<?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-3568291</id><updated>2011-04-21T07:55:21.930-12:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Hell is Going On?</title><subtitle type='html'>"The next time you're walking downtown in New York or Los Angeles, grab a guy by the shoulder and say, 'Hey...did you see what I just saw?' And you'll find that people just don't wanna talk to you."
                                 - Bill Murray</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-110266022131743312</id><published>2004-12-09T18:19:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:30:21.316-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Shel Sylverstien was a drug trafficking pervert</title><summary type='text'>So next Wednesday I'm auditioning for a student run theatre group at my school, which is putting on a group of short plays called An Adult Evening of Shel Sylverstien. We all know his great children's books and poems, of course. But this particular play is twisted and sick, and low. And cool. And I also learned that Shel did indeed traffic coke from the Caribbean to Florida. Weird. And I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/110266022131743312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/110266022131743312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110266022131743312' title='Shel Sylverstien was a drug trafficking pervert'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-110245035372159282</id><published>2004-12-07T15:10:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T08:12:33.720-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Yourself a Merry Little Non Religious Referencing Secular Holiday</title><summary type='text'>So.....They have officially banned religious holiday music from the public school system. Nothing like a talanted, classically trained chamber choir in a rousing rendition of Jingle Bells. Not to mention the brass ensemble's beautiful harmonies in Frosty the Snowman. But anyway, everyone in town is angrily trying to lift the ban, so enough about that jazz. Thanksgiving went well. Just the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/110245035372159282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/110245035372159282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110245035372159282' title='Have Yourself a Merry Little Non Religious Referencing Secular Holiday'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-110082565355105422</id><published>2004-11-18T19:50:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T12:56:03.126-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got the World on a String...</title><summary type='text'>So.....had a good week. Mostly because of Lynda. More commonly known by my friends and family as Aunt Abby in Arsenic and Old Lace. We went out last Thursday to see The Incredibles(review to come), and we've seen each other every day since. She's an angel! Things went very well this week, and I'm taking her to the Parnassian show tomorrow(review also to come). Oh, and her family's crazy about me,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/110082565355105422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/110082565355105422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110082565355105422' title='I&apos;ve Got the World on a String...'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-110005966334934875</id><published>2004-11-09T15:48:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T16:07:43.350-12:00</updated><title type='text'>The score stands even: twelve to twelve</title><summary type='text'>FINISHED!!!!!! Oh man, finishing up a play is always weird. Arsenic and Old Lace went very well....the show was great, doing it was fun, my makeup job made children cry, Natalie came to see it, and I managed to slash open my skin on three performance nights; twice on stage. the fist night I just cut my thumb on a doorway during an entrance, but the second night was odd. In one scene, this dude </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/110005966334934875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/110005966334934875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110005966334934875' title='The score stands even: twelve to twelve'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-109789344430439699</id><published>2004-10-15T22:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T15:50:21.106-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost got fired today.</title><summary type='text'>Y'know, the only thing worse than something going horribly wrong, is something going horribly wrong....and knowing that it's all your own fault. I apparently was supposed to usher at Paper Mill last weekend, and forgetting this, I didn't show up. On top of that, my boss made the point of saying the week before that she desperately needed ushers that weekend. On top of that, I left her a message </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109789344430439699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109789344430439699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109789344430439699' title='I almost got fired today.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-109652869790859507</id><published>2004-09-30T03:15:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T19:18:17.910-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Density</title><summary type='text'>so.....we got the other movie, American Gangster. Denzel Washington is gonna be at my house in January. Oh yeah! in other news, it turns out that Drew, the lead in my play, is an extra in guess what movie?...Strangers With Candy. That's right. he plays one of the kids who smashes up Steven Colbert's car with baseball bats. Then I told him that it was filmed at my house, and we were both very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109652869790859507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109652869790859507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109652869790859507' title='Another Day, Another Density'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-109609644114440749</id><published>2004-09-25T03:03:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T19:14:01.143-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir! Step away from the movie!!</title><summary type='text'>Warning: For those of you who do not enjoy reading unbridled nerd rants, please do not read further. I got the Star Wars Trilogy DVD set yesterday. And guess what? George Lucas changed those frickin' movies AGAIN! He can't leave them alone! It's quite amazing how he's the only movie maker that can't seem to finish a movie before releasing it. So, along with the insane computer effects he put in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109609644114440749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109609644114440749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109609644114440749' title='Sir! Step away from the movie!!'