<?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-21609897</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:28:51.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Low-Sodium</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts in time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-6989739223846822045</id><published>2007-06-24T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:38:44.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iThink</title><content type='html'>It's been an amazingly long time since I've written anything down.  Right now in this moment I want to write a lot, but I probably shouldn't.  Time will tell what I should have written and what I shouldn't have written.  I think I'll try to keep most of my thoughts to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    These past couple of months have been really good for me.  I've been happier than I've been in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'll stop there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-6989739223846822045?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/6989739223846822045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=6989739223846822045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/6989739223846822045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/6989739223846822045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2007/06/ithink.html' title='iThink'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-4645053547962676061</id><published>2007-01-03T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:57:49.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It must have been the Chemicals</title><content type='html'>As I rolled out from under the truck that I was working on and looked up into the sky it looked as if  I was looking at world from above in the sky.  Everything seemed upside down for a minute like I was floating in the sky and looking down.  I could have laid there most of the day just staring into the sky and thinking about nothing and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered, "fuck, I broke another tool".  This thought brought reality back into my brain.  So I got up and cleaned the transmission fluid off of my face and arms.  As I walked across the alley to the shop to replace the tool I had broken I thought, I should right about the sky today and how I broke another tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another beautiful day in L.A.  The weather is starting to warm up a bit so this allows me to ride my motorcycle without freezing my ass off.  Right now I spend a lot of time alone in the shop that I'm at.  Because of this I have a lot of time to think.  Which can be a bad thing.  It can be a good thing also, but you know that saying "idle hands....", the same can be said for an idle mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's early, but everything for the most part has started out pretty good this year.  Hopefully it's a sign of things to come for the rest of the year.  I'll try to make it as good as I can.  I'll try to keep my tool breaking to a minimum and I'll try to enjoy the things that are already there for me in life.  Like the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-4645053547962676061?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/4645053547962676061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=4645053547962676061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/4645053547962676061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/4645053547962676061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-must-have-been-chemicals.html' title='It must have been the Chemicals'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-8921973401681416964</id><published>2007-01-01T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T03:12:39.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Time</title><content type='html'>The year has ended.  It came and went.  It seemed incredibly short.  This past year by far was the most difficult year I have ever experienced.  My heart still aches from it.  My pulse races thinking of it.  That was 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new year is open for new memories and hopefully much joy for me and all of you.  There are people that I thank god are in my life, and there are people that I thank god I had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to admit my thoughts some times, but if I cant say them out loud then they will destroy me from within.  It's been five months since my heart was broken.  It may seem like a long time to some.  For me it has gone by in the blink of an eye.  It seems like just yesterday I was completely happy.  All I had to do is wake up next to her and tell her I love you and anything that was bothering me went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still read this, there hasn't been one day that has passed that I haven't thought about you.  Not one day has gone by were your smile fades from my memory, your laugh, your tears, they're all still there.  If you still read this Inez, I still miss you.  I wish you happiness this new year and I hope your tears will fade unlike my memories of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my friends who read this, which is not much, I wish you the best this new year.  Justin, Marco, Niki, Melissa, Michaela and Inez, be well, take care, you're all always in my thoughts and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-8921973401681416964?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/8921973401681416964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=8921973401681416964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/8921973401681416964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/8921973401681416964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-last-time.html' title='One Last Time'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-5905343741006617914</id><published>2006-12-20T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:17:38.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm supposed to know this</title><content type='html'>Today I started full time at my new job as an Auto Tech.  This is the first job where I'm nervous.  I think It's the feeling that you get when you get something that you want and you're afraid you're going to fuck it up.  You got it and now it's up to you to lose.  Seeing as this is my first job in this field I had no idea what to expect.  It's funny coming from school where I was studying all of this crap I thought I new a lot and that I was ahead of the curve.  Then reality sinks in when you start working with the pros.  And it turns out I don't know shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss sort of laughed when I told him.  He understood what I was feeling, but he told me not to worry.  He told me they were going to pull me down and throw me on the ground then step on me a little.  He also told me that this is what it takes to make myself a better person there, that I would get up stronger, tougher and smarter.  It kind of made me feel better.  I know they'll be doing whatever they do because that's the way I'm going to learn, but man it is a little intimidating.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had two finals, one for my brake class which was fairly easy and the other was my automotive electronics class which I thought I was going to bomb the hands on portion.  Turns out I passed!  Not only did I pass but I was one of the few to pass.  That's a load off my chest.  Seeing as I don't go to school now at least not for the winter (I'll start up again in spring), I was wondering how I was going to keep myself busy.  So I decided to keep my job at Starbucks.  Starting today I will work every single day, that is until I can't take it.  My buddy Marco and my brother give it a month, they tell me it's because at that point I would have worked 30 days non stop and I'll hate it.  We'll see.  I think it will keep me out of trouble.  That and tools for my new job are expensive as hell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put the tools into perspective I have a set of Craftsman tools that I bought over a year ago.  I think the set was about 150 bucks.  Now I'm buying a new set of tools from Snap-On and for less tools than I already own It's costing me over 2 thousand dollars.  Damn that stung.  The thing is after working a full day at the shop today I realized I'm no where near done buying tools.  Damn.  It's cool though I love them, it's like new toys for me to play with, all of the shiny chrome brings a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was a short update of what's going on with me.  Every day I see something that makes me want to write about it but I don't.  I think I've been lazy lately.  I'll try to write more, there are a lot of things that inspire me lately.  Take care my peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-5905343741006617914?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/5905343741006617914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=5905343741006617914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/5905343741006617914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/5905343741006617914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-supposed-to-know-this.html' title='I&apos;m supposed to know this'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-2211967964664247383</id><published>2006-12-05T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:18:46.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season</title><content type='html'>Let me start this with a short story.  Once upon a time, not terribly long ago there lived a boy who didn't have much in the world.  He had his family (sort of), his brothers, but most importantly there were people in the world who apparently cared about people like him.  By "people like him", I mean poor, unable to have the "normal" things in life people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy would stand in line every week with his mother waiting for food to be handed out.  A few grocery bags were a godsend for them.  He would run to the park every day during the summer for a free lunch and games to play with other kids just as poor.  The park was a highlight of his day.  Finding a huge cardboard box from some recently bought appliance was a delight for him and his friends, it provided hours of entertainment.  His imagination ran rampant with all of the possibilities this new found "fortress" provided.  He missed his dad.  He wished that his dad didn't have to work so far away to try and provide for his family.  All he really wanted was to have him home for the holidays.  He didn't really care for the presents, all he wanted was his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents.  When it means your family has to be away for you to have them you don't want them.  This boy would rather do without, but knowing that his father would be away and the money that he sent would only be enough for some food and rent, he did secretly wish for some new toy.  Just like the other "normal" families.  But he never asked, he was ashamed to ask for something so trivial when they barely had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the memories that will always stay with him is going with his mother and brother to church a few days before Christmas.  There he would receive a free meal with his family and at the end of it he would be given a toy, him and his younger brother.  It was great.  He had his Christmas gift, the one he was ashamed to ask for.  The memory of that toy is faint, but the memory of the joy that he felt will live with him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he has grown he understands that the toy and gifts that he received all those Christmas' ago, were from people who gave of themselves the little extra that they could to help "people like him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this story well and I can tell it a few different ways.  I can do this because all of those Christmas' ago I was so happy when I received my gift along with my brother.  I was thankful for the food my family received every week.  I was overjoyed when I was able to see my dad for a few hours every few months at a time.  I know this story well because it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is why every year I try to give whatever extra that I have to Charity.  A toy costs me a few bucks, but the joy that it brings a child is priceless.  Believe me I know this first hand.  This year I am trying to give what little extra that I can, it is very little this year.  