<?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-6532048</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:28:08.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Mans Lyric</title><subtitle type='html'>my eyes seek reality
and my fingers seek my viens
and i can't bear to see, what iv'e let me be 
so wicked and worn
so as i write to you of what is done and to do
maybe you'll understand and won't cry for this man
cause low man is due</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532048.post-108917878088362014</id><published>2004-07-06T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T22:39:40.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me and the only friend that hasnt let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/115-1533_IMG.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108917878088362014?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108917878088362014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108917878088362014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108917878088362014' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108752866555937698</id><published>2004-06-17T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T20:17:45.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wierd feeling inside..&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     isn't it wierd how a song can bring memmories back. i remember waking up in the morning with the music blasting, jumping out of bed and excitedly picking out my clothes for the day. oh how fun middle school was. &lt;br /&gt;its been so long i forgot who my best friend was, my cousin peggy. i remember how pissed off i was when her stupid dad made her move out and live with him in colorado. we were always together walking home from school and doing homework. when she moved i was like oh ill call you like every week and we'll email and all that crap. we'll she left in 1999 my freshman year and i feel so empty because we missed out on a lot of good times. now she has a steady career and i doubt she is going to move back down here. i really wish she were here because i would have someone to talk to when my friends dont call. i just really wish i could relive my whole elementary and middle school years, because that was when i was the happiest. time continues on and our memories just get more obscure till we forget them completly. tic toc tic toc goes old father time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108752866555937698?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108752866555937698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108752866555937698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108752866555937698' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108681932861538104</id><published>2004-06-09T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T15:16:33.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>summer at last!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;well its summer time,hooray. now this weekend im off to arizona to get my new set of wheels, but unfortunatly my cousins are all in hawaii. who wants to go with me!!!oh well. im done, im very bla today. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108681932861538104?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108681932861538104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108681932861538104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108681932861538104' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108494611761117186</id><published>2004-05-18T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T23:03:27.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i am the social misfit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since my soph year in highschool i felt that i never really fit in. always saying stupid things. overdoing jokes till there not funny anymore. kind of just floating around from group to group. the guy thats always just there filling in the circle that gets ignored.a feeling of emptyness that makes me want to hide some where and cry. i blame it on my personality. although it has kept me from getting into drugs and shit like that, it still sucked.friends rarely call to hang out. i have always have to call them. make the extra effort take them to lunch or take them somewhere. im mister realiable, the guy that gets things done. they call when they need something done like installing a new steering wheel, a system for there car, help with some engine modifications. im the first to leave whatever im doing to help out, thinking this is what friends do. when i call for help its oh ill totally call you later, im in church or im helping my dad. some bullshit. now its understandable to be busy. but call when you cant make it. i dont care if they say i cant today. im just sick of that o ill call you later shit. im very afraid because the lack of good friends has made me extremly self concious and shy. im afriad to talk to new people because im afriad ill say something stupid and my face will get all red and ill get totally embarassed. id rather walk the long way around than talk to someone.its like im growing up with a big part of my character missing. it takes me a long time to warm up to new people it feels like i have to feel them out to see if they are genuine. thats why i've never had a girlfriend. dont even get me started how impossible that is for me in my state of mind. it hurts cause i see how happy my sister and my cousins are. &lt;br /&gt;i beleive thats why i love metallica so much. i started listening to them when i was happy in middle school. was in a sorta band with friends freshmann year doing metallica covers. good memmories. i will always associate there music to my happiest times. anyways i have seem to have gotten off trrack. im tired and i got in a car accident yesterday so i am in a shit mood once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108494611761117186?