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-109590672744936908</id><published>2004-09-22T22:34:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T14:34:57.810-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Of The Year:</title><summary type='text'>Dan: "Yo, me and JT went on a serious trash hunt last night! We got so much cool shit! We found a bunch of sick fishing poles, a glass fireplace cover, an old-ass wooden snowboard, like, from the days before snowboards, a talking zombie head, and, like, 3 decades worth of National Geographics!" Me: "All of that stuff is totally useless!!!" Dan: "What the hell you talkin' about, man?!! TALKING </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109590672744936908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109590672744936908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109590672744936908' title='Quote Of The Year:'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-109557122617054238</id><published>2004-09-18T17:13:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T17:20:26.170-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I know when I'm not loved.</title><summary type='text'>I am indeed a weird guy. The other night, I was acting foolish about the whole Wooten thing, and Natalie was on the worse end of my shenannighans, and I think I might have pissed her off. Either it was that, or I pissed her off doing something I have yet to realize. If not, well....then I feel guilty for no reason. Whatever the case, I'd like to take this post to wholeheartedly apologize to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109557122617054238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109557122617054238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109557122617054238' title='I know when I&apos;m not loved.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-109555649343921214</id><published>2004-09-18T13:04:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T13:14:53.440-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen, The Mason Dixon Hot Shots.</title><summary type='text'>So it finally happened. After 19 years of being exposed to live dixieland jazz by my parents's band, they finally got me to perform with them. Today I palyed washboard with Mom, Dad, Norm the tuba player, and Bing on trumpet. It was a group mixed together by the agency, so they gave us a makeshift name: The Mason Dixon Hot Shots. I had to wear the funny striped barbershopper vest and play outside</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109555649343921214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109555649343921214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109555649343921214' title='Ladies and gentlemen, The Mason Dixon Hot Shots.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-109540802277243822</id><published>2004-09-16T19:42:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T17:11:41.396-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble in Not-Quite-Paradise</title><summary type='text'>After trying for more than a year to bring Natalie to a Flecktones concert, the opportunity finally comes for a show in October. Natalie likes the idea, so I get really excited, thinking that finally my mission will be achieved. Then she tells me that Mike Amawhatsits is taking her to a Victor Wooten show....tonight. Now let me tell ya somethin. Since she started dating Mike, I never truely felt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109540802277243822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109540802277243822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109540802277243822' title='Trouble in Not-Quite-Paradise'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-109504388363113549</id><published>2004-09-12T14:21:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T14:51:23.630-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Big events of the stage and screen</title><summary type='text'>So.....Superstar came and went. It was an amazing show! And a lot of people came...even Charlie and his gilrfriend Katie(who was in Jersey for 2 days between trips to Africa). The only person it seems who didn't see it was the person I wanted to see it the most: Natalie. She would've loved it, not to mention she's the one who would most appreciate my tenor debut. I called her about it several </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109504388363113549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109504388363113549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109504388363113549' title='Big events of the stage and screen'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-109035900299916427</id><published>2004-07-20T09:23:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T09:30:03.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't updated in a while. Big things happening. First off, if you don't know, Strangers with Candy: The Movie is being filmed on location in my house. They dressed all the rooms all tacky, and starting thursday, Sarah Jessica Parker, Steven Colbert, And Ian Holm will be filming in my house. Also, Ian Holm, aka Bilbo, will be chilling in my room! It should be cool, if he's not freaked out by all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109035900299916427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/109035900299916427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109035900299916427' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-108647147728347664</id><published>2004-06-05T09:34:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T09:37:57.283-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would like it to be known that the other night, while Soul Bowling, I scored my highest ever with a 194. Hooray for me. Also, I think I have met my match in bowling. Anna kicks so much ass! You and me, Anna! A showdown! Next Thursday night! A SOUL BOWL BATTLE!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108647147728347664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108647147728347664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108647147728347664' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-108646871937225522</id><published>2004-06-05T08:38:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T08:51:59.373-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOVIE REVIEW: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of AskabanSo here it is. what is probably my very favorite Harry Potter book is a movie. And quite frankly, director Alfonso mexican-guy has certainly done a lot to have control over every aspect of this movie. He sort of took his own route with the story (kinda like Tim Burton with Planet of the Apes), only he did it extremely well. The art direction</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108646871937225522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108646871937225522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108646871937225522' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-108594499927535137</id><published>2004-05-30T07:08:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T07:24:06.193-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOVIE REVIEW: Day After TomorrowSo I saw this movie with my dad. Probably the best idea, since he absolutely loves disaster movies. all I can say is, the movie deserves two seperate reviews:onew for the first hour, and one for the second.1st hour: If you like yelling 'Holy shit!!' every 2 minutes, then you'll love it. the effects are enjoyable, unlike some other crap we've been seeing lately.