<?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-5593725</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:06:57.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kae</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome...To Planet Telex.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-113911212241438010</id><published>2006-02-04T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:02:02.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Things You Are.</title><summary type='text'>music: pat metheny - the way upso here i am, NOT attending the Charity Ball, but choosing to pour some of my intelligence onto a word document. in essay form. it's fairly hard to do, ignore my social life. and it's also proving to be substantially hard to write this essay, as my emotions are getting in the way. i really hate it when this happens, when you let feelings and thoughts (that dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/113911212241438010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/113911212241438010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113911212241438010' title='All The Things You Are.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-113667875431832766</id><published>2006-01-07T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T19:07:52.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Day.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Bedouin Soundclash. man i have to buy their album.so i guess i'll start off by saying happy new year! my time spent at home was enjoyable, good times breaking tables and cutting ourselves with glass. and mike threw another kickass new years jam. lots of fun. i ended up going to tremblent for a few days as well. it kind of sucked because the staff were on strike and not all of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/113667875431832766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/113667875431832766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113667875431832766' title='New Years Day.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-113467235634827497</id><published>2005-12-15T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T13:45:56.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Blanket.</title><summary type='text'>it's wrong to want more than a folk song.so im just posting a quickie because i havent doen so in a while.  nothing interesting has really happened, therefore nothing to post about! i hate it when that happens. so i only have one pointless exam to go. which would be saturday at 9am. for english. im always afraid i'll sleep past the scheduled time. that would suck. i had 3 exams (luckily) this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/113467235634827497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/113467235634827497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113467235634827497' title='Wet Blanket.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-113285666608433140</id><published>2005-11-24T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:05:57.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Now To Never.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: sparta. good winter music. and it's snowing tons today!i sent this email to a bunch of people, but here are a few hilarious facts about Chuck Norris that you probably didn't know (even if you don't know who Chuck Norris is, these are still funny):- Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.- Rather than being birthed like a normal child, Chuck Norris instead </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/113285666608433140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/113285666608433140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113285666608433140' title='From Now To Never.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-113174391959385586</id><published>2005-11-11T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T16:20:58.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Way.</title><summary type='text'>man, the Kaiser Chiefs are awesome.today was remembrance day, and being 15 mins away from the core of the nation's capital, i took advatnge of the amazing ceremonies that went on.  first of all, i woke up at 10:30, and by that time my entire floor had already gone. so i was all like "fuuuuuck", but mike was thankfully still here. i would feel terrible if i didn't go to SOME kind of ceremony. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/113174391959385586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/113174391959385586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113174391959385586' title='Modern Way.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-113082020395333984</id><published>2005-10-31T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:43:24.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste of Time.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: radiohead, the bends (album) personally my favourite radiohead album at that.well, happy halloween. i get to celebrate the festivities by sitting in front of my computer studying for my lousy psychology midterm tomorrow morning. the 9:30 AM midterm thought is quite scary, but other than that, i'm just not experiencing the greatness of halloween. anyway, i was thinking about music </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/113082020395333984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/113082020395333984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113082020395333984' title='Waste of Time.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112947585991716017</id><published>2005-10-16T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T13:26:08.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Compilation For Japan.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Razorlightwell first off, commencement was boring. real boring. ugh. but it was great seeing everyone again. i also got to see pattison, bower, mr.thomas and mr.jull, so it was great. after commencement i got pretty hammered. dave and lowe crashed at my place. we didnt get up until 3 the next day, a nice 12 hour sleep (for me it was a bit longer). that night was markham bowl. pretty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112947585991716017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112947585991716017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112947585991716017' title='A Compilation For Japan.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112829907160359936</id><published>2005-10-02T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:21:16.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Orchid.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Bob Marley - Is This Loveso i went to see METRIC on friday. it was so rad. they played some of their new stuff, which is guess was alright, but I would've enjoyed the concert MUCH more if they played a few extra songs from old world underground. actually now that I come to think about it, they pretty much played the entirety of old world underground. they played, hustle rose, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112829907160359936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112829907160359936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112829907160359936' title='Blue Orchid.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112741257675784533</id><published>2005-09-22T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T14:09:36.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still.</title><summary type='text'>listening to:  Foo Fighters, In Your Honor (Acoustic Side)I think I've found a new interest in philosophy.  Basically I think that God does not exist in terms of what humans do, as in choosing what is good and bad.  God is depicted as all-powerful, all-knowing and all-good (that of which nothing greater can be conceived).  But if that were true we, as humans, would never have to worry about being</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112741257675784533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112741257675784533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112741257675784533' title='Still.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112718802414270623</id><published>2005-09-19T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:55:30.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Violent Pornography.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - U2I seriously can't wait for winter to come.  We just taught two of the international students on my floor to skate.  It was histerical.  But, i can honestly say that I miss my rollerblades.  And I can't wait for winter to come, because as some of you may know, the canal freezes over and people can skate all the way downtown.  I'm really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112718802414270623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112718802414270623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112718802414270623' title='Violent Pornography.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112697247243713508</id><published>2005-09-17T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T11:54:32.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skttrbrain.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Salt Peanuts - The Quintet (Charlie Parker on sax, Dizzy on trumpet, Mingus on bass, etc.)its blog time again. my life has been an interesting one. it goes something like this: tuesday-wednesday read/do work all the time. thursday-monday get really drunk and drop lots of cash on things (which i really got to stop).last night i went to hull for the second time this week. i went for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112697247243713508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112697247243713508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112697247243713508' title='Skttrbrain.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112641512114763595</id><published>2005-09-11T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T01:05:21.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>White Light/White Heat.</title><summary type='text'>YES! THE WRANGLERS WON GROUP OF THE YEAR! THIS IS KICKASS! tomorrow im gonna party with my facils, and this 2-4 of sleeman cream ale i picked up will make it all the better! university=a drunken blur, whch is perfectly fine with me! 3rd floor Lanark kick some serious fucking ass."and when you're out of fuel, i'm still afloat."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112641512114763595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112641512114763595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112641512114763595' title='White Light/White Heat.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112610540826694380</id><published>2005-09-07T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T11:03:28.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn The Witch.