But I will not fail to give.  Every latte you buy, every beer, every movie you rent, everything you treat yourself to, think, what can these few bucks provide someone who has close to nothing.  Ask yourself, can I live without a beer tonight or a movie rental this week and buy a complete stranger something just because?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I started a collection at my job for toys to donate to an organization "Toys For Tots", they in turn distribute all of the toys to local shelters and churches.  I ask all of you that still read this blog of mine to please give this year.  I know most of you personally and if you buy something to donate I'd be more than happy to pick it up from you.  If you read this and we can't keep in touch like that, then please remember there is someone out there who would really appreciate your kindness.  Please donate somewhere, it does make a difference in someones life.  It made a difference in mine, it was a part of what makes me the man that I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season, to bring happiness to someone, to shape a life, to feel good about yourself, to . . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-2211967964664247383?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/2211967964664247383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=2211967964664247383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/2211967964664247383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/2211967964664247383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis The Season'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-6411464703300611454</id><published>2006-11-24T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:15:44.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>The things that I have to be thankful for are many, my family, my health (sort of), and most importantly my friends.  There are many other things I can list but those are the top few.  Friends are the family God never gave you.  There's the saying that "you're born into your family, but you chose your friends".  I feel I've made some great choices.  I'm lucky I guess.  I'm thankful I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that this year is almost over.  I swear this year has been one of the shortest years ever!  I think February had only like 8 days, I mean that's the only way I can explain the shortness of this year!  It must have been one of those "leap" years.  Well whatever the case, I'm telling you this year seems amazingly short to me.  This year was also very trying for me.  It by far has been one of the, if not the hardest year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I left a great paying job on the verge of receiving a large raise.  I wasn't happy.  Last year I realized I didn't want to live my life doing something that didn't make me happy, no matter how much money I made.  I took a "part time" job, actually now that I think about it, it wasn't really part time.  I mean I worked 38 hours a week so I was just 2 hours shy of being "full time".  I quickly realized that 15 units of school and working 38 hours was a bit more than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the reason I left, I was returning to school to follow a dream that I've had since I was a child.  I want to work with cars.  When I was a kid I dreamt of designing engines for automobiles.  I wanted to look at cars driving down the street and say "I made that".  After attempting to become a Mechanical Engineer, I quickly realized that math wasn't my strongest subject.  So that dream faded away, but the desire was still in me.  After achieving a point in my "career" that I thought I'd be happy with, I realized I wasn't.  I realized that I wanted to be happy and money wasn't everything in life.  That's when I quit and went back to school.  Mechanical Engineering was out of the question but I still want to see an automobile either rolling down the street or on television and be able to say "I made that".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to school to learn Auto Technology, or in easier to understand words, I want to be a mechanic.  My goal is to open my own shop in the not too distant future and lean towards performance oriented work.  Eventually I'd love to be somewhat of a "So-Cal Speed Shop".  I want people to bring in their cars and intrust them to me so that I can turn them into the tire melting power plants that will capture the attention of all people within ear shot of my creation.  It will take time, but the excitement I get from just imaging it is proof enough that I'm doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision to leave my previous job was hard, but I did it with a goal.  I immediately enrolled in school and told myself that I would give myself at the most 2 years to be employed in some type of auto repair/performance related field.   I told myself that if in 2 years I hadn't done this then this would have been the single worst decision I have ever made.  If you know me, you probably know I trust my decisions unconditionally.  I believe in myself, I've gotten myself this far, I can push myself further, I know I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I accepted a job as an Auto Tech in a reputable car shop, more than a year ahead of the time frame that I had given myself.  I start my new job in about 3 weeks.  I'm happy.  I'm thankful for the opportunity that I gave myself to be happy.  I'm thankful that I believe in myself enough to take a risk.  My life has been full of decisions, hard ones, but I feel I did my best in every situation to be true to my dreams and beliefs.  It has been a hard year, I'm sure I'll mention it again but like I told a friend of mine last night "with every door that closes a new one opens".  I know it's an old cheesy saying but this year more than any, it rings true for me.  There are doors that have not fully closed for me yet but I'm okay with that too, I still move forward towards my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I've had this year to grow. Gnarls Barkley - Crazy, I loved that song the first time I heard it, now it will always remind me of this year.   I'm thankful that I've met the people that I have this year.  I'm thankful for the experiences I will never forget.  There is no amount of money that could have bought me the memories that I will have forever from this year.  I'm thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-6411464703300611454?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/6411464703300611454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=6411464703300611454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/6411464703300611454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/6411464703300611454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-that-i-have-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-5875320669322839232</id><published>2006-11-14T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:08:03.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety In Numbers</title><content type='html'>It is said that there is safety in numbers.  Well how about 20,000.  That sound safe enough?  I tell you that it sure as hell felt safe.  What am I talking about you ask?  I'm talking about the largest single-day motorcycling event in the world, The Love Ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love riding my motorcycle, it's one of the things in life that I know that every time I do it I'm going to have a great time.  I go out and I can be feeling like crap, but when I'm out there riding I have to focus on just that, riding.  I'm cautious of the people around me, I enjoy the world, I feel the wind in my face, I can enjoy all of the feelings that come with riding, I take it all in fully and gratefully.  Man do I love riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go out and I am very cautious of other motorists on the road.  I mean I'm just a lone rider on a small (compared to the huge SUV's out there) vehicle.  So I always keep an eye out in anticipation of what other people are and aren't going to do.  I've had some close calls but thankfully I'm still here in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday was different though.  This past Sunday I met up with 20,000+ other riders in Glendale for the Love Ride.  I've ridden alone for the 2 years that I've owned a motorcycle.  Let me tell you going from riding alone to riding with thousands of other bikers is an amazing difference.  The event blocked off about 6 city blocks in Glendale.  The streets were full of motorcycles, mostly Harley's.  In middle of it all there I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started early with all riders meeting in Glendale where we were treated to a small concert and the joy of watching almost every kind of bike imaginable ride down the street.  Cruisers and sport bikes alike.  It was amazing.  At 9:3oam the ride was to begin to Lake Castaic, about 40 miles north of Glendale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to describe the sound of a Harley as a man made thunderous roar that could be heard rolling down the street, a beautiful sound that brings joy to my heart and many others that love to ride.  On Sunday my description changed, the sound of not only one but twenty thousand plus Harley's rolling down the 5 freeway was more like the crack of lightning multiplied hundreds of times per minute.  The sound is impressive, amazing, deafening, beautiful, it's everything you can imagine pure uninhibited mechanical power to sound like.  I loved every beat of those engines rolling down the highway on our forty mile journey to Lake Castaic.  That day I didn't have to worry about the other vehicles on the road, that day the other vehicles on the road had to worry about us!  It's a feeling that I will never forget and one that I plan on repeating for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with a concert from the Black Crowes which was great to watch.  The people were great.  Everyone was happy, no problems arose and all the chrome was beautiful as it created a glistening river down the road.  I had a great time.  Maybe next year one of you will be able to share in the experience with me, I'm sure you'll remember it for a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-5875320669322839232?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/5875320669322839232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=5875320669322839232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/5875320669322839232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/5875320669322839232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/11/safety-in-numbers.html' title='Safety In Numbers'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-116313401281199521</id><published>2006-11-09T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:21.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in Ghosts?</title><content type='html'>Ghosts, a paranormal phenomenon, spirits in the night.  Things that go bump in the dark cold space between here and there.  That chill that you get when you think you're alone, but not really.  A sudden drop in temperature?  Or something from your past that lingers in your own soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone have Ghosts?  Literally or figuratively?  Is there something that haunts us day in and day out?  Do we get over these lingering impressions, or do they haunt us forever?  Better question, should we want to be rid of the ghosts that linger?  Maybe we shouldn't try to get over ghosts from our past.  Maybe instead of forgetting our past and dooming ourselves to repeat it, we should confront these ghosts.  Using our past to better our future is always better than burying our past and conjuring the same phantoms that we "buried" before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of the dark.  Don't be afraid of Ghosts.  Don't exorcise those spirits.  Instead confront them and let them make you a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shit is still here, inside my head.  It's there to remind me of the things that I should do.  It reminds me that I have enough of that shit in my head that I don't need any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-116313401281199521?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/116313401281199521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=116313401281199521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/116313401281199521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/116313401281199521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-believe-in-ghosts.html' title='Do you believe in Ghosts?'