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108594499927535137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108594499927535137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108594499927535137' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-108594346422807476</id><published>2004-05-30T06:54:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T07:07:08.506-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Congratulations, Mike!Your IQ score is 133 This number is the result of a formula based on how many questions you answered correctly on Tickle's Classic IQ test. Your IQ score is scientifically accurate; to read more about the science behind our IQ test, click here. During the test, you answered four different types of questions — mathematical, visual-spatial, linguistic and logical. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108594346422807476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108594346422807476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108594346422807476' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-108571615195836964</id><published>2004-05-27T15:48:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T15:49:11.956-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MMasculineIIntelligentKKinkyEEccentricName / Username:Name Acronym GeneratorFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108571615195836964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108571615195836964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108571615195836964' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-108473895652301257</id><published>2004-05-16T08:11:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T08:22:36.523-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's a bit of good advice for the fellas: Don't go see the movie Troy with a girl. The film is chock full of guys who are way too pretty for their own good, and they're all half naked throughout. If you go with female company, their swooning reactions to the naked pretty boys will make you annoyed, queezy, and does nothing good for your self-esteem. God help your fugly asses.Apparently, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108473895652301257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108473895652301257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108473895652301257' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-108439442778795559</id><published>2004-05-12T08:33:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T08:40:27.786-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was hot this morning when I went to take my lasy exams, so I decided to leave the windows cracked on the car. 2 hours later comes a torrential downpour soaking the interior of my car. Of course, this didn't matter much as I was soaked too, but then on my way home through this monsoon. my car died at a red light. after cursing at the car with other drivers cursing at me for ten minutes, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108439442778795559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108439442778795559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108439442778795559' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-108372781167953363</id><published>2004-05-04T15:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T15:34:29.216-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Quote of the Day is taken from an im conversation between Philippe and myself in regards to the movie version of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Read carefully for the hilarious typo.QOTD:  Salzar85:  by the way...harry potter news... Salzar85:  because goblet of fire was too long, they cut out all the scenes with the dursleys. Salzar85:  pretty ass. DaThrillPh:  damn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108372781167953363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108372781167953363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108372781167953363' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-108286729245334887</id><published>2004-04-24T16:28:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T16:32:16.763-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I saw Little Shop...........AGAIN!!!!So so good. all of you must see it.And I have naught else to say. I know this post sucks ass. I apologize for that. ......................go see Little Shop.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108286729245334887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108286729245334887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108286729245334887' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-108251307589521142</id><published>2004-04-20T14:04:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T14:08:35.106-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO this morning a big ol' chunk of my back molar cracked off, and now I gotta get it rebuilt at a dentist, and until then the broken edge is cutting up my tongue. Beautiful.Word to the wise: be extremely careful if you can't taste the difference between a frosted flake and a frosted tooth.