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: qotsawell, this is my first post since i've offically moved into res! im in room 328 Lanark, and i'm loving it so far. my floor is the fine arts and music floor, so its great because lots of guys play guitar and are really talented. im the only bass player on my floor ut that only makes me more special! university is such a riot. my orientation week is going AMAZINGLY well. its a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112610540826694380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112610540826694380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112610540826694380' title='Burn The Witch.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112552195739236659</id><published>2005-08-31T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T16:59:17.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Moon.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Starman - David Bowiei leave for Ottawa this friday. im really excited, still not very nervous. i got a haircut today! yep, my first in like 4 months. ahhh its short. so Katrina didn't really affect us at all. but i still got a day off work because of the small amount of rain we had in the morning. i slept until 11:30. that was refreshing. ugh, i still have so much to buy in Ottawa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112552195739236659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112552195739236659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112552195739236659' title='Virginia Moon.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112501352097794968</id><published>2005-08-25T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:45:20.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Jumpin'.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Love Her Madly - The Doors.so guess who i saw in the cornell coffee shop yesterday? why, it was none other than Mr. Thomas! it was great seeing him again, but then i was blindly reminded that i wouldn't have him as a teacher any more, or be going back to highschool again (except for when i was visit). infact, i move to ottawa in a week and a bit. scary thought. but i'm really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112501352097794968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112501352097794968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112501352097794968' title='Everybody&apos;s Jumpin&apos;.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112423972850380721</id><published>2005-08-16T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:48:48.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exit Music (For A Film).</title><summary type='text'>listening to: radiohead!so, i'm watching the teen choice awards, for reasons that are unknown EVEN TO MYSELF.i've come to realize that i hate celebrities that don't have any particular talents.for example, ashlee simpson and paris hilton.WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY SO RICH?i especially hate the people who make rubbish music.like britney spears, and the backstreet boys.their music is just so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112423972850380721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112423972850380721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112423972850380721' title='Exit Music (For A Film).'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112384500024282474</id><published>2005-08-12T07:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T07:10:47.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unknown Soldier.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: No Way Back - Foo Fightersso, i stepped on glass yesterday.it really hurts.it put a nice little slice in the bottom of my foot.now i get to walk on it all day at work.tomorrow will be pretty kick assssssss.going to see foo fighters, than partying at that hotel.i'm going to be spending wayyyy too much money this weekend.$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$"and i, well if i ever caused you trouble, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112384500024282474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112384500024282474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112384500024282474' title='The Unknown Soldier.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112362736618933423</id><published>2005-08-09T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T18:42:46.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Johnny Park!</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Everlong - Foo FightersThe Foo Fighters concert is this saturday.And wakestock is this weekend.Hoooooly SHIT.Now, because I love music, I decided to do this:Here are ten songs I'm loving right now:1. Everlong - Foo Fighters2. Reptilia -  The Strokes3. Love Is A Place - Metric4. Strange Meadow Lark - The Dave Brubeck Quartet5. Talk - Coldplay6. Run - Snow Patrol7. Ten Years Gone - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112362736618933423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112362736618933423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112362736618933423' title='Hey, Johnny Park!'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112276857281706601</id><published>2005-07-30T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:32:20.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxwell Murder.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Told You So - Barenaked LadiesI'm playing with Google Earth.My face has decreased in swelling, but i still have a lot of dirty medication to finish.What a bitch.Right now i'm having a good old fashioned Barenaked Ladies moment. Their music is good for mood enlightening."and if you call, i will answer. and if you fall, i'll pick you up. and if you court this disaster, i'll point you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112276857281706601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112276857281706601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112276857281706601' title='Maxwell Murder.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112250687929808995</id><published>2005-07-27T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T19:27:59.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Medication.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Friend Of A Friend - Foo Fighters.so. some good news:- long weekend is soon to be here, AND friday i get a half day off work and a pizza lunch!- i finally got my new computer all set up with the internet and everything else. it's really sick.- i got my G licence! no more testing pour moi!- the Foo concert is getting closer.some bad news:- i have a massive cist on my FACE. it really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112250687929808995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112250687929808995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112250687929808995' title='Medication.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112155466861086162</id><published>2005-07-16T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T18:57:48.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Housin'.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Big Rock Candy Mountain - Harry McClintockthis song is histerical. for those of you who have seen "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" you might recognize it. its even funnier when you actually hear it because its such an old recording.  One evening as the sun went down, and the jungle fire was burning,Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said boys I'm not turning,I'm headed for a land</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112155466861086162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112155466861086162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112155466861086162' title='I&apos;m Housin&apos;.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-112077822479464353</id><published>2005-07-07T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:52:49.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of You.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: No Way Back - Foo Fighters.damn i love this new foo fighters single. speaking of foo fighters..guess who's going to see them augaust 13th? THIS GUY. im stoked. you know what else is awesome? ALEXISONFIRE is playing at carleton spetember 17th. that's right, i get an ALEXIS concert for going to carleton. this makes me happy. so i started working for the town last monday. let me tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112077822479464353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/112077822479464353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112077822479464353' title='Best of You.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111938257900941764</id><published>2005-06-21T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T15:36:19.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pegasus.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Haiti - Arcade Fire.yep. so since i have no exams, summer for me has officially started. i've been sitting around doing nothing so far, and it has been awesome. tomorrow im heading up to guelph, and sunday im leaving to go see ottawa and montreal and all kinds of random places. wont be back until july 2nd or 3rd. and i start my new job july 4th, which is also indepedence day for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111938257900941764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111938257900941764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111938257900941764' title='Pegasus.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111922266308913368</id><published>2005-06-19T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T19:11:03.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can See For Miles.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Hurt - Johnny Cash.learning: Sexy Results - Death From Above.ok, time for a bitter post.im not sure i can really take much more of this. being ridiculed. people acting like jerks.its. fucking. gay.i have so much freaking anger bottled up in me. where do i resort to let it out? i wish some people would just die. maybe its just me? i dont have much of a freaking clue. in the howling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111922266308913368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111922266308913368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111922266308913368' title='I Can See For Miles.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111902652444818542</id><published>2005-06-17T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T12:42:04.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffragette City.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Romantic Rights - Death From Above.mmmmm...i decided to sleep in today. what a good choice that was. i wish i wouldn't have to go to school. but alas, mrs. berchem decides to screw us all. and her class is the one in which my mark is the lowest. so i have to go.guess what movie i FINALLY finished watching yesterday?  