<?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-7711069</id><updated>2011-07-06T20:58:46.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching the Sickness</title><subtitle type='html'>A look through the eyes of an individual who percieves the world in "different" eyes.  Basically, I'm a mushy love sick puppy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-116236294142912161</id><published>2006-11-01T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T00:35:41.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i totally forgot about this page</title><content type='html'>well well,&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have discovered myself.  It's been a long while since I have last seen this site.  So a quick update is in order.  I got married may 14, 2005... i think and i now have a baby boy who was born on sept 18, 2006.  he is the cutest thing and a little over 6wks now and a little over 10 lbs.  I live in WV  and I work for a hardwood flooring factory.  My wife and I are trying to start up a coffee shop, so we will see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-116236294142912161?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/116236294142912161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=116236294142912161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/116236294142912161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/116236294142912161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-totally-forgot-about-this-page.html' title='i totally forgot about this page'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109469155567082436</id><published>2004-09-08T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:59:15.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here, just lazy</title><content type='html'>Busy?  Is that the reason for my inadequate blogging?  No, it is lazyness.  I have been doing pretty good with my classes so far and I am excited about the upcomming semester.  Me and Ashley are still doing great (and always will be).  I have to go to devo's now, so alas, this is a short post.  I'll try to write more often so until then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109469155567082436?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109469155567082436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109469155567082436' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109469155567082436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109469155567082436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-still-here-just-lazy.html' title='I&apos;m still here, just lazy'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109359041665909443</id><published>2004-08-27T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T02:06:56.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New IM</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm still alive.  Been busy, and now I am trying not to get sick.  I am going to start using a new AIM name.  Instead of AOFratBoy, I am going to start trying to be SuperSickler.  So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109359041665909443?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109359041665909443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109359041665909443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109359041665909443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109359041665909443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-im.html' title='New IM'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109316236259537354</id><published>2004-08-22T03:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T03:12:42.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's been a while. I got Ashley the other day and we are now both in Longview. It's good. School is about to start and I am ready. I have been working a lot lately and spending most of my free time with my Better Half. It's really late and I have to work tomorrow morning, so I was just letting Ya'll know I am still alive. Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109316236259537354?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109316236259537354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109316236259537354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109316236259537354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109316236259537354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109263083636019051</id><published>2004-08-15T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T23:33:56.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>Hey. I don't know whats up right now. I am sleepy. My emotions are running high right now and I just feel like blaa. I should probably just go to sleep. I am watching FUSE. The Lost Prophets just came on. The song is Wake Up. It's pretty good. I am going to be happy when this summer is over. I will finally be able to see Ashley everyday. It's been a long summer. I don't know how many of you thought that we wouldn't make it through, but we did. It's great. Almost 7 months. I am so ready to marry her. Soon enough that time will come. I know what I am feeling now. I need a hug. I really do. I'm gonna see my lady tomorrow, so I guess I'll have to wait till then. I have just been on an emotional rollercoaster these last few months. it's been hard not being able to see Ash as often as we would have liked. It's all over though, for good. Well, I guess I'll stop moping to everyone, which is probably all about 3 people. So.....Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109263083636019051?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109263083636019051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109263083636019051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109263083636019051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109263083636019051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/08/emotional-rollercoaster.html' title='Emotional Rollercoaster'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109254834950539586</id><published>2004-08-15T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T00:39:09.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazy Prophet Guy</title><content type='html'>Yet another day in the life of Jeff. I like working...still. I feel like I have accomplished something, and I have. Having no goal in life, living one day to the next with nothing to do, makes a person feel worthless in the long run. I was starting to feel that. Even with a girlfriend, I still felt no good. Working at Joe's has givin me a renewed look at my future. I have ambition, goals and determination that I didn't have before. All of that is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;So this crazy guy who calls himself Prophet comes into Joe's today. He's talking crazy about how his name isn't put in the computer because thats sacrilegious. He caught my ear, and basically I wanted to argue with him. A little later, he is talking to a boy named Mark, who may come to LU in a year to study Christian Ministry, about how nobody studies and parents are paying for their kids to goof off in college. I came out from washing dishes and just stood and looked at him. He turned the conversation on me and asked where I went to school. I replied with "LeTourneau." He then asked if I studied and I told him that I hadn't much in the past, but that I was determined to this semester. He started ranting about how I waste My parents money and how I am no good. I informed him that I am now paying for college on my own and my parents aren't involved financially anymore. He said he got that answer all the time, but our parents were still paying for it because of all the years they put into our upbringing. Now he did have some flaws in his argument. 