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108494611761117186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108494611761117186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108494611761117186' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108433936123681210</id><published>2004-05-11T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:26:58.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;helpless fustration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck school. i just got my ass handed to me these past 2 weeks. a very humbling experience. so much information to take in, and a brain that can't quite work at 100%. i still feel like shit. i've lost my will power, so lethargic. fuck traffic and screw those noisy ass holes in the back of the room that aggrivate me so. i know im not myself its been 2 years since ive felt normal. iwant to scream sometimes, nobody has a clue what im dealing with. fuck this piece of shit computer that freezes like 4 times a day, fuck aol for being so shitty. damn the world. i am a lonely soul trapped behind a reality that isn't his.&lt;br /&gt;only one thing has made me happy today, an old song from old memmories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got beach front property in arizona&lt;br /&gt;from my front porch i can see the sea...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108433936123681210?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108433936123681210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108433936123681210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108433936123681210' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108399311371691075</id><published>2004-05-07T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T22:16:22.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothin but epic shreddin metal&lt;br /&gt;   man do i feel like a new person. its been 4days, i feel great thus far. next week i will know for sure what i have. then i can get down to business. be normal again. &lt;br /&gt;i hate the side profile of my head&lt;br /&gt;3weeks down, 5 to go. come june14 im lettin loose. &lt;br /&gt; i started listening to metal again found some really good bands. some screaming but the harmonies make it all good.&lt;br /&gt;i think i wanna buy a drum set. real bad&lt;br /&gt;life sure is easier without a job.&lt;br /&gt;my last serenade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108399311371691075?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108399311371691075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108399311371691075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108399311371691075' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108267388335464538</id><published>2004-04-22T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T15:48:50.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm lonely&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;this week has been the longest in my life. my school is so long and boreing. heres the deal my school starts at 8am. i leave for school at 7am, i have to take side streets because the Freakin freeway is packed. my teacher lectures for 2.5 hours and then we go through the training programs on the computers till 1pm. thats five hour of boreing ass shit. then i drive all the way home again on the crowded ass freeway. get home eat some food, play guitar or do whatever. then at 4pm i leave again, get on the crowded ass freeway get back on the computers at 4:45. at 8pm we go back for lecture till about 10pm. thats some bullshit. DAmn!&lt;br /&gt;what sucks even more is that they are very similar classes. morning class is advanced electronics and night class is beginner electronics. with the same teacher. so the teacher explains everything to death, and usually uses the same analogies in both classes. so tonight when i go im gonna here the same bullshit i heard this morning. i want to scream. so its like 10 hours of complex information intering my brain nonstop. its insane. &lt;br /&gt;anyways heres the deal. i need you people out there to call me during the day and chat with me, or text message. i dont care, just anything. talk a bit. tell me about your day. get my mind of this boring shit. help me please im going insane and its only been a week. im very lonely at school. most other student are stupid ass wanna be gangsters i try to ignore. i just need someone to talk to. so when your bored think hey i should give gabe a call, he's probably depressed and bored. for those of u that forgot. 3108043012 call it and save me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108267388335464538?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108267388335464538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108267388335464538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108267388335464538' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108249904052953756</id><published>2004-04-20T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T15:15:21.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my new classes suck so much. i want to rip my eyeballs out. there so long and boring.&lt;br /&gt;its ok though i will be done with it soon.  &lt;br /&gt;boy did i have fun this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE DREAMS THE CHAMPAGNE DREAM&lt;br /&gt;STRABERRY SURPRISE.....&lt;br /&gt;PINK LINEN ON WHITE PAPER...&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAYS THAT LOVE IS FOR FOOLS TO FALL BEHIND........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geee i sure wish i could of had pictures to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin but smiles, of course until i get to class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108249904052953756?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108249904052953756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108249904052953756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108249904052953756' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108206655426722418</id><published>2004-04-15T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T15:10:36.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE FATHER SON PROJECT!!