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-116184568962936975</id><published>2006-10-25T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:21.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Write Something</title><content type='html'>Anyone out there, write something.  Tonight.  Anything.  I was a lot better at this a few months ago.  I think It's coming back to me now though.  Thank goodness.  I miss writing.  I spent a lot of time thinking about things to write but I never did write them.  But now I'm finding myself wanting to do it more and more, so now I'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I enjoy doing is going on here and reading what people have to say.  Anything interesting.  So write.  I checked out a few blogs today and all but one had nothing new posted.  C'mon people I know you have something interesting to say.  I small recap of your day.  Something you heard.  Something you read.  Anything.  If you write it you can add your own twist to it.  Your point of view and that's what I want to read.  Someones point of view.  I like to think of blogs as somewhere were someone with some brains can write and share their thoughts.  I mean you have to be kind of smart if you can sit and write for no other reason but the enjoyment of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself and my day today was pretty much uneventful.  I slept really well last night which is great for me.  Funny thing is I dreamt a lot last night.  Let me refrase that.  I remembered a lot of my dreams last night.  And they were all pretty good dreams, some weird but none bad.  That was great.  I can't remember the last time I remembered dreams I had.  I told myself last night that I was going to do a million things today.  I ended up sleeping in, watching a movie, getting pizza, smoking a cigar and buying a costume.  If you're a lazy ass, which I was today then I guess it was a productive day.  Otherwise I did crap.  Oh yeah I had a midterm yesterday.  It went well I suppose.  I guess I'll find out tomorrow.  I'm not worried, I'm sure I did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hopefully you out there will have something new to write about.  Something for me to read.  I trust you will.  Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-116184568962936975?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/116184568962936975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=116184568962936975' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/116184568962936975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/116184568962936975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/10/write-something.html' title='Write Something'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-116175969906586485</id><published>2006-10-24T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:21.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date?</title><content type='html'>No thank you.  I don't know about you guys but I'm not a big date person.  At least not now.  Right now I'm having a great time hanging out with friends.  Guys and Girls alike.  I really don't want to try anything more than that.  Is that bad of me?  I don't think so.  I mean I'll kick it with anyone!  C'mon just ask I'll kick it with you.  I promise it'll be fun!!  Emotions need not get in the way when ones having fun!!  Especially when having fun involves pitchers of beer and shots of something or other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions and alcohol, (correct me if i'm wrong) never go well together.  Cheers to football and sports bars they don't ask much of me, except my atm card.  That's the plan for the rest of this football season, sports bars and hot waitresses!!!  Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone that's interested I know this is random and has nothing to do with the rest of this post but the whole wrecked miata saga is almost done and over with.  Like I said I didn't worry much because I knew it wasn't my fault and now the insurance companies agree with me.  Sad part is the miata was totaled.  Good news is I get a good chunk of change for it and I get to keep the car.  I'm sure most of you know I want to be an auto technician (read: mechanic, petrol head, gear head, car junkie!!!) and eventually open up my own shop in the not too distant future.  So I see this as the perfect opportunity to put what I've learned to the test.  I want to get the miata up and running again and get it back to the track car state that it was destined to be shortly after I bought it.  If I can get this car running and on the track that will be a big accomplishment for me, one I'm very much looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as a wrecked car attracts my attention more so than dating at this point.  I think it's fair to say that I'm going to hold off on that for a while.  There that all tied in well together in the end.  Yeah I knew that was going to happen.  My genius works even though I'm not aware of it.  I'm a subconscious genius!  Score.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-116175969906586485?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/116175969906586485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=116175969906586485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/116175969906586485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/116175969906586485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/10/date.html' title='Date?'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-116132542845901047</id><published>2006-10-19T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:21.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Happening My Peeps!?!?</title><content type='html'>How is everyone out there in TV land?  Doing good?  I hope so.  As for me I'm not bad.  All is good in the hood, except for this lack of sleep.  I'm finding myself wanting to do more and more all of the time so I stay up more.  In the last 40 hours I've had two and a half hours of sleep.  I did the same thing a  few days ago.  Weird.  Ah well it's all for a good cause.  I call that cause kickin' ass!!  Yup it's what I do best.  I kick ass and take names.  Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is interested in knowing my night at Knott's Scary Farm was pretty cool.  We were there until the place closed, the mazes were for the most part creepy and fun.  Some of the girls we went with were screaming there lungs out.  Good times.  I don't scare that easily especially if I know I'm going to try to be scared so it wasn't as "exciting" for me.  But good times were had by all.  The one thing that sucked was that I had to be at work in a couple of hours after that.  I think I was asleep half of my shift the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work that day I finished up some work on my cars and ran some errands.  Just as I was getting tired I called a buddy of mine and we decided to go out and have lunch.  I was like GREAT!!  We went to some place called Big Wangs.  I shit you not I thought the place was some Chinese Food joint.  Luckily I was pleasantly surprised to find out it's a sports bar!!!!  Yes!!  So after two and a half hours of sleep and a coffee being my only meal, Chicken Wings, Beer and Football were exactly the things I needed!  Needless to say halfway into my second cup I was feeling the sweet effects of Sam Adams Octoberfest.  I thought there was no way I could drink more.  Well three pitchers later I was still going, I mean there was like 3 football games still going on.  All at the same time.  We couldn't just get up and leave!  After the games we headed home and continued the party.  I have no idea how many more beers I had but man I passed out at around 9pm and didn't get up until about 8 the next morning.  Now that's how you catch up on some much needed sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm still up but at least I got one last thing done.  This post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how you've all been doing out there, wherever you are.  Have fun and get some sleep.  Hopefully we'll talk soon.  Later homies!!  All of you's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-116132542845901047?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/116132542845901047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=116132542845901047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/116132542845901047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/116132542845901047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-happening-my-peeps.html' title='What&apos;s Happening My Peeps!?!?'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-116081083568313525</id><published>2006-10-14T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:21.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go To Sleep.</title><content type='html'>I just got home from work a little while ago.  I'm a little tired.  The thing is I have to get up in about 3 hours to go to work.  That's going to be a bitch.  After work I have to change the suspension on a car.  I have to do all of this before 5pm because I'm apparently going to Knott's "Scary" Farm until God knows what hour.  Yeah I don't plan on getting a lot of sleep in these next 24 hours.  Oh yeah I have to be at work at 7am on Sunday.  I sometimes complain about time passing to quickly.  This is not one of those times.  This weekend seems to be going on forever.  Good times.  Oh yeah I have to find some time to study somewhere in there.  Fuck.  I just want to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-116081083568313525?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/116081083568313525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=116081083568313525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/116081083568313525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/116081083568313525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/10/go-to-sleep.html' title='Go To Sleep.'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115992649925720557</id><published>2006-10-03T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:21.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am indestructible!!!!</title><content type='html'>That's right you heard me.  I am indestructible.  I'm freaking amazing.  How did I come to this conclusion you ask?  Well let me tell you.  In my short lived life, I've been involved in quite a few mishaps, accidents if you will.  Auto accidents primarily.  And it happened again!  What the fuck!!!  I mean I know I'm indestructible and all but I really am tired of smashing into things or things smashing into me.  It kind of sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I never really explained why I say I'm indestructible.  Well from all of these accidents that I've been involved in, I've been able to walk away from every single one of them.  This last one was probably the worst, I got a cut on my right forearm from the airbag.  Other than that and the fact that my arm was pretty "lumpy" for a couple of days I was fine.  I've gotten used to the fact that every time I get in an accident I'm going to be sore a couple of days later.  This time is no exception.  Right now my lower back is bothering me.  It has been since Sunday.  On Sunday it was a little worse, it was basically the right side of my body that was sore, but I'm better now.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and did I mention it really helps to have friends to help you through situations like these.  I was actually on my way from dropping a friend off and some other friends were at my house waiting for me to come back.  Apparently after a while of waiting for me they decided to call me.  I told them what happened, they were worried but it was cool.  Problem is they had already ordered a pizza we were going to grub on later.  So I told them to go pick it up and that I should be home soon.  Well turns out I was going to be there longer than I thought.  Then I thought the pizza place is not to far from were I was involved in the accident, so I call my buddies and ask them to come by and pick me up.  They agree.  Now these are great friends.  They come by, they have pizza, they get hungry, and they say "fuck it.  let's eat" and they do.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5343/2187/1600/Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5343/2187/320/Friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;on top of my freaking car!!!  The monkeys.  Now that's what friends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my car sits.  