1st of all, our parents were blessed by having us. We are a gift from God, and it is our parents responsibility to bring us up to be good citizens. Even though they did put time and money into our schooling, it's the parents responsibility, by law. 2ndly I am not a waste of time and money by my parents. I am one cool cat. What Prophet was trying to get across, and I let him know I got what he was saying, was that our parents "pay" for our education and whatever else not only by money, but with their love, and hopes of a better future for us. So even if they don't pay financially, they still invested in our lives and our future, and we should do our best and study study study. He was still a little offensive though. He was proud that I was smellin what he was steppin in though.&lt;br /&gt;I work again from 11-7 on Sunday, and then I get to call my wonderful beautiful girlfriend, Ashley, and then on Monday I am going back down to College Station to help her pack and move out and back to Longview for school. I am ready to get crackin on those book. I'll be psyched for the 1st week, and then I'll wish the year was over again. Thats the cycle. Anyway, until later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109254834950539586?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109254834950539586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109254834950539586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109254834950539586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109254834950539586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/08/crazy-prophet-guy.html' title='The Crazy Prophet Guy'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109246455699702688</id><published>2004-08-14T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T01:22:36.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion within</title><content type='html'>The night is wearing away slowly and it's hard for me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I am missing you and the feeling is getting deep&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel when your near gives me a high&lt;br /&gt;that cannot be matched by a marajuana pie&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, with a love that's untouched&lt;br /&gt;and words can hardly describe the passion within&lt;br /&gt;A passionionate love with a little kids grin&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy every day&lt;br /&gt;and every day in a different way&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason that I've found a way&lt;br /&gt;to reach deep inside and find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;I love you no matter what and I'll always be true&lt;br /&gt;To the woman of my dreams, that woman is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109246455699702688?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109246455699702688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109246455699702688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109246455699702688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109246455699702688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/08/passion-within.html' title='Passion within'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109237667148481802</id><published>2004-08-13T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T00:57:51.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I just got back from the best week of my life so far. I met Ashley's Grandparents and that went great. They like me so far. Mia (the grandmom) is just the sweetest lil lady ever. It was a fun week. I'm back for now. The plan so far is for Ash to come up here the 17th. I'm gonna be back down in College Station Monday night if everything comes together as planned. I get to go back to work at 4p.m. That'll be fun. I kinda know how to make this oreo drink that Sweet Eugenes has, so I am going to try to perfect my mad drink making skills on the Oreo Java Shake. The more I talk with Ashley about coffee and opening our own place, the more excited I get. It's going to be so much fun. School is about to start and that's exciting. I am ready for everyone to get back. Anyway, I am going to finish doing my laundry, go to bed and dream of my beautiful girlfriend who I miss so much even though I saw her 5 hours ago. Until the next night I decide to blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109237667148481802?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109237667148481802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109237667148481802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109237667148481802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109237667148481802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109173719746390045</id><published>2004-08-05T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T15:19:57.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I wrote this totally great angry song.  Than I accidentally deleted it all.  So I guess I'll just post this sad farewell to the greatest angry song I ever wrote.  Farwell my angry song, farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109173719746390045?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109173719746390045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109173719746390045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109173719746390045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109173719746390045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/08/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109165066662427841</id><published>2004-08-04T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T15:17:46.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>What am I going to do today? Work....again. It's not bad. I really enjoy it. Sometimes, though, standing around and making drinks for people for 8 hours is a little...um...long. I'm happy to be off after today for a week. I really need a break from work, and I need to see my girl. Hopefully everything works out so we can visit her grandparents for the weekend. School is starting up again soon, and I am pretty excited. I have decided that I am going to do well in my classes this semester. I am shooting for A's and B's. I saw a Sylvan learning center commercial this summer when I went home, (Ashley went with me) and this kid brought home his report card (he was like 12) and his mom was so proud of him. I cried. Yeah, I am sappy, but touching moments like that get to me. I want to make my mommy cry by getting good grades and making her proud of me. Right now as it stands, I have been a disappointment. Her words. I also want to get good grades because I want to be able to provide a good life for my future family. Anyway, I better get ready for work.  Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109165066662427841?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109165066662427841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109165066662427841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109165066662427841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109165066662427841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109150765917017489</id><published>2004-08-02T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T23:34:19.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I still got it!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I still got it.  Even though I have been responsible the last few days, I thought I should brush up on my sleeping skills.  I went to bed around 2am. and didn't wake up till 4pm.  Oh yeah, I'm the man.  Anyway, I work tomorrow and Wed. 4-close.  Then I get to see Ashley on Friday!!  I am going to hopefully be able to order the new cabinites for AO before I leave.  The kitchen is a mess and the new cabinites need to be finished by the time school starts.  SO yeah, Thats that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109150765917017489?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109150765917017489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109150765917017489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109150765917017489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109150765917017489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-still-got-it.html' title='I still got it!!!'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109150651089004051</id><published>2004-08-02T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T02:09:32.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seether - Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://launch.yahoo.com/artist/default.asp?artistID=1098270"&gt;http://launch.yahoo.com/artist/default.asp?artistID=1098270&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've gone away, you don't feel me, anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The worst is over now and we can breathe again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don’t feel like I am strong enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don’t feel like I am strong enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've gone away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't feel me here anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109150651089004051?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109150651089004051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109150651089004051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109150651089004051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109150651089004051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/08/seether-broken.html' title='Seether - Broken'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109141179921997817</id><published>2004-08-01T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T20:56:39.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>work, home, and other random stuff</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I worked another 8 hour shift. I'm good at it. I finally worked with the register. I now have the hang of just about everything. I've been left alone behind the counter for about 20min, and had to serve a few customers, so I am ready to be finished my training. I have a mark on my hand where I burned myself yesterday. One of many battle wounds to come, I'm sure. My roommate, Jake is back now. I was just starting to enjoy my peace and quiet, and then he comes back. I should kick him in the balls. I called my family today. My cousin, who is 17 I think, got pregnant. So another member is going to be added to my already big family. How do I feel about it? Well, you do the crime, you do the time. Pregnancy is always a possibility when having sex, even with birth control, so ya better be prepared to raise a kid if you're having sex. She knew that, and they definitely want to keep 'em, so that's good. I wouldn't want them to put 'em up for adoption anyway. On a different note, my brother is planning on breaking up with his girlfriend tonight. Mike and Emily have been dating, long distance, for the past 5 weeks, and He has realized how hard long distance relationships can be. He's sad, but at the same time a little relieved. He's only 15, so this was a good learning experience for him. My sister, Lauren and Greg, (her boyfriend) are doing good. Lauren is attending Bob Jones University next semester. In about 2 weeks, her and Mom are going to start packing and getting things ready. I know my mom will be real emotional. After Lauren is out, then they only have 1 more kid to go. My mom misses me a lot too. They wanted me to come home this summer, but I decided to stay here, so add my sister leaving on to that, will be extra emotionally draining on her. She is only 41, but she'll start to feel old. I'm a big mommas boy, so I miss her a lot. I miss my dad a lot too. We were always really good friends, even though he was always the discipliner. And I got my share of disciplining. That's why my butt is so toned today. I have a sexy butt. Anyway, Yeah, TMI. Have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109141179921997817?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109141179921997817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109141179921997817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109141179921997817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109141179921997817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/08/work-home-and-other-random-stuff.html' title='work, home, and other random stuff'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109141053318305380</id><published>2004-08-01T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T20:35:33.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival - Our Lady Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you're not a strong man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you're just about to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hang on it's all right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you worry about the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sign said "Yoga class for cats"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's okay...the dynamite is waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they bankrupted the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're frustrated by the cracks in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the pavement &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and every mother's back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the carnival closed down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but if this world ever turns around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when everyone is sane you'll be there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109141053318305380?