&lt;br /&gt;heres the car my dad and i have been working on for about a year now. its a 70 chevy nova. not my favorite year but it will still be a crap load of fun in the summer time when we go cruisin. i cant wait till it gets painted, then its all down hill from there. we had to do so much body work on it, a lot harder than i had thought. but its comin together pretty good now. its been really hard for me to get into working on this car, i guess its lack of motivation. just one more thing that i lost joy in the past couple years growing up. oh well, i got the feeling back so its all good. alright the pics below are of the car as it sits right now in primer. the plan is to paint it a bright hugger orange with 2 white racing stripes. its a classic paint job they did back in the day. it really screams "hey you look at me!!" its quite stunning. can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/MVC-091S.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and below is the stance i want. so im gonna need to lower the front with spindles about 2 inches. it looks so bad ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/nova.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and below is the color. a bright orange. its striking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/nova3.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait to go cruisin in the summer time. mmmmmmmmsummer &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108206655426722418?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108206655426722418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108206655426722418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108206655426722418' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108198292465459524</id><published>2004-04-14T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T15:53:05.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>repost: back to my old self again......... well almost...&lt;br /&gt;there has been something on my mind the past couple of weeks. it has made me extremely happy, and excited. kinda of like your first day of school. &lt;br /&gt;with my senses returning to me it feels like i am a new person. every day is brighter and i feel i have a sense of purpose. a feeling of pure inspiration that follows throughout my day &lt;br /&gt;but then again it almost seems too good to be true. my life could't possibly come together this easily.... or maybe it can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a repost from a previous one. it further explains what i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;today i awoke with excitment. no work and school wasn't till 4pm. so i washed my truck. i took my time washing every detail till it was spotless. then the old feelings rushed back to me. i could smell the freshly cut grass, the sweet clean smell of the car wash liquid, the trees, the flowers.....ooooh the flowers, how glorious their scent is. the sun beating down on me. the day was crisp.&lt;br /&gt;for so long i have been living life blindfolded. cut off from my normal healthy life, existing in a tasteless, colorless world. Just merely existing. Now as I get healthy again I am able to look back on how I saw life before all this crap happened, and remember what it was like to feel pure joy again. &lt;br /&gt;I guess IM glad this has happened to me, even with the uncertainty of serious damage to my body. because i have learned so much about how diet affects your health, and how twisted and bad doctors and prescription drugs are. i just wish it didn't happen during my highschool days, so much i missed out on. &lt;br /&gt;i get to go to a new doctor next month, he should be able to fix me. i can't wait, so &lt;br /&gt;much to learn and take in. then soon i will feel life in its purest, with all my senses working at full power.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108198292465459524?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108198292465459524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108198292465459524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108198292465459524' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108110749934516686</id><published>2004-04-04T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T12:42:02.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY REUNION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  well a just got back from simi this morning. my cousin shalaynas wedding was last night. let me tell you i haven't had that much fun for a long long time. brings back some great memories. my family is definitly the coolest ever. everyone had a great time we smuggled in a bunch of jagermeister and jack.... ooo how fun it was. this goes out to my family i love you guys good times and i will see you next week for another sexy dance party in arizona. haha spring break hooooooorrrayyyyyy. its was especially great to see ryan, its been such a long time. love you man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108110749934516686?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108110749934516686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108110749934516686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108110749934516686' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108094617652789983</id><published>2004-04-02T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T14:53:16.