to a female acquaintance. she adds me on facebook using my phone. dude comes over, assuming im choppin it up, getting her number. she introduces us and he gives me the fakest, emptiest smile ive ever seen. shit was craaaaaazy. he'd be perfectly casted as a douchebag on a teen rom-com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that shit catches me off guard every time it happens (not that it happens very often, but you get the idea). if only dudes knew how much of a friend-zoner i am, lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-4841782272856297248?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/4841782272856297248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-mr-steal-yo-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/4841782272856297248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/4841782272856297248'/><link 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Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-4079878265850265761</id><published>2011-09-18T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T17:51:38.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Art of War Will Leave You Sore From the Abuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CmOuegK-6Gw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How's that soc degree working for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-4079878265850265761?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CmOuegK-6Gw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-9042865925729398257</id><published>2011-09-16T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T03:04:19.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught Up</title><content type='html'>Theres a time when listening to your emotions is the most logical decision you can make&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-9042865925729398257?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-1239211819059645733</id><published>2011-09-16T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T20:07:29.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Fix That Calendar I Have</title><content type='html'>My schedule lately has been perfect. I've had just enough time to do what I want to do. I even had time to have a cute "Friends" marathon con mi mama. I can't help but appreciate the hell out of this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-1239211819059645733?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/1239211819059645733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/09/gotta-fix-that-calendar-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1239211819059645733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1239211819059645733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/09/gotta-fix-that-calendar-i-have.html' title='Gotta Fix That Calendar I Have'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-3749859484084052540</id><published>2011-09-16T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T08:58:35.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Plan is Foolproof</title><content type='html'>Being a nice guy is a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I feel like people act *differently* around me (i.e. *nicer*) around me because I'm generally a good natured guy. People who are normally jerks and assholes recognize that I'm a decent guy and reciprocate the positivity. However, I sometimes feels that this behavior is disingenuous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might say this is a good thing but in some cases I would prefer people to be more consistent with their behavior. (This makes sense because people crave and need consistency, not constant change and inconsistency.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, &lt;br /&gt;i cant tell if people burden themselves because they dont wanna be the guy who inconveniences "the nice guy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not a "good guy" so that i could receive these benefits; they're collateral damage of my outlook and behavior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my main reason for being such a well-natured guy is that i want to be a good guy. its an end in and of itself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-3749859484084052540?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/3749859484084052540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2274201234562542655</id><published>2011-09-05T02:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T02:14:07.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a misanthrope</title><content type='html'>I hate everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2274201234562542655?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2274201234562542655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-misanthrope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2274201234562542655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2274201234562542655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-misanthrope.html' title='I am a misanthrope'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-1088727847444509645</id><published>2011-08-30T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:40:32.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No rhyme or reason</title><content type='html'>I am the king of friend zoning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-1088727847444509645?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/1088727847444509645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-rhyme-or-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1088727847444509645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1088727847444509645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-rhyme-or-reason.html' title='No rhyme or reason'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2963215969674031327</id><published>2011-08-30T20:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T13:04:33.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music snobs. Snobs in general</title><content type='html'>Drive stick really well. Drove in a way that made good mileage. Had great grammar. Spoke well. Great opinions and ideas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2963215969674031327?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2963215969674031327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/music-snobs-snobs-in-general.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2963215969674031327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2963215969674031327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/music-snobs-snobs-in-general.html' title='Music snobs. Snobs in general'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-98987326949913901</id><published>2011-08-26T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:10:57.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont have to leave anymore</title><content type='html'>im about to nut all over this final&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-98987326949913901?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/98987326949913901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-dont-have-to-leave-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/98987326949913901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/98987326949913901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-dont-have-to-leave-anymore.html' title='i dont have to leave anymore'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-1038757408945841373</id><published>2011-08-24T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:24:34.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's As Natural As the Birds And the Bees</title><content type='html'>Today I got a text from my uncle in the Philippines that my other uncle passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in 7th grade, a few weeks after my dad passed away, I was disinterested in school. I made an appointment with my school counselor not so much so I could talk to soemone about it, but just to have a reason to skip class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into her office, feeling terrible about what I was doing. I told her my situation and told her "I think i'm okay." She broke down and cried, which led to me crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted an excuse to get out of class; what ended up happening was an entirely different story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-1038757408945841373?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/1038757408945841373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-as-natural-as-birds-and-bees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1038757408945841373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1038757408945841373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-as-natural-as-birds-and-bees.html' title='It&apos;s As Natural As the Birds And the Bees'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-3857882381065492778</id><published>2011-08-24T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T17:56:39.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Chopped Some Onions</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" width="480" height="270" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/embed/video/xkio97"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xkio97_dennis-rodman-2011-hall-of-fame-speech-video_sport" target="_blank"&gt;Dennis Rodman 2011 Hall Of Fame Speech (VIDEO)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/3030fm" target="_blank"&gt;3030fm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-3857882381065492778?