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109141053318305380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109141053318305380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109141053318305380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109141053318305380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/08/carnival-our-lady-peace.html' title='Carnival - Our Lady Peace'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109137407948650246</id><published>2004-08-01T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T20:32:39.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 a.m.  Our Lady Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walked around my good intentions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and found that there were none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blame my father for the wasted years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we hardly talked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought I would forget this hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then a phone call made me realize &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I don't make it known that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've loved you all along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just like the sunny days that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we ignore because we're all dumb &amp;amp; jaded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I hope to God I figure out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what's wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walked around my room not thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just sinking in this box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blame myself for being too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like somebody else &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought I would just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bend this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109137407948650246?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109137407948650246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109137407948650246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109137407948650246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109137407948650246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/08/4-am-our-lady-peace.html' title='4 a.m.  Our Lady Peace'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109137374021044519</id><published>2004-08-01T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T10:22:20.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work Work.....</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I've been busy working the last few days, and I've been beat by the time I've gotten off, so I haven't blogged in a while.  I work again in a few min. today and tomorrow is my day off!!!  Thats super fun.  The jobs been going great, so thats great.  I am stoked about getting to see Ashley on Friday.  It's a much needed visit.  I miss her so much.  Anyway, I'll leave you to your internet surfing and what not.  Until next time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109137374021044519?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109137374021044519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109137374021044519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109137374021044519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109137374021044519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/08/work-work-work.html' title='Work Work Work.....'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109109726785021422</id><published>2004-07-29T05:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T05:34:27.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cigarette - Yellowcard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching the days burning out like a cigarette, just a few drags to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Built me up and broke me down somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything just seemed so clear to me, nothing left to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll love you right and I'll love you pure, right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can you say, that it's too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To save us now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I would wait for you, if you would wait for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will wait for you, if you would wait for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intoxicated the edge is serrated, so easily torn from the core&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blushed the first time, but you blushed the last time my eyes in your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;regenerated these feelings of hatred, I long for your love evermore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You built me up and you broke me down this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109109726785021422?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109109726785021422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109109726785021422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109109726785021422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109109726785021422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/cigarette-yellowcard.html' title='Cigarette - Yellowcard'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109109608655309713</id><published>2004-07-29T05:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T05:16:13.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake in Bed</title><content type='html'>Yes, the night is wearing on.&amp;nbsp; The darkness is now turning into light.&amp;nbsp; I should be fast asleep, but my mind is racing with thoughts of us.&amp;nbsp; Memories of our past, anticipations of our future, all swirl around in my head like a bittersweet symphony.&amp;nbsp; They haunt me because you are not here with me now.&amp;nbsp; Yes, we will be together forever, but for this short while, our time is spent apart.&amp;nbsp; Every time you are away, time cruelly slows down and every breath I take seems like a year.&amp;nbsp; As I lye in bed, I remember the times we’ve spent together.&amp;nbsp; I remember your kisses, your taste and the way your blue eyes peered deep into mine with a love and affection that can only be felt, and not described.&amp;nbsp; Mostly I imagine our future together and the love we will share.&amp;nbsp; Why can’t that time be now?&amp;nbsp; Why can’t I hold you in my arms and make all the loneliness go away?&amp;nbsp; I must be patient.&amp;nbsp; It will come in good time.&amp;nbsp; For now, I have my thoughts and my dreams.&amp;nbsp; I lay here in bed and imagine you in all your beauty walking toward me, down the center isle, in the most beautiful white wedding dress ever made.&amp;nbsp; You’re hair is done up with little white flowers in it, and your eyes sparkle as bright as diamonds.&amp;nbsp; You make me the luckiest man alive.&amp;nbsp; I imagine my life, and all I see is you.&amp;nbsp; I look to my future, and you look back at me.