<?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-9267299</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:43:12.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Eat The Yellow Snow: 100 More Things</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donteattheyellowsnow-100morethings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9267299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donteattheyellowsnow-100morethings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021473137188767163</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9267299.post-110356177851132292</id><published>2004-12-20T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:09:07.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Don't actually know if I have 100 more things to say about myself. But even if I don't, I can make them up and you will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wear a set of stainless steel US Army Style dog tags inscribed with my real details (including blood type) and Halo alias (Snowman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I also used the serial number on my guitar on the tags. CY03044065&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Also about my neck I wear a coin on a chain. Ma bought me the chain for graduation, the coin is of Asiatic origin and is supposedly good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I didn't own a pair of standard blue jeans until 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I freeking LOVE mangoes. I could eat mangoes all day, every day, for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I dwell too much on everything. Especially on my relationships with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I dwell a lot on friendship problems. I get obsessed with romantic life problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Until recently, I cared way way too much about what people think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Despite the fact that I work pizza delivery, I seem to find the silver lining of any job that I do, and subsequently wind up enjoying working quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My mind; ultimately too busy. I tend to drift, daydream and generally not concentrate on things that I am meant to. At any given time, I am writing songs, making humorous observations for blog entries, writing blog entries, scheduling my day etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I like poetry. Some of my favourite poets include T.S Eliot, Robert Frost, Poe, Dawe and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have a thing for girls who can kick my ass. This doesn't necessarily mean physically beat me up, but beat me on sarcasm and call me on my bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. In short, I like girls with pluck, moxie, (I wanna say 'balls', but that could be misconstrued), strong willed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Though I am not gay, I support gay marriage. I strongly believe that gay marriage is now, what inter-racial marriages used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I have a few bi-sexual friends who I respect immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I like to think I have a very live and let live philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I don't know if anyone believes that I'm like that, but I try as hard as possible to not let prejudice get in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I can't really dance. But I like to try, much to the amusement of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Had to write this list by printing a copy of the other 100 things list and looking through it constantly to make sure nothing was repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Named my Red Holden VP Commodore "Caroline" after the song "Sweet Caroline." I did this because my car is a whore and breaks down frequently, but I love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. My maternal Grandfather suffers from Altzheimer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. This is particularly sad, because he was one of the smartest people I knew. He could fix anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My paternal Grandfather died 2 years before I was born. We don't know why, there was never an autopsy. He did however drink and smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. He served in Korea, and met my Grandmother over there. He was also in a jeep that went over a landmine, which gave him back problems for the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I suck at buying gifts for people. They are almost always lame. I don't think I have ever bought a good gift for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. My car always smells funny because the air-conditioned leaks water onto my left foot while I drive causing wet carpet and a mildewy smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The air freshener that hangs from my mirror is a pine tree that smells like an apple. God bless genetic engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Sometimes used sleeping pills to help me sleep. I used to use scotch. More recently have been using a form of Meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Generally decided recently to try to improve myself. Started meditating. Find myself calmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I have this constant fear that if I spend too much time alone, I will break down into some sort of psycho who carries a hunting knife strapped to his shin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I love blues guitar. Especially &lt;a href="http://www.awpi.com/SRV/"&gt;SRV&lt;/a&gt;, but I don't discriminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I frequently get into situations where "my mouth runneth over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. This leaves me into some awkward silences, odd glares and situations where my foot winds up solidly in mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. My vision of the afterlife is best captured by&lt;a href="http://www.arches.uga.edu/%7Eredman/divinebio.html"&gt; Dante's Divine Comedy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I know what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Not really, but I am actually pretty decent at reading people based on their body language and mannerisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Of course, this skill completely disappears if you are hitting on me. You practically have to rip off your clothes and jump me before I get the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I also absorb syntax fairly well. I am guilty of taking on other peoples expressions and colloquialisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I have some really very odd traditions and superstitions. The oddest of which involves yellow underwear and New years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Nick is teaching himself piano to be able to play "&lt;a href="http://www.moron.nl/lyrics.php?id=42698&amp;artist=Matchbox%2020"&gt;3am&lt;/a&gt;" by &lt;a href="http://matchboxtwenty.com/"&gt;Matchbox 20&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Nick is referring to himself in the third person because he got sick of writing "I this" and "I that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Sometimes I will be gripped by the uncontrollable urge to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. I will bitch and moan about how much I hate Christmas up until Christmas Eve, then I will suddenly be filled with Christmas cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I think it's the shopping and carols and TV specials I hate, not the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I frequently have large delusions of grandeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I hate writing about myself because I either think it makes me sound like an egocentric asshole or a depressing loser with no self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. But I do love the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I like to claim I am a romantic, but I don't know wether it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. I talk in elevators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. I have very geeky fan/school boy crushes on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004950/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnxteD0yMHxzZz0xfGxtPTIwMHx0dD1vbnxwbj0wfHE9SmVubmlmZXIgR2FybmVyfGh0bWw9MXxubT1vbg__;fc=1;ft=20;fm=1"&gt;Jennifer Garner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000204/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnxteD0yMHxzZz0xfGxtPTIwMHx0dD1vbnxwbj0wfHE9TmF0YWxpZSBQb3J0bWFufGh0bWw9MXxubT1vbg__;fc=1;ft=6;fm=1"&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000239/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnxteD0yMHxzZz0xfGxtPTIwMHx0dD1vbnxwbj0wfHE9TGl2IFR5bGVyfGh0bWw9MXxubT1vbg__;fc=1;ft=16"&gt;Liv Tyler,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005017/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnxteD0yMHxzZz0xfGxtPTIwMHx0dD1vbnxwbj0wfHE9S2F0aWUgSG9sbWVzfGh0bWw9MXxubT1vbg__;fc=1;ft=9"&gt;Katie