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108251307589521142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108251307589521142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108251307589521142' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-108156023535145611</id><published>2004-04-09T13:23:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T13:27:39.793-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the guy from Scrubs that's from Maplewood wrote and directed this new dramatic movie about a guy who goes back to his hometown in New Jersey when his mom dies and he hooks up with Natalie Portman and his dad is Ian Holm and it's called Garden State and he wrote it from his own experience so it is essentially a movie about Maplewood, and what it would be like to be there while hooking up with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108156023535145611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108156023535145611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108156023535145611' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-108050105855463621</id><published>2004-03-28T07:10:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T07:14:26.903-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, South Orange Middle did Anything Goes as their musical this year. Of course, new forces are at work in the middle school show this year. I am speaking of course of Brian Patierno as Moonface Martin the gangster.So the show was good on a whole, but Brian was frickin AWESOME!! He did his whole bit sort of a mix of Rodney Dangerfield, Jackie Gleason, and my dad. Funny as hell. After the show, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108050105855463621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108050105855463621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108050105855463621' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-108018099621927044</id><published>2004-03-24T14:16:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T14:19:59.543-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So once again, I said something stupid, and feel remorseful. Thank God for blogs.So chillin with Clay and Mari yesterday, we started talking about Rising Star Awards. Clay predicts enthusiastically a nom for Megan, to which I half thinking say "no, I don't think so."My defense for this statement was how anal papermill is about everything, and how megan being out of breath after her billion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108018099621927044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/108018099621927044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108018099621927044' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-107938008640192463</id><published>2004-03-15T07:48:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T07:51:17.060-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHA! HOHO!Natalie thinks she didn't get into Forum cause of her "lack of chest". See, that could be a possible assumption if it weren't HEALY casting the show. He can be biased about appearences, but......in another way, you see. How do you think me and Miles got good parts? Or why Nikita is shirtless? HAHAHAAA!!! HOHO!!......................................................because he's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107938008640192463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107938008640192463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107938008640192463' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-107927687373207150</id><published>2004-03-14T03:07:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T03:11:03.373-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Peter Pan is really cool. They nearly sold out the opening night performence, and last night Healy opened the balcony! man, I wish Forum had pulled in that kind of crowd.Also, they decided not to use the peter pan boots that I made. That disappoints me greatly. not because I spent a near 10 hours making them, but because they just looked so damn cool. Everyone is like 'Oh no! Mike worked so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107927687373207150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107927687373207150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107927687373207150' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-107902032258299845</id><published>2004-03-11T03:52:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T03:55:08.496-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm still workin on peter pan. And I'm lovin it. I seriously wanna do costume design a lot more now. before I showed up, the hook costume was this cool red coat, boots, and a frilly shirt. that's it. So, me being me, I obsessively got a giant hat, and got a vest(formerly philippe's jack sparrow vest), and sewed this gold embroidery on it, then added a gold tassled red sash. the hook costume </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107902032258299845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107902032258299845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107902032258299845' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-107876547361380072</id><published>2004-03-08T05:04:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T05:07:35.513-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I walked in on a peter pan rehearsal the other day. and I walked into the costume room. After I had asked Healy if I could do costumes for the show, and he ignored me, it turns out that they desparately needed my help. So now I outfitted half the pirates, and I made a panflute holster(complete with the Patiernos' panflute) and bitchin' wristbands for the Peter Pan costume. I also am providing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107876547361380072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107876547361380072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107876547361380072' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-107834929812055002</id><published>2004-03-03T09:28:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T09:32:33.640-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's a good one:So I'm driving to school this fine morning, and who should I see, walking on the sidewalk, none other than the Cat in the Hat.No, seriously. the Cat in the fucking Hat was walking down the damn street! Well, I mean, obviously it was a guy in a suit, and he was walking right in front of the country club, so chances are he was just coming from doing a party at the club, and was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107834929812055002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107834929812055002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107834929812055002' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-107825315980537219</id><published>2004-03-02T06:45:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T06:48:53.450-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I saw The Passion of the Christ last night.Let me tell you. All of the anti semitism accusations were so panicked and angry, people forgot what the purpose of the movie really was. Jesus. Cool guy. pisses people off. gets killed.All the controversy of who killed him gets out of hand sometimes, ya know? I admit that in the movie, the Jews all act like assholes, but so does everybody but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107825315980537219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107825315980537219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107825315980537219' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-107732278814586611</id><published>2004-02-20T12:19:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T12:22:27.750-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so I haven't