&amp;nbsp; I miss you so much.&amp;nbsp; Those words don’t even describe the agony I am in right now, without you here next to me.&amp;nbsp; But our love will keep me strong.&amp;nbsp; My thoughts of you get me through.&amp;nbsp; I miss your smile and the cute way you crinkle your nose.&amp;nbsp; I miss the cute faces you make when you’re frustrated and the way we make up after an argument.&amp;nbsp; I miss you meowing at cats and I miss just talking with you, like a real person.&amp;nbsp; As I lay here in my bed, alone, these thoughts keep me awake.&amp;nbsp; My thoughts of you are all I have now, for this short time.&amp;nbsp; Then my dreams will come true, and I will have you here in my arms.&amp;nbsp; So as you can see, these thoughts torment me, because we are apart, but they also keep me going until the next time our eyes meet with the passionate glow of true love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Jeffrey Sickler&lt;br /&gt;The audioblog is me reading this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109109608655309713?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109109608655309713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109109608655309713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109109608655309713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109109608655309713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/awake-in-bed.html' title='Awake in Bed'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109109587296546236</id><published>2004-07-29T05:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T05:11:12.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/29635/80640.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&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/7711069-109109587296546236?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109109587296546236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109109587296546236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109109587296546236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109109587296546236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-is-audio-post-click-to-play_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109099950357463087</id><published>2004-07-28T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T02:25:32.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich man</title><content type='html'>Yes, I consider myself to be a&amp;nbsp;rich man.&amp;nbsp; I am probably one of the wealthiest people alive.&amp;nbsp; Not in the sense of money or gold and riches, but when it comes to a great relationship.&amp;nbsp; I will probably never have millions of dollars, a mansion, a fast sports car, or a fancy anything for that matter.&amp;nbsp; I do, however, happen to have one of the purest, most loving relationships a man could ever ask for.&amp;nbsp; Ashley makes me a rich person.&amp;nbsp; She makes me worth while.&amp;nbsp; Loving her just comes naturally.&amp;nbsp; I am lucky to have her in my life.&amp;nbsp; Not everyone can say they have what I do.&amp;nbsp; We have a real, honest, trusting, and above all, truly loving relationship.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't trade that for all the money in the world.&amp;nbsp; Ashley is definitely a keeper.&amp;nbsp; She is something special.&amp;nbsp; Absolutely perfect for me in every way.&amp;nbsp; Nothing beats that.&amp;nbsp; I am a rich man, and I would have it no other way.&amp;nbsp; In the end, what really matters anyway?&amp;nbsp; It's not how much money you've made, or how many deals you settled.&amp;nbsp; It's not the fame or the stature you possess.&amp;nbsp; It's the relationships you've had that keep you living when your a dead man and&amp;nbsp;I'm gonna live forever, through the love I have for my future wife, Ashley.&amp;nbsp; She is the girl of my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109099950357463087?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109099950357463087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109099950357463087' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109099950357463087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109099950357463087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/rich-man.html' title='Rich man'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109099386381197784</id><published>2004-07-28T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T00:51:03.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of Steel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may not be a superman&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop bullets with my hand,&lt;br /&gt;But I know there is one that I can do &lt;br /&gt;Better than superman could ever do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let me be your man of steel&lt;br /&gt;You took my dream and made it real&lt;br /&gt;You turned me into a superhero&lt;br /&gt;Into something from a zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the reason why I can beat&lt;br /&gt;Superman any day of the week&lt;br /&gt;I’ve become your superman&lt;br /&gt;Loving you the best I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let me be your man of steel&lt;br /&gt;You took my dream and made it real&lt;br /&gt;You turned me into a superhero&lt;br /&gt;Into something from a zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is what I do best&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m put to the test&lt;br /&gt;I may not be a superman&lt;br /&gt;But better than that, I’m your man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Jeffrey Sickler&lt;a href="http://supersickler.blogspot.com/"&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/7711069-109099386381197784?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109099386381197784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109099386381197784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109099386381197784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109099386381197784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/man-of-steel.html' title='Man of Steel'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109097026348273794</id><published>2004-07-27T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T18:17:43.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lazy Day</title><content type='html'>Yup that was my day.&amp;nbsp; I slept till 5:30pm. or something like that.&amp;nbsp; I don't have any plans for the rest of it, except that I'm going to walmart with RJ in a few min.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll be back for Big Brother.&amp;nbsp; If not, I'll get the rundown from Ashley when I talk to her tonight.&amp;nbsp; I'll probably be up all night, so maybe I'll have something exciting to write about then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109097026348273794?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109097026348273794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109097026348273794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109097026348273794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109097026348273794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/lazy-day.html' title='A Lazy Day'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109087878889515682</id><published>2004-07-26T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T16:53:25.