Waiting for an assessor to come by and tell me if they're going to fix my car or total it.  My car is tiny and the damage was pretty excessive so I don't know what's going to happen.  It sucks because I really liked the car, and I got a great deal for it.  I doubt I'll be able to find another like it for the price and in the shape that this one was in.  Damn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, it was the lady's fault, the whole accident thing.  A lady was waiting at a green light.  Waiting to make a left turn, as I approached the intersection I saw her waiting there and kept going not thinking anything of it.  Apparently my car is invisible!!!  She didn't see me.  And as soon as I got close enough to make it impossible to stop if she pulled in front of me, she did just that!!!!  And bam.  My Miata is pretty much toast.  I mean I was involved in an accident with the safest car in the freakin' world!!!  A VOLVO!!!!  What the fuck!!  The thing is built like a tank.  A tank against a tiny convertible with a 3 star safety rating on a good day!!!  Yup, I had no chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of these events transpiring in my life have brought me to the conclusion that I'm indestructible.  There's no accident going to bring me down.  Ya heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a parting shot of the Miata as it rests waiting for it's future to be decided by someone who doesn't give a crap that I loved that damn car.  That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5343/2187/1600/Graveyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5343/2187/320/Graveyard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knock On Wood"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115992649925720557?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115992649925720557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115992649925720557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115992649925720557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115992649925720557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-indestructible.html' title='I Am indestructible!!!!'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115934581688522030</id><published>2006-09-27T01:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:20.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does shit close?</title><content type='html'>It's just past one in the morning on Wednesday.  All of my friends are asleep.  At least I think they are, I'm not about to start calling around and check.  It's just past one in the morning and I'm bored out of my freakin' mind!!!  What the fuck!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people get tired?  Why does shit close?  Maybe there should be a pill that would allow us to stay awake for a long ass time.  Wait, I think there is such a substance, unfortunately possession of it can get you in some trouble if caught with it.  But even then, say you can stay awake for a long ass time if not forever, what the fuck are you going to do with all of your time awake????  I mean shit closes.  Where do you go @ 1 in the morning on a Wednesday?  Even if I was someone who always wanted to go clubbing wouldn't most people be dead tired at this time?  I guess the only club that I ever went to that didn't have dead tired people at 3 in the morning was Club Rain in Vegas.  It seemed like the later it got there the more people woke up.  That place is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I'm just rambling now.  I've been up just over 20 hours now and I guess it's the lack of sleep and too much caffeine in my body that's making me a little delirious.  I'm sure the second I hit the sack I'm knocking out.  Oh well.  If only there was someone to hang out with at 1 in the morning on a Wednesday.  If you're out there and have nothing else to do, hit me up G!!!  We can kick it.  Ya heard?  Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, er Good Morning, whatever the case may be in your current situation or state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115934581688522030?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115934581688522030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115934581688522030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115934581688522030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115934581688522030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-does-shit-close_27.html' title='Why does shit close?'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115919178189896242</id><published>2006-09-25T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:20.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me How You Really Feel</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been meaning to write things.  I've felt the urge to write something, the problem is I can't seem to be able to write like I used to.  Before I had no issue sitting down and writing anything and everything.  All my goings on, the daily events, some random occurrence during the day that I could stretch into a whole story.  Not lately though.  I find it very hard to write about much of anything.  I've been kind of wondering why.  I think I know though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I still think about her.  I'm doing a million times better than a couple of months ago, but that doesn't mean I don't think about her.  There hasn't been a day that has passed that has gone by without a moment of sadness for me.  I can go about my normal self for the most part, but something always reminds me of her.  Always.  They're always good thoughts and it makes me sad.  The most beautiful memories I have are of her smile, they show up as pictures in my head, and for the faintest moment I can almost hear her laugh.  The greatest joy I had was making her smile and laugh, she had a great laugh and an amazing smile.  For that moment I smile and I even laugh a little, and then I'm sad again.  I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing still clouds my mind.  I think that's why I can't write as much now.  Every time I sit and think, she comes to my mind.  Every time I sit and do write there are many things that are left unsaid.  I filter out my thoughts constantly.  I filter them in my conversations, I filter them in my writings, I filter them even for myself.  I filter them for myself, because even though it's been almost 2 months now I can still feel my emotions trying to get the better of me and I don't like the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time heals all wounds" is a saying you hear a lot in these types of situations.  "It will get better in time" is another.  I almost believe it.  Almost.  I thought this would have been sufficient time.  I was wrong.  I still care about her.  I don't know what to do about it.  Someone once said "the saddest thing in the world is loving someone who used to love you", I don't know what to say.  I don't know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to write this because I had to write (period).  I've always loved writing, and for the most part I always considered myself pretty good at it.  I could write for days, I could stretch the most mundane subject into an epic story.  I could do all of this when I was able to truly write what I felt.  This is an example.  I can continue writing about her for ever right now.  It's what I feel.  It's easy for me.  I just wanted to write something uninhibited, something real again.  This feels good.  It's the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115919178189896242?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115919178189896242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115919178189896242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115919178189896242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115919178189896242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/09/tell-me-how-you-really-feel.html' title='Tell Me How You Really Feel'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115837440976773805</id><published>2006-09-15T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:20.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me</title><content type='html'>I'm not going anywhere.  I would just like you to remember me.  I guess it's unfair to ask anyone to remember you.  I mean you have to have made some kind of impression in someones life for them to remember you.  Otherwise you're just passing by.  Hopefully I did more than just pass by in your lives.  Hopefully you'll remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm writing this is because earlier today I was thinking of something.  It wasn't a good memory.  At that point I realized I tend to remember the bad things in life.  I had this conversation about my memory with someone before.  I told her that my memory was like a picture album, a bad unorganized picture album.  One with pictures that have no reference to time or place.  When I try to remember something all I can conjure up is a picture of something and if it really strikes a chord with my memory I can usually bring up another picture.  And that's it.  It's nothing like a movie where when someone remembers something there's a flash back and a "movie" plays.  I don't have these "movies", not good ones at least.  I just realized that.  I have sort of "short films" of bad memories, and unorganized, undated "snapshots" of good memories.  That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today as I was recalling that bad memory I realized that I will only be a memory to most of you in the future.  I hope that you don't have the same issues as I do with my memory.  I hope that you can remember the good memories in your life and replay them like they were yesterday.  I hope this, because I'd like to think that I'm a good memory in your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I'm afraid I'll loose the good memories of these past few months as time passes.  All I'll have is the bad ones.  The bad ones that seem like they occurred just yesterday for me.  I'm afraid that I'll forget, so I ask that you remember me.  I suppose it's selfish, but I'd like that.  If time passes and I haven't called or written I'm sorry.  I'll still think of you, a picture will pop into my mind, but that will probably be all.  I'll try to remember the good times.  I'll try to keep in touch.  I'll try.  All I hope for is that you remember me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115837440976773805?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115837440976773805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115837440976773805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115837440976773805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115837440976773805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/09/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115808936752652295</id><published>2006-09-12T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:20.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I saw a great show.  The Phantom of the Opera.  Someone once mentioned to me that it was an amazing show.  She was right.  From the beginning I was completely engulfed by the set.  One of the most amazing things of the set is the chandelier.  It's completely broken apart and then it all comes together floating through the air above everyone and sets itself directly above the audience.  That was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole show was great.  The music was great.  The actors had amazing voices.  I'm glad I saw the show.  It would have been nice to see it with someone in particular, but it was everything I was told it would be regardless.  This past weekend was a great memory in general.  If anyone gets the chance to be in Vegas any time soon I highly recommend the show.  And yes Justine I did think of you at one point, with the singing and all.  I even had a few drinks in your name buddy, seeing as you were feeling crappy when I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you guys falling asleep at 7 in the morning for 3 days straight does a number on your sleeping patterns for a few days after, but man it's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115808936752652295?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115808936752652295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115808936752652295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115808936752652295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115808936752652295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/09/phantom.html' title='The Phantom'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115752739994514678</id><published>2006-09-06T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:20.