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>an update on gabe's future plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was informed a couple of days ago that the air force might not be the best way to go. my father has connections through his work and friends. so the plans have changed, yes once again. the new plan....... go to school full time. finish next year, work in a fedex sorting facility, while on the weekends work for a friend of my dads on planes so that i can get experience. then i get my foot in the door and bam land a job doin anything and everything. securing my future. while on the side buy and rent out houses like my parents are learning how to do. soak up all the info they take in and be able to retire at a young healthy age. so there will be plenty of time to go travel the world and experience Gods green earth. oh ya and raise a family and all that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i was glad i found out this info because i really never wanted to leave my family for 4 years. that would be hard. so i am very excited. &lt;br /&gt;but i really hate l.a. the traffic sucks so much, and its only going to get worse.not to mention the illegal mexican and hard working citizen ratio is starting to become unbalanced. but on the other hand i love the coast the beach, the weather. its quite a conundrum.&lt;br /&gt;well anyways the new plan kicks ass. let the good times roll in so cal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108094617652789983?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108094617652789983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108094617652789983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108094617652789983' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108088252463532320</id><published>2004-04-01T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T21:12:24.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                 thw road ahead is clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/MVC-013S2.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108088252463532320?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108088252463532320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108088252463532320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108088252463532320' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108071235362151954</id><published>2004-03-30T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T21:57:41.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SOME EXCITING NEW NEWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well today was rather interesting. i found out that my manager forgot to give me a day off this weekend. i was pissed, i had told him like 2 weeks ago. and when he went to go change it all the other drivers were like..........whine whine whine,, why does he always get a day off when he wants to. i thought to myself, stop bitching i worked like every weekend last month. as i thought further i was like i hate this freakin job, i need to get away. hmm so i asked my parents if i could quit and go to school full time. they said go for it, and that they would pay for my insurance and put a hold on my truck payments. one problem though i need to find some small income on the side for gas money and spening cash. &lt;strong&gt;any ideas out there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that means by this time next year i will have my AA and my airplane mechanic certificate. Wicked kick ass. by the time i am 20(next year) i will have accomplished a whole lot more than i had planned. which means i will be 24 by the time i am out of the air force. and a young 24 year old starting a new life on his own. its a huge head start.im a bit excited and scared. then i thought, that would mean i have 2 really true summers left as a young person and one as a teenager. it brings a tear to my eye. time moves so fast, i dont want it to slip by i want to live like its going out of style. o shit i just realized something. i have a little over a year to live with my parents. i am going to miss them so much. life will never be the same. i need to remind myself every day to apreciate the kind of love and encouragement they have given me. they have always beleived in me. this year is going to fly by i just know it, i want it to be the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108071235362151954?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108071235362151954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108071235362151954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108071235362151954' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108053105863010600</id><published>2004-03-28T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T20:09:31.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexy dance party for three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another late night drunken babble fest with my cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    since my cousin buck and myself had our little heart to heart talk last week, i guess andrew felt left out, so i headed out to simi again this saturday to have a three way drunken babble fest with the both of them. oh ya we also had to practice our song for the wedding. remember when by alan jackson. we sounded pretty good, im hoping its wasn't the wine that made it sound good. i think we have it pretty much together now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the night started with buck and myself having a nice dinner and the macaroni grill. haha we got to cut a bunch of people due to the fact that we have connections. side note(man im so impressed by the way andrew carries himself with the whole server thing, such a character.) any ways then buck and i hung out a bit and met andrew at his house. we were unable to score any liquor that we prefered, so we settled for some wine. nasty stuff ill tell you what. buck got beligerant before we even started to practice, it was hilarious. so me and andrew had to catch up, and that didn't take long. so then the talking began we chatted about everything from hippies, the meaning of love, memories, our futures  and a bunch more. four hours later we called it a night and slept. and woke up to some awesome will ferrell skits. it was a good time. im glad we have gotten closer as we've gotten older, it means a lot to me. lov you guys. and i can't wait to get down and ttotally tamned with my whole family next week. one more thing....... hooray one more week and my spring break will be here. oooo yes finally i can catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I take this pain of mine?