<?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-2300752401811682058</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:48:57.364-04:00</updated><category term='sleep'/><category term='work'/><category term='volleyball'/><title type='text'>Stuck In Ga and Blogging to Past the Time Away</title><subtitle type='html'>I am an intern at a mid-major Georgia university. I am from Alabama and will post a lot about The University of Alabama as well as other sites and sounds of college football and this town they call the Boro.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>92Champs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877433434679174745</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2300752401811682058.post-9071709776128029851</id><published>2008-09-15T08:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:55:11.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Update</title><content type='html'>Well i met another girl and asked her out after giving Ashley a week to see me. Well me and this girl where suppose to go out on Wens., but when I called she never answered. The next day she told me her phone died. I'm not sure if its B.S. or not, but it doesn't matter Ashley came to the bar to see me Thursday and the other girl saw her kiss me. We still aren't back together though. I went home solo and she was dancing with some other dude. I have no clue what is going to happen in that relationship. I wish I could meet someone else and just end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying to be more aggressive than my normal timid self. I saw Amber was bored yesterday and I texted her up. I told to come hang out if she was bored, because I was too. She was like I might, but never did. I told Ashley I miss laying beside her. I hate sleeping alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out tonight to Rudy's I think and am going to try and talk to some girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My competition for the SID job is coming into town Wens so I will have that day off till the soccer game and will be getting drunk Tuesday and trying to get some phone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Bama is up to #9 in the AP poll passing Auburn, who looked inept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300752401811682058-9071709776128029851?l=stuckinga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/feeds/9071709776128029851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300752401811682058&amp;postID=9071709776128029851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/9071709776128029851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/9071709776128029851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-update.html' title='Life Update'/><author><name>92Champs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877433434679174745</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-2300752401811682058.post-788539558738150279</id><published>2008-08-29T12:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:40:48.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Work is going to suck this weekend. I have to go to volleyball games tonight and all Saturday. I'm going to be pissed if I miss all of Clemson v. Alabama. Ashley texted me yesterday so we may be back on. She is going to the beach with her mom and wants to see me next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300752401811682058-788539558738150279?l=stuckinga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/feeds/788539558738150279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300752401811682058&amp;postID=788539558738150279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/788539558738150279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/788539558738150279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/2008/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>92Champs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877433434679174745</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-2300752401811682058.post-5645455980620044225</id><published>2008-08-29T12:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:37:18.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Game</title><content type='html'>Man, that SC vs NCST game was ugly. The gamecocks had four picks by one QB. NCST's QB got knocked out. State couldn't do crap either. Oregon St looked bad against Stanford. The QB for the Beavers threw a safety. Does it get worse than that. Stanford looked good. Their white running back was a beast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300752401811682058-5645455980620044225?l=stuckinga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/feeds/5645455980620044225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300752401811682058&amp;postID=5645455980620044225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/5645455980620044225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/5645455980620044225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/2008/08/ugly-game.html' title='Ugly Game'/><author><name>92Champs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877433434679174745</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-2300752401811682058.post-5885743444441489016</id><published>2008-08-28T08:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:40:30.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Football is Here</title><content type='html'>Thank God. We have football and by football I mean college football. I don't have a dog in the fight between SC and NC St. I like both coaches and can care less about both teams. I am just going to watch and see if Steve lets his QB play the whole game or if he yanks him, puts in another and yanks that one too. I am more excited for Oklahoma St and Washington St. Mike Gundy is awesome, especially if he blows up again and I like Ok St's unis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300752401811682058-5885743444441489016?l=stuckinga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/feeds/5885743444441489016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300752401811682058&amp;postID=5885743444441489016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/5885743444441489016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/5885743444441489016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/2008/08/football-is-here.html' title='Football is Here'/><author><name>92Champs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877433434679174745</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-2300752401811682058.post-3385544107518428452</id><published>2008-08-28T08:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:36:24.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We May be Back On</title><content type='html'>Well, I saw my ex-gf's roommate, who I never met, but saw in pictures; at Dingus. So I texted the old ex and was like, "Hey, is your roommate up at Dingus?" and a few back in forth messages later I found out that they had a fight and that her roommate was moving out and that her friend, who had been living on my ex's coach was moving into her roommate's room. Then she told me she missed me and I told her I did too. She then wanted to hang out again so I was like sure give me a call whenever. We will see what happens on that front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300752401811682058-3385544107518428452?l=stuckinga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/feeds/3385544107518428452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300752401811682058&amp;postID=3385544107518428452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/3385544107518428452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/3385544107518428452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-may-be-back-on.html' title='We May be Back On'/><author><name>92Champs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877433434679174745</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-2300752401811682058.post-877019948132690705</id><published>2008-08-27T11:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:33:38.026-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volleyball'/><title