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day.  I returned to school today.  I know I've mentioned that I love working on cars, but man I really do love it.  That and learning new shit really makes me happy!  So today was a good day.  I'm excited again about the future and that's always good!  I've recently been hanging out with a great group of people so man all I can say is that if you see me smiling that's the reason why!  Good times!!!!  Talk about "closing a chapter in your life", I think this story will have a great ending.  As a matter of fact I know it will!!  I plan on starting a new chapter this weekend, we'll see how that goes.  This is sort of a random post with no real point to it.  I just wanted to express my joy right now.  I'll miss my peeps at the big yellow joint, like my friend Justine likes to put it, but believe me I won't forget this time in my life.  I love you guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115752739994514678?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115752739994514678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115752739994514678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115752739994514678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115752739994514678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/09/smile.html' title='Smile!!!!'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115709587922999931</id><published>2006-09-01T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:20.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Cigar Ever</title><content type='html'>I've told this story a crap load of times but I thought I'd retell it one more time at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is about the greatest cigar I ever had.  The reason I'm thinking about this again is because my buddy Marco and I found this cigar again at a cigar shop in Pasadena.  Any ways, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Vegas last year for my buddies bachelor party.  Good times.  We were well on our way to getting smashed and we went to one of our many stops that night, a strip club.  Ah yes the good old strip clubs, very good times.  We were drinking and having a good time, then I get up to use the facilities.  Turns out there's some dude in there selling crap, like gum, cologne, cigars.  I ask him how much the cigars where and he tells me.  I was like damn that's a rip off, I can live without a cigar for the night.  So I go back outside and sit with my buddies and damn it if one them doesn't buy a cigar.  If you don't know by now, I really enjoy a good cigar, probably more than I should, but I do.  So the smell of the cigar got to me, I got up and went to see the man about a cigar.  I walk in and ask him for a particular one that he had and he said "sorry man all out".  Damn.  My buddy walks in and tells the guy "hey show him the good stuff man".  So this guy pulls out a cigar in a glass vile sealed with wax and he goes on about this cigar being the best cigar he had.  It apparently had been soaking in cognac for 20 years, at least that's what he said.  He really had a good story for it.  He told me the price and by this point I was a little more drunk and really craving a smoke so I bought it regardless the price.  At least the price included a cool little light show with some matches and he lit the cigar for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that came to mind was an old simpsons episode where Barny walks into Moe's during a short prohibition on alcohol and Moe charges him an absurd amount of money for the beer.  Barney says "this better be the best beer I've ever had" he takes a drink and then says "you got lucky".  That is exactly how I felt.  I began smoking the cigar and was like damn this is the best cigar ever!!!  I don't know if it was the drunkenness.  The fact that I was smoking indoors or all of the naked women parading about the place, but man I tell you that was the greatest cigar ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding this cigar here in Pasadena I was actually afraid to smoke it.  I had built it up so much in my mind that I was afraid that if I smoked it and it wasn't as good as that night then bam, I just shot down a good memory.  Damn, I was in a predicament.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I went out for a night of drinking and I was well on my way to getting smashed again.  Good times.  I thought this is great, I'll be drunk and I'll smoke the cigar it will be great!  The legend will live on!  Turns out I got a little to drunk and never got around to smoking the damn thing!  I laughed about it the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I finally smoked that legendary cigar and I'm happy to say it still is the greatest cigar ever.  That, my friends is a good memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115709587922999931?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115709587922999931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115709587922999931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115709587922999931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115709587922999931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/09/greatest-cigar-ever.html' title='The Greatest Cigar Ever'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115585969472378505</id><published>2006-08-17T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:20.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apache Blessing</title><content type='html'>may the sun&lt;br /&gt;bring you new energy by day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the moon&lt;br /&gt;softly restore you by night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the rain&lt;br /&gt;wash away your worries,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the breeze&lt;br /&gt;blow new strength into your being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may you walk&lt;br /&gt;gently through the world and know&lt;br /&gt;its beauty all the days of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115585969472378505?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115585969472378505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115585969472378505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115585969472378505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115585969472378505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/08/apache-blessing.html' title='Apache Blessing'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115552265648939381</id><published>2006-08-13T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:20.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life As A Soap Opera.  Take 5.</title><content type='html'>So here goes.  I thought I wasn't going to write this crap and who knows by the time I'm done I might delete the whole thing.  But anyway I'm just going to start writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy meets girl.  Boy falls in love.  Blah, blah, blah.  Fast forward it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing.  I'd like to know from people who read this what I should do or how I should act.  I'm taking a survey.  Yeah that's it.  A survey of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I fell in love.  Hard and fast is how I would describe it.  Maybe I was naive, maybe stupid.  But man, I fell in love!  It was great.  No matter how much she told me she didn't have anything left in her or that she didn't know what I saw in her, I loved her.  The best thing is she told me that she loved me also.  Every day and every night we were together we told each other we loved each other.  Every day until the last day (even after the last day I couldn't stop telling her that I loved her and missed her and how much I wanted her back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that it was going to be hard.  She didn't lie.  She told me that I would have to be able to deal with a lot.  She didn't lie.  She told me that she couldn't promise me forever.  She didn't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did break up at one point.  Twice before actually.  I fought hard for her the first time.  Funny, I felt I "convinced" her to be with me the first time.  Whatever the case she came back.  Again she re-iterated all of the hardships we would face.  Again she didn't lie.  Things went well, hard but well because I was with her and that's all that mattered to me.  I can say I lived that second phase in fear.  Every time we went through some rough times, I was afraid she was leaving me.  She would even start some conversations, "i'm not breaking up with you....".  Talk about high blood pressure.  But that lasted about a week.  Then she broke up with me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time hurt like hell, just as this last time did.  The second time it was for the same reason as this final time.  Reasons that made little sense to me but that I had no choice but to live with.  The thing was we talked about it after and we told each other that this time apart was for the better of our relationship.  Like she put it, she wanted to be the best that she could for me, without the issues.  She wanted to be able to give me more of herself.  It hurt like hell to be without her, but knowing that she was doing this for us kept me feeling good.  We knew that she had to be alone for a while.  For how long though?  I didn't know.  She had some though decisions to make.  I was willing to give her some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing.  A few days after leaving me the second time she calls me and tells me that she's made her decision.  That she loves me.  That she chooses me.  That even though it was hard being together that it was harder being apart.  Honestly right at that moment I didn't know how to feel.  I had prepared myself to be alone for a while.  To be without her.  And after that she gave me exactly what I wanted her.  It was a shock.  She told me never to let her make the same mistake again.  I was happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were together again and I thought happier than ever.  That was until that night that she told me that everything was too hard.  That being with me was too hard.  That she really didn't have anything left in her.  That she couldn't do this anymore.  Less than a month later this happened.  This happened after I thought we were finally starting to deal with some issues that we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never doubt that she gave everything that she had in our relationship.  It was evident in the tears she shed.  It was evident in her face the day after a long night of crying.  It was evident when she looked at me and told me she loved me.  I wanted nothing else in life at that point.  So in that I have no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gave a lot of myself also.  She once told me that the act of sending her flowers was something no one else had ever done for her, that made me feel so good inside.  I feel I can ask her that if at any point there was anything truly wrong that I did that could have caused this, and feel good about the answer.  I gave everything that I possibly could.  I held nothing back this time.  I loved her with everything that I had.  I went into this last part of my relationship believing that if I tried hard enough, that if I gave enough of myself, that if I tried enough for both of us then it would somehow work.  I gave everything I had in me this time.  Everything and it wasn't enough.  When she told me it was over I was to say the least heartbroken.  I was in denial for a few days.  I called her and asked her if the decision she was making was forever or if she was doing this for us.  She told me forever.  She told me that she wanted me completely out of her life.  I told her later that there wasn't anything else that she could have possibly said that would have hurt as much as those words.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before this as I held her teary eyed in my arms she asked me not to give up on her.  That even though this seemed hard, to please not give up on her.  And now she wanted me completely out of her life.  The pain that I feel now is more than I have ever felt.  No matter how hard things got I was happy because I was with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to act now?  She broke up with me, she spends a good part of her free time with her ex-boyfriend.  She's happier without me.  Am I supposed to be happy for her.  