Holmes&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001631/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnxteD0yMHxzZz0xfGxtPTIwMHx0dD1vbnxwbj0wfHE9U2FyYWggUG9sbGV5fGh0bWw9MXxubT1vbg__;fc=1;ft=20"&gt;Sarah Polley&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. This is entirely due to their performances in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0285333/"&gt;Alias,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0333766/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnxteD0yMHxzZz0xfGxtPTIwMHx0dD1vbnxwbj0wfHE9R2FyZGVuIFN0YXRlfGh0bWw9MXxubT1vbg__;fc=1;ft=9"&gt;Garden State&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0300051/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnxteD0yMHxzZz0xfGxtPTIwMHx0dD1vbnxwbj0wfHE9SmVyc2V5IEdpcmx8aHRtbD0xfG5tPW9u;fc=1;ft=4;fm=1"&gt;Jersey Girl&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118300/"&gt;Dawson's Creek&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0139239/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnxteD0yMHxzZz0xfGxtPTIwMHx0dD1vbnxwbj0wfHE9R298aHRtbD0xfG5tPW9u;fc=1;ft=6;fm=1"&gt;Go&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0139239/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnxteD0yMHxzZz0xfGxtPTIwMHx0dD1vbnxwbj0wfHE9R298aHRtbD0xfG5tPW9u;fc=1;ft=6;fm=1"&gt;Go&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. I love stand-up, to the point where I have whole sketches memorised from anything I have seen in the last 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. This also means I have been repeating sketches and jokes to the point that my friends are sick of them, and know that it isn't my material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. This does mean however that when I stick my own material in, they don't think its me, and I can blame someone else if it is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Sometimes I crack jokes to diffuse tension. It doesn't always work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. I know that I am a nerdy loser, but deep down I like to pretend that I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. I don't like birthdays because I dont like people treating me as if I am special. It makes me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. The thing most people can't stand about me is the fact that I constantly crack my knuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. The other thing most people can't stand about me is I am rude, crude and generally disagreeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm ok once you get to know me. I just make a shitty first impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. I think I have a non-sexual crush on Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. I hate judging people against other people. Especially when it comes to romantic entanglements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. I hate mushrooms. If I wanted to eat fungus I would chow down on tinea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. I hate using the words love and hate lightly. They are two words that are too strong to use flippantly. (Wow, that sentence contained too, two and to!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. I handwrite one of two ways. One is a horribly outdated cursive scrawl that is too spidery and illegible (and was once accused of being too fancy) to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. This forced me to develop a mini-caps print style which I use for most things other people have to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. When stressed, I often switch between the two at will. This leads to interesting exam situations when different questions and sometimes different sentences are in different handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. When I was little, I was awesome at hide and seek. I once lay under a house for two hours and only came out when people started to actually worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. My most memorable moment to date was an exit after a relationship break-up that was almost perfectly from a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. I screwed it up by going back to destroy what was left of my dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. I wish I could sing well. The jury is out, half the people I know tell me I have an alright voice, the other half throw things at me until I stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. I am both the most and least patient person I know. I can stand in line for hours, but will snap at something small and stupid when it tests my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. I would consider getting a tattoo but only if it was something really really cool (Something really cool to me, would of course be horribly lame to everyone else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Sometimes I will get in odd moods where I have to teach myself something new. Wether that is a handful of phrases in a new language, how to juggle, how to cook a certain dish or how to mix a certain drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. I am yet to work out wether this is a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Deep down I have always wanted to be the absolute best at something, but have had to settle for being alright at lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. My senses get unusually sharp at night, reinforcing my opinion that I am nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. For a reasonably big guy, I can move almost anywhere almost silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.  This was a fact that scared many people at various school camps in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. I love kids, and yet am horribly awkward and odd around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. This is something that I hope I will remedy before I am a father/uncle/grandfather/cool older cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. One of my goals in life is to be an awesome father and a kickass grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. I keep coolant, a change of old clothes, a change of good going out clothes, a change of work clothes, tools, a blanket, a jack and a box of latex gloves in the boot of my car. Just in case I get called out, to work, or my car breaks down again while I am on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Sometimes I will stare into space and go almost catatonic for no reason. It is probably because I am either thinking or arguing with my internal monologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. "Kinky" is my favourite word in my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. I sometimes put on infomercials to help me sleep. The ones with knives are my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. One day, I too would like to cut a shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. I am a dog person. Dogs love me. I like cats too, but cats don't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. When meeting me for the first time, people tend to think that I am shy, awkward, introverted, cold or stand-offish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. In reality; I just like to watch people before I open up to them. People who know me would say that all of the above are untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Writing this many things about yourself is actually quite life-altering. It makes you look at yourself funny. As if you just made a bad joke about yourself to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. I love getting snail mail, Until I realise 9 times out of ten, they want my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. The number 94 always makes me think of Star Wars. I'm a nerd like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. I like to think that I am artistic and creative, but am constantly afraid that people are going&lt;br /&gt;to tell me that my writing/songs/anything else are utter crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. I love &lt;a href="http://www.converse.com/index.asp?bhcp=1"&gt;Chuck Taylor's&lt;/a&gt; to the point of obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Although I am studying a degree in Forensic And Analytical Chemistry, I still don't ACTUALLY know what I want to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Suggested careers have been: Journalist, Criminalist, Medical Doctor, Therapist, Councillor, Teacher, Actor, Musician, Police Officer, Lawyer and Psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. I made myself sit up until 3am to finish this damn list. The song "3am" was on repeat the entire time. The irony was not lost on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Writing 200 different things about yourself is actually fucking hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. I wrote that whole list without making a single spelling mistake.&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: I wrote that whole list, only making a single spelling mistake. 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