type='text'>Catching Up on Some Sleep</title><content type='html'>Man yesterday I was dead after I ate dinner at 7:40 ish. Work was a pain we had to do more volleyball stuff then go to a scrimmage for volleyball and work on stats. The anycast was being stupid and wouldn't allow both the laptop and camcorder to be connected to it at the same time. I finally got it working after having to dive into the menu and mess around with the slot assignments. Volleyball in college, at least, is an awesome sport from the babe standpoint, because the uniform is booty shorts and a short shirt and the girls in college are 6'5" freaks like in the olympics. If you have never been go to your local college and check it out. Tickets are usually non-existent since no one attends and the action is constent. The sport is great for the add type person. Anyway, after work we had to go to the Athletics Convocation, which is some meeting with the a.d. and the players. They announce all the coaches, give out the team academic awards, and then have a couple speeches. Its pretty boring for us and I'm not sure why we had to be there. After that let out at 7:30 pm I went home, ate, and then fell asleep. I'm trying to catch up on my sleep for the weekend of football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300752401811682058-877019948132690705?l=stuckinga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/feeds/877019948132690705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300752401811682058&amp;postID=877019948132690705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/877019948132690705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/877019948132690705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up-on-some-sleep.html' title='Catching Up on Some Sleep'/><author><name>92Champs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877433434679174745</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-2300752401811682058.post-657758598470050446</id><published>2008-08-26T01:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:34:14.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays</title><content type='html'>I headed up to rude rudy's, aka rudy's, at around 9:30 pm. I ran into a few different girls who talked to me but never asked nor gave a number, however, despite my failure to get lucky I saw the whole bar, bartenders included, spill out into the parking lot as two dudes were beating the crap out of another. I have no clue what it was over, but I bet a girl was involved. No matter what it made for an eventful monday. On the work side of things I uploaded my first media guide to the printer, which is a big acomplishment. On the personal front, I am still single, but did talk to a few different girls. I really need a girlfriend, because I can't stand being single.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300752401811682058-657758598470050446?l=stuckinga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/feeds/657758598470050446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300752401811682058&amp;postID=657758598470050446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/657758598470050446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/657758598470050446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/2008/08/mondays.html' title='Mondays'/><author><name>92Champs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877433434679174745</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-2300752401811682058.post-9137727451424382369</id><published>2008-08-24T16:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:12:25.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so boring Saturday</title><content type='html'>Saturday tends to be boring in the boro. This is mainly due to the fact that last call is 12pm, which really sucks. Yesterday, however, was actually pretty fun. My roommate had a friend in town, who actually drinks, so I had someone to hit the bars with. We played pool all night and talked to some girls who gave us a real number, but never answered later. So we started walking around meeting our neighbors who were out after partying. I found out that two houses down lived some people i met who work at retrievers and that on my side of the street lives on of the hot female bartenders. I didn't make it home till 3 am, which was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300752401811682058-9137727451424382369?l=stuckinga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/feeds/9137727451424382369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300752401811682058&amp;postID=9137727451424382369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/9137727451424382369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/9137727451424382369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-so-boring-saturday.html' title='Not so boring Saturday'/><author><name>92Champs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877433434679174745</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-2300752401811682058.post-2822735458959232910</id><published>2008-08-23T18:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:31:11.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Finally got in touch with coach and found out what happened in their game today. Now comes my least favorite part of the job, writing about a sporting event in which I didn't witness. This part is even harder since at the Division II level they aren't allowed to keep stats in exhibition games or according to coach redshirt guys who played in a exh. game, while at the D I level we can do both of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after this long day im planning to hit the bars and try to avoid the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300752401811682058-2822735458959232910?l=stuckinga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/feeds/2822735458959232910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300752401811682058&amp;postID=2822735458959232910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/2822735458959232910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/2822735458959232910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>92Champs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877433434679174745</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-2300752401811682058.post-4221068629145745161</id><published>2008-08-23T17:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:40:24.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting in the office</title><content type='html'>I'm stuck in the office waiting for our coach to get back to me with some qoutes on today's soccer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days have been just gray and blah. The hurricane has been passing close but not to close to us only leaving us some rain and a few knocked over trees. One of those trees just missed taking out my car by a few feet and put some small scratches on it. The tree in question did take out our cable and internet, but that is fixed now. I only wish it was some of those trees in the back that came down so we could get dish, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted away last night's time by spending it in a pretty cool bar called Dingus McGees, or just Dingus for short. They had a pretty decent band called Southbound playing and I listened to that while sitting at the bar alone. That is a lot of what I do since I don't know too many people down here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2300752401811682058-4221068629145745161?l=stuckinga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/feeds/4221068629145745161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2300752401811682058&amp;postID=4221068629145745161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/4221068629145745161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2300752401811682058/posts/default/4221068629145745161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinga.blogspot.com/2008/08/waiting-in-office.html' title='Waiting in the office'/><author><name>92Champs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06877433434679174745</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>