Am I supposed to kill all emotions that I felt for her and tell her I'm happy for her also?  Is it supposed to be that easy?  I truly feel that the actions that I'm taking now (avoiding her, not talking to her) are if nothing else putting the final nails in the coffin that holds what was our relationship.  I don't want that, but I don't know how else to deal with this.  Am I wrong?  What do I do?  If anyone reading this knows then tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying if I said I didn't love her.  Because the truth is I still do.  I tell people that it might sound funny but if she asked me to come back to her now.  I'd do it in a heartbeat.  I hope that after all of this bullshit is over that somewhere down the line we could hold a conversation to see how we're each doing.  I wish for more but I hope for at least that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So judge me.  Tell me what I should have done.  What I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here.  Heart open and bleeding.  Waiting for all of your judgment. If I did something wrong tell me.  If I should do something different then say so.  Anyone out there.  Anyone with an opinion.  Whether you agree with me or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115552265648939381?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115552265648939381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115552265648939381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115552265648939381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115552265648939381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-life-as-soap-opera-take-5.html' title='My Life As A Soap Opera.  Take 5.'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115520044854932658</id><published>2006-08-10T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:19.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Choices We Make</title><content type='html'>I think I might have lost someone who at one point in my life was the most important person to me.  Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made a choice.  Everyone makes choices in life.  Sometimes the choices people make seem so simple to someone looking in from the outside.  The choices seem obvious and maybe even necessary, to someone looking in from the outside.  When your inside though, those choices are some of the hardest you'll ever have to make.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made a choice.  I chose to stop.  Stop what though?  I don't know.  It made me happy, it gave me hope.  Why should I have to stop something that makes me happy?  Why do I have to stop something that feels right and good?  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why I made the choice.  I know why I made my choice.  This pain and emptiness that I feel, I have never felt before.  I wish it on no one, really.  This pain and emptiness is something I have to surpass.  I can't surpass it if I don't face it.  I have to face it and that is my choice.  If I didn't make this choice I would most likely have to suffer this same fate again, and I don't wish it on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice came at a great loss though.  I fear I have lost the one person I loved with all of my heart.  Though some would say the loss had already occurred and it was I that was afraid to except it.  Today I am beginning to except it.  With all of the pain inside me, I am beginning to except it.  I can truly say that I am sorry for my choice, my decision.  It was one I never wanted to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices we make aren't the easiest by far, but they are our choices to make.  No one else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my choice.  With all of my heart I hate my choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115520044854932658?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115520044854932658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115520044854932658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115520044854932658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115520044854932658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/08/choices-we-make.html' title='The Choices We Make'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115501914170120789</id><published>2006-08-07T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:19.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapy</title><content type='html'>So this morning I was feeling like shit, as every morning goes.  But then I got lucky and I had the opportunity to see my "therapist".  You see I stopped by to check up on my case and he was just hanging around.  So I asked what was going on.  Apparently he had an appointment only 10 minutes away and the client still hadn't shown.  Seeing as I was already there I asked if I could have my session with him if the other client didn't show.  He said "sure".  Cool.  Oh yeah my "therapist" was thoroughly baked at this point, I think it was 4:50 in the afternoon, lucky bastard.  So we started our session and man after about 3 hours of being in the chair we were finally done. The end result.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5343/2187/1600/IMG_2562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5343/2187/400/IMG_2562.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the best picture and it's very shiny from the ointment, but you get the idea.  I'll try to get a better picture up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah after sitting through 3 hours of some harsh pain I felt a lot better!  All thanks to my therapist.  But man people don't lie when they say these therapists are expensive.  Geeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115501914170120789?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115501914170120789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115501914170120789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115501914170120789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115501914170120789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/08/therapy.html' title='Therapy'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115496565292837545</id><published>2006-08-07T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:19.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>Mornings are the hardest for me.  I have nothing else to think about.  Nothing to occupy my mind.  I wake up after the same dream night after night and it's hard.  It's sad to say but mornings bring tears to my eyes.  I wish I could sleep all day, forever. Needless to say it's Monday morning 8:41am and I feel like it's the end of the world all over again.  Just like yesterday Morning and probably tomorrow Morning.  How does this get any easier?  Well yesterday ended up an alright day, maybe I can do the same for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115496565292837545?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115496565292837545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115496565292837545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115496565292837545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115496565292837545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/08/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115493795048559179</id><published>2006-08-07T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:19.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's one in the morning.... do you know where your brains @?</title><content type='html'>It's now one in the morning on this gorgeous Monday, and guess what?  I think I'm getting sleepy!!!!! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the excitement you ask?  Well in the last 5 days I've had about a grand total of about 15 hours of sleep.  What sucked the most is that I haven't felt tired.  Same goes for my appetite at one point I didn't eat for at least 40 hours and damn it I wasn't hungry.  What the fuck!?!?  But today I ate, mmmmm.... food, I almost forgot how good it tasted.  And tonight or should I say this beautiful Monday morning I'm starting to get the slightest feeling that I might be tired!!!!  That's some good times if I ever heard them.  Now I have to work on my dreams.  Damn dreams.  Even if I only get an hour of sleep a night my dreams are all the same.  Well maybe tonight that might change.  I'll let you know tomorrow, or later today whatever the case may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an update to all of my sorrow and blah, blah, blah (you're all probably tired of hearing it).  Sunday morning sucked major ass.  I mean major hairy monkey after a week of explosive diarrhea ass.  But with the help of some friends (family I'd like to say), all in all it ended on a decent note.  I'm getting there.  I still can't see then end, it's really no where in sight yet but I'm getting there, I know I am.  Thanks again buddies.  Thanks a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115493795048559179?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115493795048559179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115493795048559179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115493795048559179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115493795048559179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-one-in-morning-do-you-know-where.html' title='It&apos;s one in the morning.... do you know where your brains @?'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115485361234728298</id><published>2006-08-06T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:19.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Try</title><content type='html'>Let me try and be optimistic and hopeful of the future.  Ummmm, yeah I don't know how to begin.  All I can say is I have great friends.  They keep me up and breathing at times when I don't think I can by myself.  Times are tuff buddy, but what am I gonna do?  When you give all of yourself and it's not enough then there's nothing you can do.  It wasn't meant to be I guess.  I'm ranting now.  It's funny I'm supposed to be "optimistic", I think this is the complete opposite.  Okay here goes again, optimistic......  everything has been soo blurry lately, but I think that every day I get more and more moments of clarity.  I can focus a little more each day.  There are still bad days.  Yesterday was one of them.  But even on the bad days I have moments when I laugh and moments when I think I'll be alright.  There, that was it.  That was the optimism.  There will be more.  Hey I said I was going to try I didn't say this was going to be a revelation or a layout of all the good things to come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the feeling of "loneliness" now, having someone there and feeling completely alone.  Someone once said, "that feeling you have, then out of nowhere". That sums up a lot.  It meant enough for me to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115485361234728298?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115485361234728298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115485361234728298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115485361234728298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115485361234728298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-me-try.html' title='Let Me Try'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115470424473579545</id><published>2006-08-04T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:19.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all of my friends who are helping me get through this hard time in my life.  The only thing that keeps me from breaking down all of the time is you guys.  You know who you are, I haven't stopped talking to you once in the last few days.  Thanks a lot guys.  It will take time, but thanks to your help I think I can do it.  Thank you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115470424473579545?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115470424473579545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115470424473579545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115470424473579545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115470424473579545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115213385280704378</id><published>2006-07-05T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:19.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Shouldn't Do</title><content type='html'>I SHOULDN'T WRITE BLOGS!!!!  I FUCKING HATE THIS SHIT!!!  Damn I did it again.  I'd like to go on here and write something good.  