<?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-5275998</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:00:34.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PumpUpTheVolume</title><subtitle type='html'>none</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07358360184728697620</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275998.post-95002843</id><published>2003-05-28T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T12:56:50.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do i even have a blog, i never write in it.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275998-95002843?l=pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/95002843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/95002843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95002843' title=''/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07358360184728697620</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275998.post-93816698</id><published>2003-05-05T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T12:22:26.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now i have a temparary name for our band, it is proximity, i know it isnt very good but it will have to do for now.  Until we get all rich and famous and can pay people to think of cool band names for us, this will have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275998-93816698?l=pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/93816698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/93816698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93816698' title=''/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07358360184728697620</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275998.post-93680609</id><published>2003-05-02T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T17:37:13.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i went to pizza hut and it was good, and in ASH this tile from the ceiling fell down and was like 3 feet away from hitting someone, i really dont feel safe in this school anymore, but what the hey, if i get hit with one of those tiles then my family is going to be rich and i would have a cool death.  I mean imagine that, people ask my family how i died, and they say "Oh, he was hit by a ceiling tile" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275998-93680609?l=pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/93680609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/93680609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93680609' title=''/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07358360184728697620</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275998.post-93432599</id><published>2003-04-28T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T17:34:48.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate this school, today this stupid kid stops in the middle of the hall and then his friend going the other way stops too.  meanwhile they eventually end up clogging up the whole hallway, and i run into them and then someone runs into the back of me meanwhile i accidentaly end up touching someones ass.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275998-93432599?l=pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/93432599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/93432599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93432599' title=''/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07358360184728697620</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275998.post-93148619</id><published>2003-04-23T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T18:37:36.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes another boring day, nothing new, except i saw an interesting feild yesterday at ravenna, they had telaphone poles in the middle of the outfield, and they had their wrestling mats wrapped around them so people wouldnt hit the pole itself, unfortenatly no one ran into the pole, but this kid from ravenna did fall in a hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275998-93148619?l=pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/93148619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/93148619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93148619' title=''/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07358360184728697620</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275998.post-92740101</id><published>2003-04-16T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T15:00:06.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another boring day, i found my calculator today after about 3 months, thats about the most exciteing thing that happened all day, besides when ross threw a baseball to me and hit the ceiling of our gym and knocked off some metal thing.  It just goes to show how cheaply construted this school is, the slightest touch of a baseball to a metal ceiling thing sends it headed to the ground, oh well you know i dont even think this school replaces anything they just paint over it to make it look new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275998-92740101?l=pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/92740101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/92740101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92740101' title=''/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07358360184728697620</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275998.post-92684050</id><published>2003-04-15T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T17:50:46.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another boring day, at my baseball game today this huge black guy slid into my base and i accidently stepped on his leg and he said something in spanish or something like that. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275998-92684050?l=pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/92684050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/92684050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92684050' title=''/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07358360184728697620</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275998.post-92617709</id><published>2003-04-14T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T17:53:14.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was really boring, i had a baseball game and we lost, so that kind of pisses me off.  But anyway, going back to school today after spring break really made me relize how stupid some people are.  I mean think of the stupidest person you know and times them by 100 and you will meet the stupid people at our school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275998-92617709?l=pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/92617709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/92617709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92617709' title=''/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07358360184728697620</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275998.post-92502631</id><published>2003-04-12T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T15:51:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyday, i'll call him mr. x (i dont want to hurt anyones feelings by naming names even though i dont really care because only about 7% of this school is cool) but anyway mr.x  looks at me out of the corner of his eye then rolls his eyes and does some weird eyebrow thing then drags his knuckles away.  That part dosent bother me, i mean he can do whatever he wants with his eyebrows and knuckles.  But what bothers me about "Mr. X" is that he tries to be too cool.  Well i think honestly we all try to be cool, but he just tries to hard and then thinks and talks like everyone likes him.  But i wont let it bother me.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275998-92502631?l=pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/92502631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275998/posts/default/92502631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpupthevolume.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92502631' title=''/><author><name>Aric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07358360184728697620</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></entry></feed>