updated in a month or so, but I guess I better, considering some stuff has been going on more important than Return of the King.Natalie and I broke up. nothing was very tense between us, but I guess it began to, so we both decided it needed to be done.I tell myself that it's better for both of us, but that doesn't make it at all pleasant. As hard as it's been for both of us, what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107732278814586611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107732278814586611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107732278814586611' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-107185243811305050</id><published>2003-12-19T04:47:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T04:48:33.733-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So.........RETURN OF THE KING!!!!!!!!!! Oh, mother of all events! Sweet glory of glories!! HOLY SHITBALLS!!! This is the best movie trilogy of our time. After seeing it, I kinda felt like no other movie matters. I still feel that way. During the movie I complained that the ending dragged, but looking back, I probably said that cause it was 4 in the morning and my seat was uncomfortable by that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107185243811305050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107185243811305050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107185243811305050' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-107135840994363074</id><published>2003-12-13T11:33:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T11:34:38.186-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANNOUNCEMENT: After a long long time of confused guests and lucky aims, we finally got a light in the first floor bathroom. So, Miles, you can stop complaining.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107135840994363074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107135840994363074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107135840994363074' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-107135832025929482</id><published>2003-12-13T11:32:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T11:33:08.530-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Nat King Cole went with us to get the Patierno Christmas tree. We had the usual tradition, except y dad didn't get lost this time. We went to the tree farm, Wen directly for the biggest monsters there, I had to lift trees, we found the biggest one, tied it to the car, kept making sure it was still on the roof all the way home, getting it inside(barely), spending quite some time trying to make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107135832025929482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107135832025929482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107135832025929482' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-107072583578054228</id><published>2003-12-06T03:50:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T03:51:34.936-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My inner child is six years old!Look what I can do!  I can walk, I can run, I canread! I like to do stuff, and there's a wholebig world out there to do it in.  Just so longas I can take my blankie and my Mommy and mythree best friends with me, of course. How Old is Your Inner Child? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107072583578054228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107072583578054228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107072583578054228' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-107072563952255917</id><published>2003-12-06T03:47:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T03:48:18.106-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What Finding Nemo Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107072563952255917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107072563952255917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107072563952255917' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-107057165593654256</id><published>2003-12-04T09:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T09:01:53.763-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Philippe.You're a pot newbie. You've only been smoking ashort while, and... well... let's just sayyou're not quite as smooth as Humphrey Bogartwhen it comes to toking up. Well, practicemakes perfect, right? ;) Besides, your laughwhen you're high is hilarious. Which of the crew's potheads are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107057165593654256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/107057165593654256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107057165593654256' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-106902192295367043</id><published>2003-11-16T10:32:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T10:32:34.763-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QOTD : "I made a discovery a couple of weeks ago: cilantro and mexican cheeses taste good on pasta....at 3:30 in the morning....when you don't know your head from your ass."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106902192295367043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106902192295367043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106902192295367043' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-106833487908601734</id><published>2003-11-08T11:41:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T17:55:30.560-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me tell you about this weird ass dream I had. Not only was it a weird dream, but it was a reoccurring dream that I've been having the past few nights. It was like this:My brother Danny was writing a comedic play called Mussolini at the Lapin Agile, about a teenage Mussolini being sent to a detention camp where he is forced to dig holes every day, and it is there that he meets and befriends a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106833487908601734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106833487908601734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106833487908601734' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-106799248692666300</id><published>2003-11-04T12:34:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T12:37:01.186-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick. Sick as a frickin' dog. And my dad's buggin' me to get a job. And school sucks. But other than that, I'm fine. Saw Pirates of Penzance the other day. Philippe rocks as a pirate! He was doin the Jack Sparrow bit through the show, and it was awesome.Oh, and the Halloween party!!! Man, if you missed it, you're a big big loser. It was great. Hope came as Kelly Osborne, which was great. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106799248692666300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106799248692666300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106799248692666300' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-106747532827936356</id><published>2003-10-29T12:55:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T12:55:35.110-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tarzan! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106747532827936356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106747532827936356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106747532827936356' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-106747354222866091</id><published>2003-10-29T12:25:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T12:25:49.326-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got two new swords in the mail today. Well, technically three. Two of them connect into one staff, you see. The other is an amazing pure white katana(a ninja sword, for the nerd illiterate). I have the greatest crap collection out of anyone I know.QOTD: "We must move forward, not backward! Upward, not forward! And always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom!!!"- Kodos, as Bill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106747354222866091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106747354222866091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106747354222866091' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-106740297125160951</id><published>2003-10-28T16:49:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T16:53:41.263-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. No update in almost three weeks! You all must be worried sick about me!So now then....Big big thing happened on the 17th! I went to see Bela Fleck and the Flecktones!! I took along Laura, who I took last year and was unbelievably ecstatic to come again(rightfully so), and Natalie, who had never seen the Flecktones live before, had her mind totally blown to pieces, rattled around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106740297125160951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106740297125160951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106740297125160951' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-106536818597228553</id><published>2003-10-05T03:36:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T03:36:25.796-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are HomSar.  Too bad you're unoriginal.  Youare a second rate version of HomeStar andyou're more annoying.  Quit following the crowdand be yourself for a change.     What HomeStarRunner Character are you? (pictures) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106536818597228553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106536818597228553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106536818597228553' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-106398399325996643</id><published>2003-09-19T03:06:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T03:06:33.370-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. I haven't updated in like a month! Sorry about that. So anyway....uh...what's been happening.......COLLEGE!!! College college college college college!! So anyway, I hate college. I'm a part time student, so my schedule is the most rockin schedule ever(no classes Wed or Fri, and my earliest class is 1:00). and the campus is pretty cool. And I met a couple people. But I hate it cause my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106398399325996643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106398399325996643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106398399325996643' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-106244350937360939</id><published>2003-09-01T07:11:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T07:11:49.400-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the other day, Natalie went thong shopping. That puts a smile on my face. She got one with Smithers on it! Oh man! And since then, I have withdrawn my comment about how I love the smell of new shirt the best. my new favorite smell is new thong. Don't be gross. It's NEW thong! for some reason, they're just fresher smelling. Good God, what the hell am I talking about? I'm creepy. I'll shut up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106244350937360939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106244350937360939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106244350937360939' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-106204958086704124</id><published>2003-08-27T17:46:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T17:46:20.750-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Philippe gave me the Two Towers DVD for my birthday! Alright!!! We watched it tonight, good stuff. Also, I sent out the mail orders for my 4 bela fleck posters and my 2 swords! That was the first time I'd been in the post office in like 16 years..........lots of old people there. I think it's their hang out or something.Also, tonight Natalie was wearing a new T shirt, and I decided that if I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106204958086704124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106204958086704124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106204958086704124' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-106174768102013510</id><published>2003-08-24T05:54:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T05:54:40.866-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm eighteen years old.WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yesterday was my birfday! We had ever so much fun, at JP Lee's, and buying porno at 7-11, and ice cream, and presents........presents. Hm. Well, Natalie gave me presents anyway. Meh. No presents. Feh! Feh them all!But it was great. Monday we're partying for Miles, and Tuesday Natalie and I are going out to a lovely dinner. Which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106174768102013510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106174768102013510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106174768102013510' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-106096592486527821</id><published>2003-08-15T04:45:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T04:49:46.043-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I missed the Paper Mill Six Flags trip yesterday. It would've been a hassle to go anyway. And Natalie, Philippe, and Hope came over, so that concoction proved for an interesting evening.Also, I came to the realization that Natalie and I have been dating for a solid 3 months. I've never had a relationship last longer than three months, so when I came to this discovery, I was a bit