Donnie Darko. i had never seen the ending, despite my efforts to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111902652444818542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111902652444818542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111902652444818542' title='Suffragette City.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111862458002286584</id><published>2005-06-12T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:03:00.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>William, It Was Really Nothing.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: No Transitory - Alexisonfire.holy crap theres a lot to blog about. im so fucking finished working at kates garden! YEAHFUCKINEH! thats such a relief on its own. today i helped take down the bloody garden show at angus glen, it was like visiting hell many times over. BUT i did get to steal 3 cases of bottled water, so i now have 72 bottles of free canadian essence water. that was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111862458002286584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111862458002286584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111862458002286584' title='William, It Was Really Nothing.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111795397841292667</id><published>2005-06-05T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T02:46:18.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfest In America</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Between Rupture and Rapture - Thursday.ok.so appaqrantly a lot of stuff happpened tonight. im not sure whats going on. holy crap. but im drunk wow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111795397841292667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111795397841292667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111795397841292667' title='Breakfest In America'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111780507434729649</id><published>2005-06-03T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:24:34.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marches and Maneuvers.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Sweetest Perfection - Depeche Mode.i think the credit goes to chris kong for this thing, even though this survey's on like  2 or 3 different blogs.Firsts:First best friend: that goes way back to when i lived in ottawa. i think his name was mitchell laramie. oh, can't forget chris and alyssa main though. they go way back too.First car: my big wheel. OH YES.First date: i can't really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111780507434729649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111780507434729649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111780507434729649' title='Marches and Maneuvers.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111758962658313754</id><published>2005-05-31T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:33:46.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bed's Too Big Without You.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Pale Blue Eyes - The Velvet Underground.holy batman, there's a new set of Live Aid concerts coming! check it out:http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/music/4594865.stmthe one in London sounds pretty good, but the rest kinda suck. see for yourself.Live 8 concerts: The line-upThe Live 8 concerts are taking place on 2 July in London, Paris, Berlin, Rome and Philadelphia. These are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111758962658313754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111758962658313754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111758962658313754' title='The Bed&apos;s Too Big Without You.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111749240142559638</id><published>2005-05-30T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T18:33:21.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Velvet Glove.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: On Her Way - Pat Metheny Group.and so, i have a destination for next year. carleton history it is! my package finally came sometime last week, aaand i got the $4,000 scholarship deal because i have an 80 average. i really didn't expect to get it, because i thought my average was 79 my marks were sent in, but i should'nt complain. more money for me. i quit kate's garden last friday. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111749240142559638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111749240142559638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111749240142559638' title='This Velvet Glove.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111698251879281722</id><published>2005-05-24T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:08:11.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Led Zeppelin - Babe I'm Gonna Leave Youwhat a sick weekend. hot damn. it started thursday, at 9 when i saw STAR WARS with lowe. what a damn good movie. the part where darth vader screams NOOOOO was kinda cheesy though. but overall it was fucking solid, but the empire strikes back still owns all the star wars movies. i wanna see those light sabers they have at costco. like apparently</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111698251879281722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111698251879281722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111698251879281722' title='(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111612432149557150</id><published>2005-05-14T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:32:01.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Cadillacs.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Coldplay - Trouble.well, our last concert was thursday. i'll miss this whole music business one hell of a lot. i think i kinda screwed up my jazz band solo, but i cant remember straight. we got to play moanin though, and that just rocks. the grad slide show was pretty good. except they didnt use my cool picture of me making a retarded face next to toria. they instead used some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111612432149557150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111612432149557150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111612432149557150' title='Black Cadillacs.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111568016351093086</id><published>2005-05-09T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T19:09:23.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Logical Song.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Moanin - Charles MingusHAHAHA You scored as Raven. You are the Raven. Dark, mysterious, and evil. Your enitire soul lives to break people down. You bathe in hatred and bask in darkness. Just as you say, many of your enemies quickly are 'Nevermore'.Raven80%Unicorn65%Wolf65%Dragon60%Which Symbolic Animal are you?created with QuizFarm.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111568016351093086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111568016351093086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111568016351093086' title='The Logical Song.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111515378568780159</id><published>2005-05-03T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:56:25.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Her Tonight.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Supertramp - Goodbye Strangerthe combination of sunday and monday this week was happiness central. first of all, sunday i bought led zeppelin-in through the out door, and the very best of supertramp, for $25 too. and monday i bought radiohead-amnesiac, david bowie-ziggy stardust and coldplay-parachutes...wait for it...for $30! i saved $10 worth of cd's. thats five cd's in two days. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111515378568780159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111515378568780159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111515378568780159' title='Tell Her Tonight.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111457196809997228</id><published>2005-04-26T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:19:28.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The National Anthem.</title><summary type='text'>listneing to: Led Zeppelin - Candy Store Rock.life is pain. thats how i see it. im working four fucking times this week, i had a job interview during lunch today, a sectional tomorrow, and a wackload of homework piled on my face. and i still need to ask someone to prom, some time to do that would be nice. guess who gets to quit kate's garden for the summer? only the coolest and sexiest person in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111457196809997228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111457196809997228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111457196809997228' title='The National Anthem.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111431993425800499</id><published>2005-04-24T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T01:18:54.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Pink Floyd - Is There Anybody Out There?my birthday went very well. i got loads of cash (which i need), a markham music t-shirt, a zeppelin dvd, a small bottle of grand marnier (from my parents..weird), the oc mix 4 from lauren (cause she's the coolest!), and best of all, a zen micro mp3 player. man, this thing is so key. i can put all my cd's on it, so now there is now hassle of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111431993425800499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111431993425800499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111431993425800499' title='Proof.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111402984837902869</id><published>2005-04-20T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T16:45:46.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The View.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Modest Mouse - Dance Hall.today has been miserbale, what with the dirty humid weather and the rain. i felt depressed for most of it. i watched a holocaust movie today in history. for the most part it was people talking, but it showed some actual footage too, which wasn't very appetizing. speaking of movies, i watched boiler room in economics, right after history. damn good movie. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111402984837902869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111402984837902869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111402984837902869' title='The View.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111359549534606738</id><published>2005-04-15T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T16:04:55.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crumbs From Your Table.