&lt;br /&gt;I run, but it stays right by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tear me open, pour me out&lt;br /&gt;There's things inside that scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;And the pain still hates me&lt;br /&gt;So hold me until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the curse, just like the stray&lt;br /&gt;You feed it once and now it stays&lt;br /&gt;Now it stays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tear me open but beware&lt;br /&gt;There's things inside without a care&lt;br /&gt;And the dirt still stains me&lt;br /&gt;So wash me until I'm clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me why you've chosen me&lt;br /&gt;Don't want your grip,&lt;br /&gt;don't want your greed&lt;br /&gt;Don't want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear me open, make you gone&lt;br /&gt;No more can you hurt anyone&lt;br /&gt;And the fear still shakes me&lt;br /&gt;So hold me until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;metallica&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108053105863010600?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108053105863010600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108053105863010600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108053105863010600' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108027853504431809</id><published>2004-03-25T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T21:48:34.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>      METALLICA &lt;br /&gt;ON THEIR MADLY IN ANGER WITH THE WORLD TOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics of that epic night. cant wait till i go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/metallica_show_edited.jpg&gt;no mike did not wet his pants from ecxitement. he just dosn't qiute know how to hold a cooler level. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/th_metallica_show_004_edited.jpg&gt;hey james over here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/metallica_show_002_edited.jpg&gt;boy dosn't jon look ecxited. tailgatin it up with a small group of friends. sigh............ good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/metallica_show_001_edited.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good trip with good friends, just priceless in my book.&lt;br /&gt;................AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108027853504431809?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108027853504431809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108027853504431809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108027853504431809' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108025581236913327</id><published>2004-03-25T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T19:59:41.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know shit hits the fan when......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the circle of light at the end of your tunnel&lt;br /&gt;is just a freight train coming your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take life straight.... no chaser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108025581236913327?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108025581236913327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108025581236913327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108025581236913327' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-108010808180105820</id><published>2004-03-23T21:35:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T22:35:28.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleeding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit here on my porch&lt;br /&gt;reviewing my past&lt;br /&gt;how can this be &lt;br /&gt;time moves too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day is beginning&lt;br /&gt;the minutes tick by&lt;br /&gt;it seems like im falling&lt;br /&gt;when others start to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will never return&lt;br /&gt;the fond days of past&lt;br /&gt;like tears they faded&lt;br /&gt;always thought they'd last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories fade &lt;br /&gt;like clouds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;as i sit in the shade&lt;br /&gt;i begin to cry.... and think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(when a man lies)&lt;br /&gt;(he murders some part of the world)&lt;br /&gt;(this i cannot bare to witness any longer)&lt;br /&gt;(let the darkness take me home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the memorys &lt;br /&gt;dont come around&lt;br /&gt;i'll known whats its like to fade &lt;br /&gt;fade into the background&lt;br /&gt;fade away&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-108010808180105820?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108010808180105820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/108010808180105820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108010808180105820' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-107990488903623169</id><published>2004-03-21T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T13:38:12.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there has been something on my mind the past couple of weeks. it has made me extremely happy, and excited. kinda of like your first day of school. &lt;br /&gt;with my senses returning to me it feels like i am a new person. every day is brighter and i feel i have a sense of purpose. a feeling of pure inspiration that follows throughout my day&lt;br /&gt;but then again it almost seems too good to be true. my life could't possibly come together this easily.... or maybe it can&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmcofffeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-107990488903623169?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107990488903623169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107990488903623169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107990488903623169' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-107913377416742900</id><published>2004-03-12T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T15:38:47.