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st real day of being Mr. Coffee</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it was actually fun.&amp;nbsp; Being Mr. Coffee was great.&amp;nbsp; They had this huge costume I put on and I got to walk around the store and try to get people to go to Joe's.&amp;nbsp; It's like this Joe's Muggs Mug suit.&amp;nbsp; It was so stinkin awesome.&amp;nbsp; I scared this one kid and he turned around really quick and wasn't looking where he was going, and he ran right into a book shelf!!&amp;nbsp; I almost lost my coffee beans.&amp;nbsp; It was hilarious.&amp;nbsp; Actually...I just made coffee and stuff like that.&amp;nbsp; There is no suit.&amp;nbsp; It was still fun though.&amp;nbsp; I am great at making Frappe's.&amp;nbsp; Its a Frapacino (sp?) but Starbucks has a copyright on that name, so we just call it a Frappe'.&amp;nbsp; Are they the cold ones?&amp;nbsp; Cause if they are, then thats what I'm good at.&amp;nbsp; Nice and easy.&amp;nbsp; I make a mean hot chocolate too.&amp;nbsp; I'm working on the Mocha's and Chai crap.&amp;nbsp; It's a lot easier than I thought it would be though.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, that was my exciting day.&amp;nbsp; But the most exciting thig is yet to come.&amp;nbsp; I talk to Ashley almost every night.&amp;nbsp; That's the highlight of my day, unless I'm busy chopping down a tire tree.&amp;nbsp; That is so much fun.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, there is a tree that can grow tires in the back yard of my Frat.&amp;nbsp; I should be able to make millions off this rare find.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, Untill I have more to say.....&amp;nbsp; Be safe, and drink &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(your coffee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;responsibly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109087878889515682?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109087878889515682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109087878889515682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109087878889515682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109087878889515682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/1st-real-day-of-being-mr-coffee.html' title='1st real day of being Mr. Coffee'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109075159637920266</id><published>2004-07-25T05:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T19:02:42.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely Taken Over</title><content type='html'>My heart has completely been&amp;nbsp;conquered by a 5'3" blue eyed woman.&amp;nbsp; Almost 6 months ago I started dating Ashley.&amp;nbsp; I fell in love with her in a way I never thought was possible.&amp;nbsp; I am still falling for her, and I don't think&amp;nbsp;I will ever stop :)&amp;nbsp; She is the sweetest, most beautiful , intelligent, young woman I have ever met, and I was lucky enough to catch her eye.&amp;nbsp; I don't deserve her at all.&amp;nbsp; There aren't words to say how much I care for her.&amp;nbsp; All I know is I look forward to spending the rest of my life with her.&amp;nbsp; Ashley, I LOVE YOU!!&amp;nbsp; You complete me, and make me feel so special.&amp;nbsp; I hope that I can make you feel the way you have made me feel.&amp;nbsp; I guess the best way to explain it is...hearts and bubbles.&amp;nbsp; I am eternally falling deeper into you, being surrounded by hearts and bubbles.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for loving me and being so wonderful.&amp;nbsp; I appreciate everything you've been for me.&amp;nbsp; You have completely taken over my world.&amp;nbsp; I love you in a way words can't describe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109075159637920266?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109075159637920266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109075159637920266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109075159637920266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109075159637920266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/completely-taken-over.html' title='Completely Taken Over'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109071585357956776</id><published>2004-07-24T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T19:37:33.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating at LeTourneau University</title><content type='html'>“I like you.”&amp;nbsp; It doesn’t sound too hard to say, but believe me it is, especially here at LeTourneau.&amp;nbsp; Being a guy and deciding you like somebody here is rough.&amp;nbsp; There is just too much competition.&amp;nbsp; Guys these days have to be smart.&amp;nbsp; They have to find a way to beat the system.&amp;nbsp; Now men, there are a couple of solutions. Your first option would be to try the “nice shoes” approach.&amp;nbsp; I have noticed that many of you have the first step to this approach down pretty well but after you find a pair of shoes that look feminine, you have to take your eyes off the ground, look up and talk to the girl.&amp;nbsp; Now I know it can be scary, but I promise you that not one of ladies here on campus will kill you for saying, “Hi, I like your shoes, wanna walk the loop sometime?”&amp;nbsp; You may be surprised by the answer.&amp;nbsp; Most women here will say, “Who are you?” and “Sorry, but I’m taken.”&amp;nbsp; Now you just got rejected.&amp;nbsp; But it’s okay, because a girl actually talked to you, and that’s much more than you had before you decided to live life on the edge.&amp;nbsp; If you want to be an overachiever you could actually try to get a date, but this is a bit harder.&amp;nbsp; Good communication skills are a must because girls are so hard to understand.&amp;nbsp; You have to be able to interpret between all the jibber-jabber and non-sense, and fill in the “yeahs” and “uh-huhs” so they think that we actually care about what they are saying.&amp;nbsp; I find this approach to be extremely effective especially if the girl you are interested in is longwinded and very opinionated.&amp;nbsp; It also helps to repeat a phrase or two they say so they don’t catch on to the “yeahs” and “uh-huhs.”&amp;nbsp; Also, be a gentleman.&amp;nbsp; When opening a door for your lady friend; 1) don’t hit her in the face with it. &amp;nbsp;I have done this and I promise you the rest of the date DOES NOT go well and 2) let her walk through the door first.&amp;nbsp; It is just a hassle trying to fit two people in a door at the same time.&amp;nbsp; These are some tips of what to and not to do when attempting the impossible at LU.&amp;nbsp; You pick which is which.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Jeffrey Sickler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109071585357956776?