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: The Killers - Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine.1. your full name: kaelan peter murray.2. Your nickname: kae.3. Birthday: April 22 (one week from today).4. Place of Birth: medicine hat, alberta. that's right, i'm cooler than you.5. Zodiac Sign: taurus.6. Male or female: of the male gender.7. Occupation: i'll be a porn star one day...but for now i work at kate's garden.8. Screen Name: kae ~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111359549534606738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111359549534606738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111359549534606738' title='Crumbs From Your Table.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111316886954849991</id><published>2005-04-10T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:34:29.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Needle And The Damage Done.</title><summary type='text'>listening to: Franz Ferdinand - This Fireso Neil Young had a brain aneurism, darn him, why did/does he do so many drugs? i bought two great albums today, for $25! i haven't bought a cd in forever, so it was sick. i finally bought Franz Ferdinand, and i bought Harvest, by Neil Young too. oh, and a new edition of MOJO, this crazy psychadelic edition. it has the 40 most trippy albums of all time on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111316886954849991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111316886954849991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111316886954849991' title='The Needle And The Damage Done.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111246866722261945</id><published>2005-04-02T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T18:01:08.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine.</title><summary type='text'>listening to:  Led Zeppelin - The Rain Songso, really nothing has changed since my last post. i want to do something about this, but there's never really any solid oppurtunities. im sure there will be soon. i'm really making it a bit too complicated than it should be. or am i? blam. last night i went to see Sin City. im so glad i went too, it was a solid movie. whenever you see Quentin Tarantino </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111246866722261945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111246866722261945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111246866722261945' title='Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111194133181125641</id><published>2005-03-27T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T11:35:31.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After The Gold Rush.</title><summary type='text'>damn, whenever i listen to mr.brightside by the killers, i always feel the strangest emotions. i know what they relate to, but they're so depressing. why must my self esteem be so fucking bad? its a mad-up confusing matter, i keep feeling mixed emotions towards it. i know most of you have no idea what im talking about, but thats what my blog is for, writing my emotions, even though i rarely ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111194133181125641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111194133181125641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111194133181125641' title='After The Gold Rush.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111161257992481353</id><published>2005-03-23T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T16:16:19.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Like You Mean It.</title><summary type='text'>well, im back from Italy. i was a fucking great time. i've never had so much good food in my life! italian sausage pizza is where it's fucking at my friends! it is "cream in your pants" good. i got some slick leather gloves that look like they're meant to kill people. i like them though, very key for driving. i have 8 rolls of film worth or pictures too, and since im too lazy to upload them to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111161257992481353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111161257992481353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111161257992481353' title='Smile Like You Mean It.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-111008789717093877</id><published>2005-03-06T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T00:44:57.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ballad of John and Yoko.</title><summary type='text'>holy crap, today was so fucking tiring, mostly because of work. i had to pack the truck all day with heavy items for the canada blooms festival this week. it was freaking ridiculous. im glad this week is over though, it was really stressful, even though the thought of next week doesnt get much better (except im going to Italy on thursday!mm..thursday). my computer is fixed, finally! my parents </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111008789717093877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/111008789717093877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111008789717093877' title='The Ballad of John and Yoko.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-110912741028532235</id><published>2005-02-22T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T21:56:50.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Know Why.</title><summary type='text'>i'm buried in a sea of work and i don't know how to swim. oh god mass pileage of assignments, and music on top of that. speaking of which, we owned. gr12 band got gold, 11 and 12 owned even more. jazz was ok, but im thinking silver. i like that part the adjudictor said about the "lower" section..yeah! so, like most people i'm quite stressed right now. i just want to climb this mountain of work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/110912741028532235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/110912741028532235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110912741028532235' title='Don&apos;t Know Why.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-110739433304996040</id><published>2005-02-02T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T20:32:13.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Don't Fear) The Reaper.</title><summary type='text'>finally finished my studying for exams. yessssssss (Napoleon Dynamite..ha). my marks are soo weird right now. all the ones i know about have gone up. i'm most surprised about history, it went up 5%. but what im scared about is the marks that i haven't heard about yet (mostly english, because it counts for the most). i don't really get it. every year i did well in english (80%+), but this year </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/110739433304996040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/110739433304996040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110739433304996040' title='(Don&apos;t Fear) The Reaper.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-110601319511793881</id><published>2005-01-16T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T20:53:15.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calculation Theme.</title><summary type='text'>"This textbook contains material on evolution.  Evolution is a theory, not a fact, regarding the origin of living things.  This material should be approached with an open mind, studied carefully, and critically, considered."This little bit of text can be found on a sticker, glued to the science textbooks of middle and high school students in the U.S.  Basically, all I can pull from it is "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/110601319511793881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/110601319511793881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110601319511793881' title='Calculation Theme.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-110429692033380268</id><published>2004-12-29T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T00:08:40.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Life.</title><summary type='text'>"I'd like to return NHL 2005 for xbox.""May I ask why sir?""It's too realistic, there aren't any players."i hope everyone had a great holiday. i sure as hell did.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/110429692033380268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/110429692033380268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110429692033380268' title='Another Life.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-110316610608395828</id><published>2004-12-15T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T22:01:46.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, Bloody Sunday.</title><summary type='text'>You're "Sunday, Bloody Sunday." You'revery serious - everything matters to you, andsome things cut very deep indeed. You have noproblem going postal on someone if you thinkthe situation demands it. Though your politicalbeliefs are strong and that's cool, you need totake some anger management courses, please,you'll live longer. Which U2 Song Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/110316610608395828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/110316610608395828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110316610608395828' title='Sunday, Bloody Sunday.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-110288957171101809</id><published>2004-12-12T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T17:12:51.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns of Memorial Park.</title><summary type='text'>oh man, little did i notice that this was our last christmas concert. i never seem to notice how good or bad we sound, but i think i played alright. wind symphony was ok both nights, better on thursday. tank sounded kinda disgusting, especially in us saxes. we were soo freaking out of tune, it dissapoints me. nightingtale was fun, i could even hear myself in the mikes, so it was cool. and granada</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/110288957171101809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/110288957171101809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110288957171101809' title='Guns of Memorial Park.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-110083560356001945</id><published>2004-11-18T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T22:40:03.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Why.</title><summary type='text'>since my computer is crappy, there is no patience in the world that i could use to blog anymore. sad. lots of interesting things happened over the last while. i have my freedom back, which is so good. work is smooth. this week has been careless. i worked monday and im not working again 'till sunday. so much free time. the same free time which is only used on doing nothing. i love doing that. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/110083560356001945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/110083560356001945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110083560356001945' title='Tell Me Why.