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>headbangin good times and the Return to Serenity part2 &lt;br /&gt; well  here i go, below are just some of the pics from the road trip to san fran, more pics coming soon of the show. the six of us had a great time. i have never had more respect for metallica than i do now. they are roughly 39-40 years old and they played for over 2 hours. they kicked my ass i couldn't take it anymore. they played their fastest song ever. entitled dyers eve, in the 14 yr.s that song has been out, they never played it live. and now all of a sudden they busted it out no problem. sure his voice isn't as good as it was in the past, his vocal range has deteriorated, he is 40 after all. but its epic whatching them play none the less. and most of all i caught a pick, woooooooooooohoooooooooo. kick ass. the pics below are of a place we stumbled apon, just made us all think how big and vast the world is and how insignificant our liitle familiar box is. it was serenity and joy in its purest form. it was so many things to us at that particular moment its hard to describe. just breathtaking. &lt;br /&gt;heres my good freind mr. mike minor and i in the beginning of the trip. can't just see the sparkle of exitment in our eyes. &lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/MVC-008S2.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me screamimg"the goggles they do nothing" and the reason i am sick right now&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/MVC-009S2.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the best veiw, a panoramic shot put together by yours truly&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/beach_landscape.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/th_MVC-015S.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/MVC-041S2.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/MVC-038S2.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/MVC-039S2.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/MVC-024S2.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/MVC-030S2.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/MVC-008S.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/th_MVC-003S.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/MVC-004S.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/MVC-005S.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/MVC-024S.jpg&gt; well that should be enough you get the jist of it. coolest place ever. there was way more but i ran out of memory on my camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-107913377416742900?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107913377416742900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107913377416742900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107913377416742900' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-107853773183634521</id><published>2004-03-05T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T08:27:06.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RETURN TO SERENITY&lt;br /&gt;what a fabulous day it is. the sun is shining bright the birds are singing and the smell of freshly cut grass is in the air. aaaaaahhhhh just wonderful. its days like these that inspire me to do something constructive. write a song or go to the beach and digest the beautiful suroundings. so i decided to go to one of my favorite spots in the whole world a cove in palos verdes. below are some breathtaking pics. enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/f96ee00a.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/f96ee019.jpg&gt;look its a boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/f96ee012.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/f96ee00c.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/f96ee01f.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this, just perfect for skim boarding. yes, a good summer coming up, yes indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/outlaw-torn/f96ee013.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as beautiful as (insert thoughts here)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-107853773183634521?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107853773183634521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107853773183634521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107853773183634521' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-107847014073044209</id><published>2004-03-04T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T14:23:15.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..................AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS&lt;br /&gt;there isn't anything quite as fun or exciting as hanging out with old friends and going on a road trip. this weekend, 6 friends, metallica, beer, and the open road. i just love it. its gonna be an awesome headbangin good time. this will be my second trip to san fran to see the metallica crew. this time im bringing a camera into the show, and have my lighter ready for nothing else matters, and any other ballady songs. metallifuckinca!&lt;br /&gt;i can't beleive its gonna be spring again, time just flies by. life is good right now, really busy. not exactly as i had envisioned it but oh well. not enough time in the day. &lt;br /&gt;here are some current goals&lt;br /&gt;-help my dad out with the nova.&lt;br /&gt;-work out 4 times a week&lt;br /&gt;-practice more guitar, getting rather rusty&lt;br /&gt;-keep my room clean&lt;br /&gt;-learn how to sing and play guitar super good&lt;br /&gt;-save up money for future&lt;br /&gt;-get strait A's&lt;br /&gt;-make my truck a wicked badass machine&lt;br /&gt;-show my parents(sister&amp;brother) I love and apreciate them&lt;br /&gt;-cherish the time i have with my family&lt;br /&gt;-stay as healthy as possible&lt;br /&gt;-get tamned with my family more&lt;br /&gt;-practice to type faster&lt;br /&gt;-download all the family guy episodes&lt;br /&gt;-find a girlfriend by summer&lt;br /&gt;-find a more fullfilling job&lt;br /&gt;-find second income&lt;br /&gt;-try to stay optimistic&lt;br /&gt;-oh ya did i mention getting huge for this summer. beach time.