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109071585357956776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109071585357956776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109071585357956776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109071585357956776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/dating-at-letourneau-university.html' title='Dating at LeTourneau University'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109071559970433178</id><published>2004-07-24T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T19:33:19.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something is wrong inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, I cannot see it.&lt;br /&gt;This pain has taken its hold, it won't let me go.&lt;br /&gt;All of my happieness has left my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I feel all alone with no where to turn.&lt;br /&gt;The void inside has left me something to yearn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared and tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm broked and down.&lt;br /&gt;A king of fools is what I've been crowned.&lt;br /&gt;To break free from my mold is something untold&lt;br /&gt;To try to be free is sweet misery.&lt;br /&gt;But I must keep pushing,&lt;br /&gt;I can't give in.&lt;br /&gt;I can't let them beat me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't let them win.&lt;br /&gt;I will be stubborn and rise to the task.&lt;br /&gt;I will not conform and put on a mask.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be myself for all of time.&lt;br /&gt;The life I live, it will be mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Jeffrey Sickler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109071559970433178?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109071559970433178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109071559970433178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109071559970433178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109071559970433178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/caged.html' title='Caged'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109071226859401121</id><published>2004-07-24T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T18:37:48.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Not So Responsible..</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I missed work.&amp;nbsp; But it was just a meeting, so I'm not totally screwed.&amp;nbsp; And, since I just work up, I don't have much else to say.&amp;nbsp; I will later though. So until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109071226859401121?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109071226859401121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109071226859401121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109071226859401121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109071226859401121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/mr-not-so-responsible.html' title='Mr. Not So Responsible..'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109071150844461358</id><published>2004-07-24T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T18:25:47.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindside Cute Boring Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She said what I was supposed to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank God for freedomThank God for liberation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(She said) Now we are allowed to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now we are allowed to feel lust without cute boring love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But don't you ever just like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Long for purity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Get sick of our territories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What are you so scared of sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What made you so afraid to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To chose a stone cold liberation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one thing I hate most about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is the one thing you want to make your trademark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To feel lust without cute boring love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But don't you ever just like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Long for purity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Get sick of our territories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't you ever feel like glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fragile, hurting, letting it pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't you think it's time to trespass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But when the fire is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What are you so scared of sister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm just as scared as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109071150844461358?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109071150844461358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109071150844461358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109071150844461358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109071150844461358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/blindside-cute-boring-love.html' title='Blindside Cute Boring Love'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109064497493132949</id><published>2004-07-23T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T23:56:14.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/29635/78704.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&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/7711069-109064497493132949?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109064497493132949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109064497493132949' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109064497493132949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109064497493132949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-is-audio-post-click-t_109064497493132949.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109061946355976961</id><published>2004-07-23T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T16:51:03.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being responsible and working is great fun...</title><content type='html'>Right, sure it is.&amp;nbsp; I just finished my first day of work at books-a-million / Joe's Muggs.&amp;nbsp; I spent 8:30am till 4pm filling out 2 training manuals.&amp;nbsp; Basically I was on a scavanger hunt in the store for the past 7 hours.&amp;nbsp; I still know nothing.&amp;nbsp; I have 1 more to fill out on monday and I'll be trained at Joe's and I can start "working."&amp;nbsp; I'm not used to 7 hours of straight responsibility, but I guess I have to get used to it, cause I work 7.5 hours on Monday!!&amp;nbsp; It'll be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;definitly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; good for my financial situation, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;definitly, definitly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. (Rainman)&amp;nbsp; HAHAHA.