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-109971342119558884</id><published>2004-11-05T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T22:06:36.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Barchetta.</title><summary type='text'>i've definately been slacking a lot toward this blogging thing. what can i say, my life has been busy, with work and band and all that homework that i should be doing. this is my last weekend grounded, so thats at least some good news in my life. i dropped data, basically because of my serious dislike for ms.ting, and my doing badness in her stupid class, and the fact that she takes forever to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109971342119558884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109971342119558884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109971342119558884' title='Red Barchetta.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-109874136460332504</id><published>2004-10-25T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T22:48:18.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Days Of Our Lives.</title><summary type='text'>wow, that title's kinda ironic. its been one heck of a while since i've blogged last. lost of fun and interesting stuff to tell, so make yourself comfy, cause you're staying here for a while. i guess i'll start it off with last last friday, yeah, the one where my house was pwned. so basically, i made the mistake of "passing out" during my own party, and random people just started flowing in and (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109874136460332504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109874136460332504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109874136460332504' title='The Happiest Days Of Our Lives.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-109763331360969905</id><published>2004-10-12T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T22:08:33.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Tripper.</title><summary type='text'>man, i had two thanksgiving dinners this year (three, if you count the leftovers i had for dinner today). but it was incredible. my grandma, who has been driving back and forth between my aunts and our house has been to 3 dinners, so she wins the turkey dinner prize. friday was rather unfortunate. well, its no secret anymore, mr.hicke committed suicide. you know, this really depressing. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109763331360969905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109763331360969905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109763331360969905' title='Day Tripper.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-109684489180913358</id><published>2004-10-03T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T19:21:44.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seeker.</title><summary type='text'>what a random weekend. let's see. it was markham fair. but i didn't end up going this year, basically ecause the lack of a DD. but next week will be cool because markham bowl is within walking distance. friday the wind symphony played at the fair. there were actually some neat and clever things this year. for example, the dancing robot elvis. i still don't think it was human, o god it was crazy. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109684489180913358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109684489180913358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109684489180913358' title='The Seeker.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-109625245770571456</id><published>2004-09-26T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T21:39:03.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clampdown.</title><summary type='text'>lets see. i've made $130+ this weekend alone. i think i worked about....9 hrs. so $130+ in 9 hrs really isn't fucking too bad. my wallet is exploding, so i need to bank some of this cash, in the future.  so it was a fairly good long weekend. quite busy. friday i worked at night until like 10:30, and then went to the hole and saw who was still there. there was a passed out on the ground kemper, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109625245770571456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109625245770571456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109625245770571456' title='Clampdown.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-109538698565455549</id><published>2004-09-16T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T22:09:45.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut The Curtains.</title><summary type='text'>second week of school rolled along smoothly. i started band this week. its all good times except for one thing, i'm sharing a sax with a grade 11. how does this make sense? if you assign two band members the same instrument, they can't play it at the same time. so one gets shafted to the less quality instrument while the other plays the good one. it made me kinda bitter on tuesday, but i think i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109538698565455549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109538698565455549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109538698565455549' title='Cut The Curtains.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-109495940553566758</id><published>2004-09-11T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T23:23:25.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Hall.</title><summary type='text'>i don't think i've ever had a bigger hangover in my life. i spent my entire saturday in bed and throwing up/dryheaving. but i'm better now, so i'll float on okay (heh). first week of school was pretty good. i can already tell that this year will be a fuckton of work, but i'm ready to tackle it. lets see, i brought my stuff in for the Italy trip on march break, so thats going to be awesome. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109495940553566758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109495940553566758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109495940553566758' title='Dance Hall.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-109433547962530147</id><published>2004-09-04T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T12:23:33.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuart And The Ave.</title><summary type='text'>damnit, only 2 full days left of summer. and what a hectic summer it was. i finished The DaVinci code at the cottage i just got back from. it was a very well written book. i enjoyed it because it proved that the entire New Testament is false. the story of Jesus is different than what the bible tells you. read the book to understand. i got a nice tan this summer, this being a good thing. i'm burnt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109433547962530147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109433547962530147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109433547962530147' title='Stuart And The Ave.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-109366484640412298</id><published>2004-08-27T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T23:47:26.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>War All The Time.</title><summary type='text'>wow, i guess a fair bit has happened this week without me conciously knowing it. lets see, monday i went downtown with mackendricks (andrew and cam) and danny kavanagh (sp?) and his sister. i went to the poster store and bought $30 worth of posters :). i bought a cool morrissey tour poster (who btw is coming to TO!!), a the clash, london calling poster and a led zeppelin, houses of the holy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109366484640412298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109366484640412298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109366484640412298' title='War All The Time.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-109311569527737409</id><published>2004-08-21T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:08:59.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apollo Programme Was A Hoax.</title><summary type='text'>i was up to nothing, so i created this. enjoy.I made a Quiz for you! Take my Quiz! and then Check out the Scoreboard!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109311569527737409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109311569527737409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109311569527737409' title='The Apollo Programme Was A Hoax.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-109268058508887434</id><published>2004-08-16T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:23:05.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre Love Triangle.</title><summary type='text'>i seem to be having more luck with job finding recently. today i had my interview with kates garden, i think it went pretty well. i was a bit nervous, which was really the only issue i had. i dropped off a few resumé's at the mall afterwards, lots of places are hiring now..yay! and i re-experimented with the adapter for my cd player, so i can play cd's in the van. and, to my disbelief, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109268058508887434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109268058508887434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109268058508887434' title='Bizarre Love Triangle.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-109167707721572454</id><published>2004-08-04T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T23:42:21.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Satellite of Love.</title><summary type='text'>so im back from cuba. i got more of a tan this year than i usually do (a good thing). lots of fun, just like usual. you know what sucks? not having insurance. i need a freaking job so i can pay for freaking insurance so i can drive a bloody car. but thats my stupid rant about insurance...for now. hopefully i'll have it by the end of the week. tonight was a fair night. i should say first off that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109167707721572454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109167707721572454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109167707721572454' title='Satellite of Love.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-109064081910654884</id><published>2004-07-23T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T23:50:43.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surf Wax America.</title><summary type='text'>yeah, i think the soul purpose of this blog is to proudly exclaim that i, kaelan murray, has his G2! i had my first driving alone experience tonight, and it was fucking awesome. oh the freedom tastes so sweet. if you still haven't got your G1 (COUGH*ANDY*COUGH) then shame on you. thats my happy bit. well, most of you know i went to daves cottage from sun-wed, and that also was an enjoyable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109064081910654884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/109064081910654884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109064081910654884' title='Surf Wax America.