&lt;br /&gt;-carpe diem, live life to the fullist&lt;br /&gt;i know theres more but for now that'l do&lt;br /&gt;check out the truck im buying my sister after i get out of the airforce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.motortrend.com/truck/roadtests/pickup/163_0402_colorado_l2.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya this pic is just badass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://roadandtrack.com/assets/image/0127200414103373.jpg&gt;eat this bmw and mercedes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-107847014073044209?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107847014073044209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107847014073044209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107847014073044209' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-107829589071773082</id><published>2004-03-02T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T09:31:35.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have just realized something about the school i go to. its full of incompetent fools. what i'm about to say may seem self centered or like im showing off but im really not. this is what i see and what i feel. &lt;br /&gt;getting an airframe and powerplant license, (or a&amp;p) is a great oppurtunity for an induvidual such as myself to start a career. it opens the door to so many possiblities its crazy. for instance, i could work on airplanes(engines, airframes, avionics, machine shop) and make kick ass money. or robotics, any autoshop, i could work at disneyland designing rides. its endless. the a&amp;p certificate shows you are of a higher inteligence when it comes to working machines, basically anything mechanical. i am extremely into these things, ever since i was little i took things apart, put them back together. always asking i wonder how it works. thinking beyond the box if you will. i was blessed to have these traits. i need to utilize these traits to best contribute to this society. and that last senstence is why i am so pissed off. a&amp;p school should be packed with people like me that think outside the box. my school is full of about 89% dumbasses that dont know the difference between bournoulies principal and the boiling point of water. &lt;br /&gt;the whole college education system is all screwed up. nobody grows up in this society wanting to work on airplanes. its all, i want to be a doctor, or i want to be a professional sports player, or lawyer, or some other fancy trendy career. people spend thousands and thousands of dollars on colleges to be those things. its so glamorous. so all the good mechanicaly inclined people say hhmmmm i have to do something that society respects. so they spend thousands and thousands of $ on stupid ass school that will teach them crap they'll never use. so they spend there junior high and highschool days studying everynight, becoming A students and trying out the life they have dreamed about. and what happens to all the stupid people that just squeked by with c's. they say hey how about a&amp;p school they make awesome money and the school is way cheap. and that is what im dealing with now. they dont belong. they need to stay as far away from a plane as possible&lt;br /&gt;(this is where my first paragraph makes sense) i have been kickin ass in all of my classes. it all makes sense to me haw everything works. its seems its just too easy. everyone around me is like "what" and "huh, what did he just say" i play along and say ya i know i have no idea what hes saying. they are all struggling and im breezing by.and that is what thsi means "Im in overdrive while everyone is still in first gear".&lt;br /&gt;most of the guys in my class haven't even graduated from highschool it would seem, alot dont even speak english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-107829589071773082?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107829589071773082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107829589071773082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107829589071773082' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-107811380368522723</id><published>2004-02-29T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T20:53:30.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a new post hooray!!! i have so much i have on my mind im not going to be able to write it all. lets start at the beginning. last night i had an awesome time with my wicked cool cousins, sister, and sisters freind. oh ya and that wierd kawasakian chick(check out the crazy chick below). it was all good cause ahe bought us all drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid105/pc9839c87db8a139b28bd69abab459233/f97aadfb.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tip my hat to my cousin for taking one for the team and dancing with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now that that is out of the way. lets take an indepth look at some good times i had this past year.&lt;br /&gt;here are the pics of me and some friends at the senior feild trip thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid105/pda92d2ab62632bf8c84b1f55b771f905/f97a4f1c.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid105/pf4fb866753bbf0a4d86f48c44e163c55/f97a4f29.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe good times. i wish i was back in highschool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these next pics are from the L.A. auto show 2003, with non other than my s10 fanatic cousin jonathan. here we are in our dream vehicles.&lt;img src=http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid105/pff6a0855390ec37f8f1bf0c4fc7cd5fa/f97a7809.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid105/pb4c22bea93976a89ff2c9adbf289083f/f97a780b.