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/3857882381065492778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-chopped-some-onions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3857882381065492778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/3857882381065492778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-chopped-some-onions.html' title='I Chopped Some Onions'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-5042871404496955093</id><published>2011-08-24T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T17:55:52.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You Now</title><content type='html'>Kettrell was a leader at the after school program i was in during my elementary school years. He served as a mentor to me and I learned a lot about many things from him. While my Dad was off on WestPac, doing his navy business, Kettrell was teaching me how to be a good person and a man. He taught me how to play chess, something that sounds really small but was actually a really big deal in my life. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-5042871404496955093?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/5042871404496955093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-are-you-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5042871404496955093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/5042871404496955093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-are-you-now.html' title='Where Are You Now'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-4144158010265869198</id><published>2011-08-16T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:36:57.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't take your love away</title><content type='html'>starting my day thirsty, ending it simpin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-4144158010265869198?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/4144158010265869198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-take-your-love-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/4144158010265869198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/4144158010265869198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-take-your-love-away.html' title='don&apos;t take your love away'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-2800617556260987036</id><published>2011-08-13T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T20:07:13.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many People Telling Me One Way</title><content type='html'>"There is only one reason to break up a relationship, and that's if continuing the relationship makes you unhappy. Some people are unhappy without enough sex, some can manage, but if one part is unhappy, that's a good enough reason to leave."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-2800617556260987036?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/2800617556260987036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-many-people-telling-me-one-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2800617556260987036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/2800617556260987036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-many-people-telling-me-one-way.html' title='So Many People Telling Me One Way'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-1985402648418936607</id><published>2011-08-03T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T23:07:52.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Have an Inferiority Complex</title><content type='html'>I've noticed two different personality modes I have. (I guess you can only have one personality, but you get the idea lol.) I have one where I'm very quiet, reserved and respectful. The other mode is where I'm very social, unfiltered and hilarious. I wish I could break out the latter more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-1985402648418936607?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/1985402648418936607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-think-i-have-inferiority-complex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1985402648418936607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/1985402648418936607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-think-i-have-inferiority-complex.html' title='I Think I Have an Inferiority Complex'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-213297448607462802</id><published>2011-07-30T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T06:08:52.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Time Do You Get Off? I Wanna See You Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aW9MM0r-rlY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy how a seemingly trivial lyric can bring out such a strong emotion out of you. I love feelings like this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-213297448607462802?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/213297448607462802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-time-do-you-get-off-i-wanna-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/213297448607462802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/213297448607462802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-time-do-you-get-off-i-wanna-see.html' title='What Time Do You Get Off? I Wanna See You Tonight'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aW9MM0r-rlY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-8857376629240201063</id><published>2011-07-27T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T20:51:08.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/oqFM2C"&gt;Facebook beezy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-8857376629240201063?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-780206899484367181</id><published>2011-07-18T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T23:08:04.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tip drill</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="405" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0WQaqeC_wME" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip to 1:40 for a life changing tip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-780206899484367181?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/780206899484367181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-7120416013438481663</id><published>2011-07-17T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:31:14.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#toyotapreviaswag</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="405" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Wow3g5rGw5Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can watch this without smiling, you have no soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-7120416013438481663?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/7120416013438481663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-4886487631411400866</id><published>2011-07-17T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T10:33:57.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worldtourawardtour</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VCpBGXZudzU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was here for this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-4886487631411400866?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/4886487631411400866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/07/worldtourawardtour.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-8435118457401580126</id><published>2011-07-12T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:16:39.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ive gotta find a way to bring the passion back</title><content type='html'>people confuse being a good flirt with being easy. guys and girls who are easy are often considered good flirts because they're more than willing to put themselves out there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-8435118457401580126?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/8435118457401580126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/07/ive-gotta-find-way-to-bring-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8435118457401580126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/8435118457401580126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/07/ive-gotta-find-way-to-bring-passion.html' title='ive gotta find a way to bring the passion back'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527920367484728315.post-7940683623533550065</id><published>2011-07-12T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:16:13.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're like a whildphyre</title><content type='html'>I used to have this mindset that I would never date a girl who I didn't find to be intelligent. If she didn't have great grammar, didn't know basic facts that most people should know, or carry herself in a respectable way, I just wouldn't fuck with her on any kind of level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that its not about their intelligence anymore, its about their curiosity. They don't need to be the smartest person in the world, but if she's not a curious person who wants to know more and is actively pursuing more and more knowledge, I'm not fucking with her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5527920367484728315-7940683623533550065?l=tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/feeds/7940683623533550065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/07/youre-like-whildphyre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7940683623533550065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5527920367484728315/posts/default/7940683623533550065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tonightsaspirations.blogspot.com/2011/07/youre-like-whildphyre.html' title='you&apos;re like a whildphyre'/><author><name>Rye Rye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175604828232344309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