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108994977985026431</id><published>2004-07-15T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T21:01:29.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ozone Baby.</title><summary type='text'>wow, i havn't blogged in a fair bit of time. wanna know why?? work. in a warehouse. a warehouse of pain and even more brutal pain. they pay is ok, but i really dont like this job. i have scratches all over my arms...i'll stop whining now. so thats my explanation for not blogging, very sorry, indeed i am. i've been playing a lot of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time for N64, ever since i borrowed it from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108994977985026431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108994977985026431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108994977985026431' title='Ozone Baby.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108899363097033820</id><published>2004-07-04T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T22:19:01.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With A Little Help From My Friends.</title><summary type='text'>ok, since i was sitting here doing nothing i figured it was time to blog. lets see, i've been in kingston since wednesday. it was fairly random, my mom told me tuesday morning that we were leaving the next morning for kingston. i played along, not like i had anything better to do anyway. happy birthday CANADA! i thinks we're 137 or so years old now, which is cool. i pretty much did nothing canada</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108899363097033820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108899363097033820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108899363097033820' title='With A Little Help From My Friends.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108813437662307374</id><published>2004-06-24T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:40:06.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Jazz.</title><summary type='text'>well, right off the back, don't ever waste your time seeing Chronicles of Riddick. save your ten dollars, for the love of god. summer seems to be roller along nicely, except for the weather which has been completely off the ball. sunday i saw Harry Potter - Prisoner of Azkaban, finally. it was alright, but very lacking. for example, the entire deal where Ron doesn't speak to Hermione..didn't even</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108813437662307374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108813437662307374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108813437662307374' title='Jimmy Jazz.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108761783036606381</id><published>2004-06-18T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T00:10:23.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song Is Over.</title><summary type='text'>summer is finally here, and it has happily taken the place of the death hole, otherwise known as school. i'm fairly happy, lots of slacking and sleeping. i'm actually supposed to start work eventually, meaning i have to get up and be there for 8AM. but i need money kinda badly, so i can't wait to start getting money. all my exams went fairly well this year, i'm surprised. i didn't fail any, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108761783036606381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108761783036606381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108761783036606381' title='The Song Is Over.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108717939459573209</id><published>2004-06-13T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T12:03:56.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rover.</title><summary type='text'>this weekend has been amazing. no doubt about that. i'll start with friday, which most of you know was music banquet! it was so much fun, this year's banquet went by very well. and i got an "award of excellence", you know, those certificate thingy's i always got shafted from every year until now. it makes me feel special. jason's slide show was great! good job jason. i missed myself in jodi's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108717939459573209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108717939459573209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108717939459573209' title='The Rover.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108639007995689046</id><published>2004-06-04T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T19:39:16.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Time Of Dying.</title><summary type='text'>Classic rock!  Without you the other genreswouldn't exist!  You are the raw and originalsound of rock!  Other genres may try to imitateyour rawness, but they can never be like you! What genre of rock are you? brought to you by Quizillafuck yeah! i'm all about the classic rock! and that's LED ZEPPELIN in the picture (for those of you who dont know rock..). speaking of more classic rock pics in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108639007995689046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108639007995689046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108639007995689046' title='In My Time Of Dying.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108589173408159918</id><published>2004-05-30T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T00:40:00.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Jack.</title><summary type='text'>check the side bar for my "poker songs". i thought it was a neat idea. songs that remind me of poker. if you have any just comment away and i'll add them up there. i was just reading jodi's blog, and i had become reminded of how blogging has definately lost its charm, especially since i've had my blog for a year now. but its always nice to write something now and then. yesterday i went to see "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108589173408159918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108589173408159918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108589173408159918' title='Happy Jack.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108541763288704122</id><published>2004-05-24T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T13:08:24.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Echo.</title><summary type='text'>i got new strings!! this makes me incredibly happy, but yet annoyed at the same time because my bass is a pain in the ass to re-string. yesterday i went to Cosmo music twice! yeah that's right, twice! first time with my mom in the early hours of the morning so she could buy me strings. they had an awesome sale, so i got a whole new pack of d'addario's for $30. the only bad thing about the trip </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108541763288704122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108541763288704122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108541763288704122' title='Echo.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108467999825330155</id><published>2004-05-15T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T19:00:45.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Red Wine.</title><summary type='text'>oh god! thanks to blogger's post counting thing i discovered that last time i blogged it was my 100th post! party! i feel so special. i love my blog! anyways. this last friday and saturday have so much fun, the natural highness is still remaining in my veins from both nights. yesterday was cool, adam, graeme, and mike came to my house afterschool and we played some kick ass mini-sticks. and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108467999825330155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108467999825330155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108467999825330155' title='Old Red Wine.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108415404832035059</id><published>2004-05-09T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T00:01:22.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest Perfection.</title><summary type='text'>wow, blogger changed a few things, it looks so cool now. but what's making me mad is my freaking pics that are being screwed up through angelfire. burn in hell angelfire. anyways, i hope you all had a great mother's day. mine was exceptionally good. my grandma came down along with my grandpa as a "mother's day surprise" sort of thing. i did some driving, tried to perfect my parrallel parking, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108415404832035059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108415404832035059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108415404832035059' title='Sweetest Perfection.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108347358804851778</id><published>2004-05-02T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T22:40:20.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices Of Violence.</title><summary type='text'>so my ultimate bday bash of doom is successfully over. good times, thanks to anyone for the gift they gave me. h shit! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEL!! i almost forgot about that, man i'm tired. so yeah, the clean-up took about 10 mins. not bad at all. so i have less work to do tomorrow, score for kae! i'm seriously running out of ideas, today was uber busy, i'm really tired, but very fun. again thanks to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108347358804851778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108347358804851778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108347358804851778' title='Voices Of Violence.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108268610593947788</id><published>2004-04-22T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T11:31:04.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogie With Stu.</title><summary type='text'>i'm 17, finally 17. nothing too special, 18 and 19 are the big ones. but i feel just as great knowing that i'm that much closer to a G2, voting priviliges and the ability to legally buy liqour. this birthday has been great, thanks to all who wished me a happy birthday. every single one of you made this day so much more special. even more SPECIAL thanks to mel for the "Wish You Were Here" cd, in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108268610593947788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108268610593947788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108268610593947788' title='Boogie With Stu.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108217647619730594</id><published>2004-04-17T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T01:05:40.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Rondo A La Turk.