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah and here comes the best time of them all. THE CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid105/pf2c6c8b531820d28e26c31a0f8462f81/f97a48f2.jpg&gt; shooootaaah&lt;br /&gt;and again &lt;img src=http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid105/p65143eb866db67ee1300fce93a339037/f97a48f8.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres some from the trip to glamis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid105/pb3dbc2706048b84bcdea561a7ac83c42/f97a48eb.jpg&gt;HOLD ON!!!!! wwwweeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;and the last venture of the summer with the guys. GO METALLICA, oh ya and linkin park too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid105/pc50f66fcea9e52cbf640767cafa83bad/f97a3b78.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid105/p637010b767ff0da1eb7db2dc1ba8b9dc/f97a3b7c.jpg&gt; tailgaten it up. &lt;img src=http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid105/pa5c161132af05418cc90e5d11316e24f/f97a3b86.jpg&gt; such great fun, cant wait to go back to san fran next weekend and do it again. &lt;br /&gt;there is just some of the fun i had this past year, good times with good friends, let the good times roll as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-107811380368522723?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107811380368522723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107811380368522723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107811380368522723' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-107794717293888047</id><published>2004-02-27T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T22:21:10.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my latest and greatest blog? maybe. lets see what is going on in my head today.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today with energy and excitment, for today was a glorious day. a DAY OFF from work and school. wooohooo! i got my paycheck from work and went over to cingular wireless to get a new phone. but couldn't because i havn't been with them long enough. bummer 2 more months to go. anywho.&lt;br /&gt;i then went home to go hang out with one of my friends. mike is his name. &lt;br /&gt;heres a pic of my fav car and the one i'm getting after i get out of the airforce, you dig. &lt;img src=http://www.cadillac.com/images/models/ctsv/gallery/photoExt1_med.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on with the story. i get home and said to myself "what do i want to do?" r/c cars? no. aaah mini bikes it is. so i fired up my 2 1/2 hp briggs and straton and headed across town to my friends house. narrowly getting caught by a police officer that cruised by. when i arrived we said our hellos and got to work on his mini bike that needed some fixin. mikes a good friend hes one i dont have to bullshit with. we both understand how each other think. always working together on some kind of crazy project. its a bunch of good times. &lt;br /&gt;anywho i then went home to go work on my truck spent 40 bucks and 3 hrs to replace a part i thought was rattling but it turned out it was something else. back to troubleshooting. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC=http://www.popularhotrodding.com/features/0312phr_fifthgen_04_z.jpg&gt; heres a sweet pic for ya'll to drool over&lt;br /&gt;ive been trying to plan for my trip to san fran. dont know where to stay yet o well it will come together.&lt;br /&gt;1 day till (the sexy dance party) cant wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all text in ( ) please speak with british accent, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-107794717293888047?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107794717293888047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107794717293888047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107794717293888047' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-107777205530463810</id><published>2004-02-25T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T21:10:25.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it would seem i have nothing to write about. very uneventfull day. ok let it flow dont be so critical. ok heres the thoughts in my head in no particular order. &lt;br /&gt;-math test tomarrow, havn't studied &lt;br /&gt;-san fransisco trip in one week i have to plan by myself cause my friends are to stupid to help&lt;br /&gt;-practice my british accent so i can say "sexy dance party" like stewie&lt;br /&gt;-practice singing and playing guitar&lt;br /&gt;-write these blog things&lt;br /&gt;-get new cell phone&lt;br /&gt;-stupid rain i just washed my car!!&lt;br /&gt;-i cant beleive lowmans lyric was taken, i cant believe someone out there is more obsessed with metallica than me.&lt;br /&gt;-i wish i was still on break, another 14 weeks to go&lt;br /&gt;cant wait till this weekend to hang out with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;it would seem i'm rambling. until next time, &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-107777205530463810?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107777205530463810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107777205530463810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107777205530463810' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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-6532048.post-107769160741590024</id><published>2004-02-24T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T22:49:35.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first post. stupid site is a pain in the ass. well anyways time to sleep. the vicious cycle continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532048-107769160741590024?l=11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107769160741590024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532048/posts/default/107769160741590024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://11lowmanslyric.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107769160741590024' title=''/><author><name>gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01858116207017322718</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>