&amp;nbsp; Good stuff.&amp;nbsp; Whoa, I am out of it now.&amp;nbsp; Nice huh?&amp;nbsp; Random thought, my front driverside headlight is no longer functional.&amp;nbsp; I need to get some new head lights.&amp;nbsp; The ones...one I have now is really dim.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that's because there is a 1" layer of dead texan bugs covering it.&amp;nbsp; Well, I'll probably have more to say in a few minuits, so I'll do that then, cause I don't have those thoughts now....SO, Yeah....hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109061946355976961?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109061946355976961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109061946355976961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109061946355976961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109061946355976961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/being-responsible-and-working-is-great.html' title='Being responsible and working is great fun...'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109056507041249962</id><published>2004-07-23T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T01:44:30.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Found Glory, The Story So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't remember the time or place, or what you were wearing, it's unclear about how we met, all I know it was the best conversation that I've ever had, to this day I never found someone, with eyes as wide as yours, I've been searching up and down this coast, overlooking what I need the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;did you notice I was afraid? I thought I'd run out of things to say, two more hours I took today merciless away, and it starts all over again, the sky will never look the same again, till you show me how it could be, the sky will never look the same again, till you show me how it could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and everything else is irrelevant, to the story so far, a coincidence that you look like her from a far,i s it true that you like to sleep alone? Or is it fun to just tell everyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did you notice that I was afraid? I thought I'd run out of things to say two more hours I took today merciless away, and it starts all over again the sky will never look the same again, till you show me how it could be the sky will never look the same again till you show me how it could be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and when the world turns over i'll keep my ears to the wall and when the world turns over i'll keep my feet straight on the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did u notice I was afraid? I thought I'd run out of things to say, two more hours I took today merciless away, and it starts all over again, the sky will never look the same again till you show me how it could be the sky will never look the same again till you show me how it could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109056507041249962?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109056507041249962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109056507041249962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109056507041249962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109056507041249962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-found-glory-story-so-far.html' title='New Found Glory, The Story So Far'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109055587638460912</id><published>2004-07-22T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T23:11:16.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/29635/78320.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&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/7711069-109055587638460912?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109055587638460912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109055587638460912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109055587638460912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109055587638460912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-is-audio-post-click-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109053888826124064</id><published>2004-07-22T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T18:28:08.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day, a new post</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I slept all day again.&amp;nbsp; I am really good at that.&amp;nbsp; I finally got a job.&amp;nbsp; It only took me 3 months, but now I am working at Joe's Muggs, a coffee shop, in Books-A-Million.&amp;nbsp; I really dislike the taste of coffee, but it's a job.&amp;nbsp; I need the experience anyway, 'cause once I graduate and get some money, Ashley and I want to open our own coffee shop / bookstore thingy.&amp;nbsp; So, I need to learn all about that coffee crap, so I don't have to depend on Ashley to explain to me the difference between&amp;nbsp;regular and de-caff. coffee.&amp;nbsp; Thats the plan anyway, but we'll see what our future brings.&amp;nbsp; I'm hungry.&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna grab something to eat.&amp;nbsp; Sounds like a plan to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109053888826124064?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109053888826124064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109053888826124064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109053888826124064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109053888826124064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-day-new-post.html' title='A new day, a new post'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711069.post-109048614353051355</id><published>2004-07-22T05:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T03:49:15.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st posting thingy</title><content type='html'>Hey hey, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am now one of the many cool people who "blog."&amp;nbsp; I have a lot to say, but I will probably just write it here, cause you can't hear me talk.&amp;nbsp; Well, I hope I don't screw this thingy up and it better freakin work....or else....I will be very upset??&amp;nbsp; Something like that.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, peace-out &lt;br /&gt;-Jeff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711069-109048614353051355?l=supersickler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/feeds/109048614353051355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711069&amp;postID=109048614353051355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109048614353051355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711069/posts/default/109048614353051355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersickler.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-1st-posting-thingy.html' title='My 1st posting thingy'/><author><name>Jeffrey Sickler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02161635746765414491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/1352/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