</title><summary type='text'>cabaret tonight was ass-raping amazingness!! everyone who performed should get a proud pat on the back, i was impressed with most of the acts. i think FSG (Feels So Good) should've been in there. our act was better than some of the others who actually made it. i'm not bitter about't anymore though. best act of the night was definately dave and mackendrick's drum duo. that was so fucking awesome, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108217647619730594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108217647619730594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108217647619730594' title='Blue Rondo A La Turk.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108171223284208784</id><published>2004-04-11T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T15:51:44.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziggy Stardust.</title><summary type='text'>i'm finally back from kingston....(for those who don't know i have been in kingston since thursday, which may also explain why i havn't blogged in a week). so yeah, it was alright, except i missed survivor because we were driving. all i know is that lex got voted off, so i think i missed something big....cars should have tv's....bah. i basically ade world history notes the entire time. i drove </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108171223284208784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108171223284208784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108171223284208784' title='Ziggy Stardust.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108112582144272471</id><published>2004-04-04T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T21:02:11.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gallows Pole.</title><summary type='text'>guess who fell asleep at wake-a-thon!?!? sad but true, and to tell you the truth...i really don't care. i was incredibly tired by friday, there was no possible way i could take on the entire night without sleep. but wake-a-thon was ok overall. in the hold'em tourney i was the third one out. that's right. i was out first round...damnit. i'm not too dissapointed, i didn't play too well but i also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108112582144272471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108112582144272471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108112582144272471' title='Gallows Pole.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108087217650086286</id><published>2004-04-01T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T21:21:42.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobcaygeon.</title><summary type='text'>how am i possibly going to survive wake-a-thon? i have sooo tired this entire week, staying up for 24 hours tomorrow doesn't seem too appealing. hopefully i'll pull through. can't wait for the poker tourney though, that will be kick ass...time to put the poker skill in motion muaha. you're all going down, especially dave (who i'm quite sure has no idea what he's doing haha). yesterday was my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108087217650086286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108087217650086286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087217650086286' title='Bobcaygeon.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108053009623796038</id><published>2004-03-28T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T22:39:26.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs.</title><summary type='text'>i woke up at 9 today. 9 o'freaking-clock! it was my mom, she thought it would be funny to do the banking while i was still asleep (i'm sleeping on the single bed because grandparents have claimed my room, the comp is next to me). so yeah that wasn't too pleasant. anyways, i missed the world poker tour today! damn, that would've been three weeks straight i've watched it. that also isn't too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108053009623796038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108053009623796038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108053009623796038' title='Dogs.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108018540128110052</id><published>2004-03-24T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T10:48:00.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is How It Goes.</title><summary type='text'>wow, it's only been one day and it's time to blog again! today definately deserves a blog....o0o0o0o yes. it was slacker. in bio i did work, but noone cares about bio so i'll skip that part. then came our usual amazing world history...the bestest class ever. we got to play our crazy ancient china games. i think our asain risk game killed the competition. thats right, it kicked so much ass we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108018540128110052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108018540128110052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108018540128110052' title='This Is How It Goes.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-108008852888056876</id><published>2004-03-23T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T22:27:11.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroin.</title><summary type='text'>it's been one day since the march break has ended, and i'm already sick like a dog. this is brutal, i got home from andys yesterday, went straight to bed and didn't get out until 3 today. of course i'm feeling better right now, but it may also be the mass amounts of advil talking...lol. my march break was well played. lots of random adventures. a job hunt that was ridiculously unsuccessfull. lots</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108008852888056876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/108008852888056876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108008852888056876' title='Heroin.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107967629645336920</id><published>2004-03-19T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T01:42:22.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Tigers Broke Free.</title><summary type='text'>today was pretty kick ass, for the most part. i finally pushed my ass out the door and dropped some résumés over at the mall. and, just to my surprise, practically none of the places were hiring. West49 seemed interested, and i started a conversation with the guy at the counter, a fellow bass player. he possessed an o so holy fender jazz bass, an item in which i will own one day...in the future. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107967629645336920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107967629645336920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967629645336920' title='When The Tigers Broke Free.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107941349568067467</id><published>2004-03-16T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T10:48:43.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Megalomaniac.</title><summary type='text'>two hilarious movies over the span of two days = great ab workout. yesterday i finally went to see Eurotrip with the jodi and the mackendrick. it was like going back to europe, except there weren't so many boobs when i went. speaking of which, this time last year we were actually in europe! i miss europe (runs off to a corner and cries)! we figured it out (mackendrick and i), last night at around</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107941349568067467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107941349568067467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107941349568067467' title='Megalomaniac.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107906453059794703</id><published>2004-03-11T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:22:02.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Caught Stealing.</title><summary type='text'>so the march break has finally taken its place. unfortunately for me im not going anywhere special. i did have the option of going to kingston with family, but i just feel like relaxing/lazing around. a lot of sleep would be reccomended too, that would definately be nice. today kinda made me angry in general. the day before march break is usually meant for skipping. i went to every single one of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107906453059794703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107906453059794703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107906453059794703' title='Been Caught Stealing.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107879898534894427</id><published>2004-03-08T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T21:38:30.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Generation.</title><summary type='text'>o god, where's my baby? just replace "my baby" with the OC and you can figure what i'm talking about. i hate it when i look forward to watching it, but it doesn't seem to be on. damn tv. my weekend was awesome. i finished a painful second week of drivers ed successfully, and i went crazy friday AND saturday. i think you can make a proper definition of "going crazy" for me, hehe. today i was sick,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107879898534894427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107879898534894427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107879898534894427' title='My Generation.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107836467082866488</id><published>2004-03-03T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T23:29:14.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Together.</title><summary type='text'>well today was our very last ski club trip. and a fun one it was i might add. i guess the only real down side is the retarded lesson i had to take just so i could get an orange sticker. the snow park at Mount Saint Louis was terrific. i loved the massive jumps, that were actually made very well (as opposed to Horseshoe Valley). and i loved how there was music, it made such an inviting atmosphere.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107836467082866488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107836467082866488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107836467082866488' title='Come Together.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107810238634141638</id><published>2004-02-29T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T20:08:23.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>London Calling.</title><summary type='text'>my first painful weekend of drivers ed is over, and im glad to say it. i have lost many hours of sleep...not fun. but with the kemper and the joel i think it becomes all the more entertaining. last night i went to loneys, and we watched Once Apon A Time In Mexico. it wasn't that great of a movie, Desperado and Mariachi were so much better. "Are you a Mexi-can or Mexi-can't?"