All of the crap that I've written lately I don't normally write.  I hate going back and reading that shit.  It bugs me.  Always has probably always will.  So seeing as I've already wrote another blog (being the idiot that i am), this one will probably be the last one for a while.  I think it's time to start keeping my thoughts to myself.  I'll write something later whenever my brain decides to work with the rest of my body, but who knows how long that will be.  My only concern is what will happen when this "pressure release valve" is removed?  I guess I'll find out soon enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115213385280704378?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115213385280704378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115213385280704378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115213385280704378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115213385280704378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-i-shouldnt-do.html' title='Things I Shouldn&apos;t Do'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115057296187494669</id><published>2006-06-17T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:19.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today I'm happy.  There's no easier way to describe it.  My thoughts are more collected, I can think of things to come, and memories to be made.  I smile more today, I laugh to myself at times, it's a good day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the last few weeks have been a bit rough is sort of an understatement, but I've mentioned before that, "that's life".  The things that are worth fighting for are the things I want in life.  Now I have one of those things.  Sometimes you go through life wishing you had something, just one thing and when you finally have it you gain something else.  Fear.  A fear of losing the one thing you've wanted for so long.  Today that fear is gone.  Today I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the great things about getting something you've tried so hard for is the feeling that you can accomplish a lot in life.  Not only am I happy, I am now optomistic, even more so than before.  I've never been one to doubt myself much, but this makes me even more confident in the possiblities of the future.  The feeling you can do anything is a great feeling, even if it is an arrogant feeling.  We all have to put ourselves above other things every once in a while, only then can we see far ahead.  Only when we can put other things aside can we see our futures and goals clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the feeling of doing all of this and not being alone.  You can do a lot alone, you should do a lot alone.  But when you've accomplished many things in your life alone, it feels good to be able to share your accomplishments with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to get ahead of oneself when you're happy.  But that feels good also.  Dreams are versions of a reality that can be.  Why not make them so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm happy.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115057296187494669?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115057296187494669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115057296187494669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115057296187494669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115057296187494669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/06/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-115031163895891358</id><published>2006-06-14T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:19.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man I should have been at school almost 4 hours ago.  This is what happens when you've only had about 2 hours of sleep in the last day and then you decide to get drunk off your ass at about 1 in the morning.  I have no idea what time I stopped drinking last night, er I should say this morning.  I drove home later this morning but I doubt that was a good idea, seeing as I can't remember much of that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this post is that blogs are the devil, but the devils hand feels warm when everything else seems so cold at times.  I write shit on here sometimes that I know I probably shouldn't.  As I'm writing I think "what the fuck are you doing man?", "why are you writing this shit down so all can read".  But the thing is that this blog has become a sort of pressure release valve for me.  I get to the point where I could probably explode and I find that there's no one around to talk to at the moment.  That and if you know me, you probably know I like to keep shit like this to myself.  I dislike "sharing" my "feelings".  So seeing as there's no one around and even if there was I'd probably not say anything, I'm glad I can write shit down.  I can't think of a name for this post, it could be a million different things flying through my mind right now, I'll leave it blank.  The beginning of the end is something I don't want to start right now, but the sooner this trip is over the better.  Justin if you read this. . . . alcohol is the devil too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I wish I was still drunk.  Good times.  Here's a toast to friends and the reasons we drink!!!  (whatever those reasons may be)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-115031163895891358?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/115031163895891358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=115031163895891358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115031163895891358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/115031163895891358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/06/man-i-should-have-been-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-114939198500760430</id><published>2006-06-03T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:19.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ride</title><content type='html'>Today I took a hundred mile ride to nowhere and back.  It was great.  This solitude I love.  I love it because I choose it.  As I ride I think, I enjoy, I see.  It's amazing.  I will always own a motorcycle.  I saw the sky change from a bright blue, to a golden yellow, to a purple, and finally a dark blue, it made me happy.  Life still goes on.  Whatever happens, happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This helped too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-114939198500760430?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/114939198500760430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=114939198500760430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/114939198500760430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/114939198500760430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/06/ride.html' title='A Ride'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-114923124571344111</id><published>2006-06-01T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:19.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cigars, Music &amp; Stars</title><content type='html'>Cigars, Music &amp; Stars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I love being alone..... Sometimes.  I sit smoke a cigar listen to music and watch the stars in the sky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my good friend was in Iraq I would sit and smoke a cigar listening to music and I'd look up at the stars.  I'd think that even though I haven't heard from him in while if at any point he was looking up at night he'd see the same thing.  It was not so good times.  It's good to say he's back, safe, and now he has a new baby girl, Noemi.  If you could choose your family he would be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I sat smoked a cigar listened to music and looked up.  I saw the same stars but tonight I hoped others saw them.  Things happen in life that turn everything sideways.  You try to straighten out and when you think you're set, you realize it's still sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to write what you feel is easier said than done when your mind is in a million different places.  But writing does help get some of the crap out.  It clears it up a bit.  Unfortunately you don't feel everything with your mind.  In that case what do you do?  I can't write that, I don't know how to think it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This did help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-114923124571344111?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/114923124571344111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=114923124571344111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/114923124571344111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/114923124571344111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/06/cigars-music-stars.html' title='Cigars, Music &amp; Stars'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-114810788437712083</id><published>2006-05-19T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:19.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Friend Revisited</title><content type='html'>Man it's been a long ass time since I wrote a blog (that one on the 10th of this month didn't count).  I've been writing all of my blogs on "Myspace" lately.  As a matter of fact I'll probably post about this blog on there also.  Oh by the way, by an "old friend" I mean this site.  This is, the original "blogspot" for me.  My first post was here and hopefully my last post (whenever that may be) will be here.  I like this site.  It's simple and to the point.  I don't feel I have to leave all of my "friends" a comment.  If you haven't noticed yet, this post is going to more of a "rant" of different things that have been goings on since I last posted anything anywhere.  And as a caution there will probably be a lot of "quotation" marks, I have a bad habit of doing that.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did we leave off?  Oh yeah the SHO.  Well that car was nicely put back together by my brother and myself and it never caught fire (justin), thank goodness.  Since that fiasco though I have added some things to it (read: threw away hard earned cash into the money pit that is my car!), things that I probably shouldn't have done.  Oh well.  I added a new suspension to the car which makes it handle a lot better when I speed through turns!  Bad part was that one of the struts (it's a shock absorber sort of for those wondering what a strut is) was diffective from the manufacturer.  Good thing is they're replacing it.  Well seing as a had a car that was running and really I had no money to spend, and being the genius that I am, I decided to spend more money and take it apart!!!  I mean seriously!!!!  Sometimes I think I just need to be smacked around a bit and made to come back to reality!!!  So now just over 300 bucks later the car has been sitting at my school for about a week in pieces.  Why you ask?  Well I thought to myself, "summers just around the corner and man would some A/C be nice".  Problem is on a 16 year old car some things are practically welded together that shouldn't be, and after struggling for 2 days trying to remove an A/C hose without any luck, I came to my senses (with the help of one of my teachers).  I'm returning the parts that I purchased and I'm going to half ass the A/C job on the car.  It should work.  For how long?  That's another story.  So hopefully by next week I'll have the SHO up and running and hopefully I'll leave it put together for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the real reason I've had no problem leaving the car in pieces for the time being and the same reason I should have posted something a while ago, is my new Bike.  That's right buddies, I got me a new bike!!  It's a 2006 Harley-Davidson Street Bob, incase any of you were wondering.  I've been meaning to post something regarding my bike for a while now, but I really wanted to include a picture of it (oh well), maybe next time.  For those of you whom I haven't expressed this to, I love riding my bike, and I'm very happy that I have another one.  The sales guy at the dealer made me realize that I'm a lucky guy.  "Most people work their whole lives for this day" he said.  He's right.  But I also think it's choices ones make.  Some people my age would rather have a nice car, but not me, I love my bike.  Albeit I'm a little more paranoid now of where I leave it, and how I leave it (I carry a 20lb chain with me most places i go).  Incase you don't know, my previous Harley, which I loved was stolen.  