...haha, oh the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107810238634141638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107810238634141638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107810238634141638' title='London Calling.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107767956183864121</id><published>2004-02-24T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T22:32:07.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Eyes.</title><summary type='text'>another amazing church street swing machine performance, well done guys. and our clinician was hilarious too. oh jazz band, how i love thee so. so yeah, tomorrow i have this bio quiz on the very first chapter in my textbook, and we're halfway into the year, ms(mrs? ...hopefully not).bulmer is by far the worst science teacher i have had in the history of time. i think one day, someone reached into</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107767956183864121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107767956183864121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107767956183864121' title='Angel Eyes.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107724573694983794</id><published>2004-02-19T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T22:59:39.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Achilles Last Stand.</title><summary type='text'>so not much has been happening. ski club, band.....missing a lot of school (a good thing). my new math class is slacker, and i'm gonna be slacking for a while to come. today we had Musicfest at LeParc. we played better than rehearsal, which was good. and we got gold...also quite good. yesterday i went snowblading, i fucked up my wrist royally, but it's getting better. i think i have finally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107724573694983794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107724573694983794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107724573694983794' title='Achilles Last Stand.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107686895992814228</id><published>2004-02-15T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T13:49:00.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Store Rock.</title><summary type='text'>well, it's safe to say that my valentine's day was kinda depressing, but i soon forgot about that and enjoyed it. mostly, it involved me sitting my ass around at home, but eventually going to chris' later on, which was fun. i'm sure rachael really enjoyed her water. friday the 13th wasn't very unlucky too, kinda surprising. i missed an entire day of school, and church street kicked ass at kiwanis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107686895992814228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107686895992814228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107686895992814228' title='Candy Store Rock.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107646632869730057</id><published>2004-02-10T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:32:52.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coma Girl.</title><summary type='text'>oh valentine's day, how i despise you in many ways, shapes and forms. my valentine? there is none, actually if music is considered a valentine, i'll gladly accept that. but yeah, i have never really had one good valentine's day, so i have created a certain hatred for't.  i don't know, maybe because i have been single every single v-day of my life, or maybe it's because it's not a real holiday, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107646632869730057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107646632869730057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107646632869730057' title='Coma Girl.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107603728994420761</id><published>2004-02-05T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T14:05:21.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Champange Supernova.</title><summary type='text'>yesterday was ski/snowboard (and snowblades!!) club, and it was so much fun! i made plenty of bails, but that doesn't matter, because it was fun! i suffer from it today though, but i won't complain, wanna know why? because it was fun! i don't care how hurt i got from spinning down the hill(s). kick ass. and on the way home, we watched Office Space, now one of my favourite movies. this morning i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107603728994420761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107603728994420761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603728994420761' title='Champange Supernova.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107576519631794746</id><published>2004-02-02T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T20:40:20.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Eyed Girl.</title><summary type='text'>i ran across a more than interesting site today, concerning the title of Radiohead's newest album, "Hail To The Thief". some very interesting points of view here. in fact, the entire article is based on how the title, "Hail To The Thief" is anti-bush propaganda, instead of just some amazing random title Radiohead put together for the album. most of the songs put together by Thom Yorke (lead </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107576519631794746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107576519631794746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107576519631794746' title='Brown Eyed Girl.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107543975057497720</id><published>2004-01-30T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T18:41:08.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haitian Fight Song.</title><summary type='text'>What kind of band geek are you?  that's right, i'm a band geek. i walked to school (in the freezing cold i might add) at 3pm today for the purpose of attending jazz band. oh well. Haitian Fight Song is a damn cool song. download it..."Haitain Fight Song" by Charles Mingus. also, while you're at it, download "How Soon Is Now" by The Smiths, it's probably one you can recognize more than "This</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107543975057497720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107543975057497720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543975057497720' title='Haitian Fight Song.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107525940388823628</id><published>2004-01-27T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T22:22:11.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White Summer.</title><summary type='text'>after reading Andy's blog, i got tempted to write one myself....and for those who know me i give into temptation quite easily. there's a great 80's band that i have really been enjoying this week.  The Smiths have grown on me. when first hearing some of their music it didn't really appeal, but after a few more tries, it slowly grew more amazing. try getting some of their music (recommended song "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107525940388823628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107525940388823628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107525940388823628' title='White Summer.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107505680639244145</id><published>2004-01-25T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T21:52:30.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Jesus.</title><summary type='text'>blargh, i love that word. i have been studying for this flippin math exam all weekend, you almost tell how exciting it has been. friday i had my chem and music exams, they both went fairly well. later on i went to dewars, then bluesky to play CS, then to loneys. yesterday my dad woke me up at 10:30 or so telling me to study for math, but i ignored his comments and slept until 12. this math review</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107505680639244145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107505680639244145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107505680639244145' title='Personal Jesus.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107482497681618412</id><published>2004-01-22T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T22:43:23.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crunge.</title><summary type='text'>i really didn't see a point to making this a school day. i did nothing (except for a bit in physics, which by the way was one of the two classes i attended). if it weren't for band, i wouldn't of had come to school today. it was mostly andy and i walking around the whole time. yes,a very pointless day. but eventually we went to horny tim's and i got a turkey bacon club 8). and on the way back we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107482497681618412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107482497681618412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107482497681618412' title='The Crunge.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107454750763785927</id><published>2004-01-19T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T18:35:16.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration Day.</title><summary type='text'>Fuck MTV and their MTV generation, they should rot and die in a massive hole filled with flesh-eating rats. this championship vinyl thing would be such a cool job! Good. You know your music. You should be able to work at Championship Vinyl with Rob, Dick and Barry. Do You Know Your Music (Sorry MTV Generation I Doubt You Can Handle This One) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107454750763785927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107454750763785927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107454750763785927' title='Celebration Day.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593725.post-107445576611555111</id><published>2004-01-18T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T15:14:13.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats Off To (Roy) Harper.</title><summary type='text'>Roy Harper was a friend of Jimmy Page's, just incase you wanted to know. anyways yesterday was great, for the most part. i went to the mall in the morning and bought two amazingly good Led Zeppelin albums, Led Zeppelin IV (oh baby!) and Prescence, for $7.99 at Best Buy. i was impressed by Best Buy's selection of cheap cd's. i was looking through the Pink Floyd section and i came across three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107445576611555111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5593725/posts/default/107445576611555111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaemurray.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107445576611555111' title='Hats Off To (Roy) Harper.'/><author><name>kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03829694496160942164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/170/207/1600/page_effects.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