Ah material things, no matter how much we say they don't matter, we lie to ourselves just that much.  Not too much, but it does sting a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, the coffee that I'm drinking sucks.  It's been a while since I've made my own coffee.  I spoiled myself with Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though that was a side note it kind of leads to my next topic.  And if you're still reading I'm impressed I would have probably stopped a while ago.  So the topic at hand, Dinero.  Money.  A friend touched on this subject in his own Blog.  It's hard man, when you don't have enough of it.  I mean there's a difference between wanting a lot and having enough.  After about 4 or 5 years of moving up as far as work is concerned, this year is the first year I've had to deal with having a lot less of it.  Actually I'm probably at a point where I don't have enough.  It's just kicking in now though.  It took 6 months since I left my last job, but yup, it's hear again, the great feeling of being poor.  The one good thing about being poor is that you appreciate everything a lot more, and as far as I'm concerned being poor made me the person that I am today.  So to be able to revist this time in my life (hopefully it's a short visit) is kind of good, sobering I'd say.  Sometimes we all need a good kick in the head to remind us of what our original views of life were.  My head is starting to hurt from the kicking though!  I think it's time to get back on track.  To all my poor friends out there, all it takes is you.  Believe in yourself, make the hard choices, sacrifice, you'll be alright, I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still here reading this.  There's a million things floating around in my head (maybe some of the kicking jarred it loose), but I can't keep my eyes open much longer, regardless of all the bad coffee I drink.  I'll post more often now I hope.  And if no one reads this at least it gives me something to do.  Take care and I'll be back to speak more of what's in my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-114810788437712083?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/114810788437712083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=114810788437712083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/114810788437712083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/114810788437712083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/05/old-friend-revisited.html' title='An Old Friend Revisited'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-114732971047575051</id><published>2006-05-10T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:18.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question</title><content type='html'>Who even still reads this?  The last time I posted anything here was in February.  I actually thought it would have been deleted by now.  Wierd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-114732971047575051?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/114732971047575051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=114732971047575051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/114732971047575051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/114732971047575051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/05/question.html' title='A Question'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-114033596629309332</id><published>2006-02-18T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:18.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it Out</title><content type='html'>If you read this (Justin), check out my "my space" Blog.  It's an entry that I'm actually quite proud of.  The one titled "what a day".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "my space" site is www.myspace.com/pablomc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out It's tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-114033596629309332?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/114033596629309332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=114033596629309332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/114033596629309332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/114033596629309332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/02/check-it-out.html' title='Check it Out'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-114016293784765097</id><published>2006-02-16T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:18.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit That Pisses ME OFF!!!!</title><content type='html'>So my buddy Justin Powers suggested that I write about shit that pisses me off.  Or to be more specific shit that has pissed me off recently.  So here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know or don't know, I ride a motorcycle.  I love my motorcycle!  And I love riding.  But the thing that I hate is morons who don't know how to drive!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5343/2187/1600/My%20Bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5343/2187/320/My%20Bike.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was riding to work today actually I was riding really relaxed, going no more than 70 miles per hour and just enjoying the ride.  Now people who ride bikes I feel are more careful when driving and especially when riding.  The reason being that when one rides you have to be aware of everything around you especially other drivers.  So.... I was riding to work and as I was approaching an on-ramp I noticed this kid in a BMW speeding onto the freeway.  I immediately knew that the idiot was going to do something stupid, so I moved further to the left in the lane that I was in.  As soon as I did that the kid merged into my lane with me still in it!!  He didn't look over to see if it was clear let alone signal!!!  So I honk and swerve out of the way but a motorcycle horn is only so loud.  Apparently he didn't hear me.  And again the m***** f***** comes into my lane!!!!!  So after laying on my horn a few times and accelerating past him, I let him know how I felt!  The finger was all it took to convey my feelings.  Needless to say it really pisses me off when damn kids who drive cars their mommy and daddy bought them, don't pay attention to the road and instead are trying to impress their friends or some chick, or just plain acting like damn idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you take anything from this post it's, be careful and considerate of other people on the road.  Pay attention to what you're doing!  Don't think that it's ok to change CD's, dial your friends, or be sleepy while driving, if you have to do these things please be really careful.  I mean it, cuz if you just happen to be the person who almost kills me on the freeway and I somehow find a way to get you out of your car, I will have no quarrels about beating the living shit out of you :-)  I'm sure all bikers who are almost killed by idiots on the road feel the same way.  So be safe for our sake and yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-114016293784765097?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/114016293784765097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=114016293784765097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/114016293784765097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/114016293784765097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/02/shit-that-pisses-me-off.html' title='Shit That Pisses ME OFF!!!!'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-113960290240769158</id><published>2006-02-10T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:18.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Take on Blogs</title><content type='html'>So since my last post I don't think anyone has visited my Blog.  Actually no, not since my last post, I don't think anyone has ever visited my Blog.  Is this a sign of things to come?  I hope not.  As I last finished posting I was thinking to myself, what is the meaning of a Blog?  I mean why do people find the need to write things on a web page for others to read?  Is it that they need someone to hopefully listen to them?  A lack of friends?  Maybe no one takes them seriously?  And when one writes on a Blog, one writes with the hope that someone else will agree with or find some sort of connection with what one has written.  In any case I have no idea why Blogs actually exist.  We now have the internet to gather most if not all the information that we need.  I mean there are forums where you can share ideas, there are thousands of news sources to chose from.  Why go to someones blog?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought to myself........ wait for it........ wait for it........ maybe, just maybe, Blogs are a form of "MySpace" for people who consider themselves too smart for that particular group of people, or somehow better than them.  Could that be true?  If so does that mean I think I'm better than people on groups such as "MySpace"?  I don't like to say that i'm better than anyone at least not publicly, and I think that would be true for most people.  But then again actions speak louder than words.  Whatever the case Blogs do exist and people tend to visit certain Blogs on a regular basis (apparently not mine though), and as such I will continue to fill my Blog with meaningless mumbo jumbo until I finally decide what the focus will be.  Or until I find something interesting and actually worth while to write about.  Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-113960290240769158?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/113960290240769158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=113960290240769158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/113960290240769158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/113960290240769158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-take-on-blogs.html' title='My Take on Blogs'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-113938380559212149</id><published>2006-02-07T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:18.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some advice</title><content type='html'>Ok after posting my picture on-line, I have nothing..... nothing else to put up on this Blog.  I wouldn't know where to begin.  The one and only reason I now have a Blog is because I received a whole internet page to myself after signing my life away to post a comment on a friends Blog.  That friend would be my Homey from the hood Justin Powers (sup G!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a first post (the picture thing didn't count) I'd like to ask for some advice, what do you want to hear?  And by "you" I mean anyone who happens to stumble upon this site by accident, or anyone I sucker into visiting my site.  Actually the real reason I'm doing this is that Justin said if I post a Blog 'Bill Gates will give me a hundred dollars for every view that I get'.  It's true.  Apparently It happened to one of Justin's friends, cousins, uncle twice removed from Yemen I think.  So that's why I'm here.  Again any ideas would be appreciated.  Good night and Good Luck (I stole that from a Movie).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-113938380559212149?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/113938380559212149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=113938380559212149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/113938380559212149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/113938380559212149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-need-some-advice.html' title='I need some advice'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21609897.post-113938264316566153</id><published>2006-02-07T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:08:18.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5343/2187/1600/IMG_1051_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5343/2187/200/IMG_1051_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21609897-113938264316566153?l=lowsodium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/feeds/113938264316566153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21609897&amp;postID=113938264316566153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/113938264316566153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21609897/posts/default/113938264316566153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowsodium.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-me.html' title='This is Me'/><author><name>Pablo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17134949407865559619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