excited, in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106096592486527821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106096592486527821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106096592486527821' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-106027551622826709</id><published>2003-08-07T04:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T04:58:36.096-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Chess is over, Paper Mill is over, and other than college, there's one thing left on my mind:I miss Natalie.I miss her so much, I'm getting all pissy and moany at random times(and that's not an innuendo for masturbation, however a good one it may be). I got a letter from her from camp, and it made me miss her more(but not in a bad way. Getting that letter was the highlight of my week). I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106027551622826709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/106027551622826709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106027551622826709' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-105984200125198739</id><published>2003-08-02T04:33:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T04:33:21.230-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, here's two weeks in three sentences:Chess rocked, Molokov ruled.Papermill opening night was awesome.Last two shows to go, gonna miss people.QOTD: "Throwing little kids in the air gives you quite a rush."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/105984200125198739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/105984200125198739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105984200125198739' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-105859244856001219</id><published>2003-07-18T17:27:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T17:27:28.480-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After Miles' great influence, here is a collection of quotes from the theatre conservatory. Enjoy."There've been complaints about you in the locker room. Apparently, you've been wearing panties. Is that true?""Well....""That's it. I'm calling your mother!""No! Not him!""The narrator from The Fantastiks wasn't necessarily a Mexican wrestler." - John, the Acting teacher"You're making fun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/105859244856001219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/105859244856001219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105859244856001219' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-105752157648444865</id><published>2003-07-06T07:59:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T08:02:38.400-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I've started my theatre conservatory last week. Along with Chess at night, I lost a lot of sleep. but it's all good. people in the theatre classes are really nice. and the hot girl ratio here is astounding! Even higher than region and Allstate combined!!! I mean, JESUS!!! heh heh. It's funny cause Natalie reads this. So anyway...I made some good friends at this thing, so here's my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/105752157648444865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/105752157648444865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105752157648444865' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-105686519993703846</id><published>2003-06-28T17:39:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T17:39:59.800-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't updated in a while. Let's see....Prom was excellent. better than last year. graduation was cool. I wore the roman laurel leaves on my head. perfectly obnoxious. midnight madness was fun. lotsa fun. and for graduation gifts, I'm getting Photoshop, my own black and white wingtips, a sword, and tickets to the Producers. good stuff. And in recent news, miles booed a manorah, Philippe is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/105686519993703846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/105686519993703846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105686519993703846' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-95894648</id><published>2003-06-21T04:10:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T04:11:36.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got my prom tux yesterday. Lookin' oh so nice!Kinda awkward, cause Natalie came along. I feel bad that she's not my date, but hey, I didn't even know her when I asked Gina. But, whatever. The white jacket is lookin' sweet as hell, and once I get the b&amp;w wingtips, I'll be so slick! Yes yes!QOTD: "You were staring at my ass, weren't you?"           "If by ass, you mean, 'talking to Philippe', </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95894648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95894648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95894648' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-95878058</id><published>2003-06-20T11:21:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T11:21:59.606-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got the part of Molokov, the big scarey Russian dude in Chess!And Miles got Anatoly, the other Russian guy!This should prove....rather interesting....But Amy didn't get a lead, which, as we all know, is a travesty!Meh. Natalie started posting quotes again.............feh!QOTD: "What da.....you save his life, and then you stab him in the face?!?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95878058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95878058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95878058' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-95790741</id><published>2003-06-18T02:10:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T02:10:04.790-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so.....My older brothers spent the weekend at Bonaroo. Music festival. In Tennassee. Tenessee. Tennn...whatever the spelling, they were there. And while they were gone, we got a pool table. Sweet stuff!! I'm lovin it. Even though I'm pretty bad at it. My girlfriend beat me, for chrissake! Damn.Oh, and Chess auditions were this week. I did pretty well. What I mean is that if anyone else gets the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95790741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95790741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95790741' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-95567492</id><published>2003-06-11T10:57:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T11:01:44.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY!!!!! RISING STARS!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!So yesterday was it. The third ticket went to Greg, and Imhoff couldn't go, so they gave his ticket to Emma, which made me happy.She was very supportive. So I went to Papermill from school to rehearse this gig. I meet up with Andrew, the nominee for How to Succeed, from Blahblingblah High school in Shmpvbze, New Jersey. We rehearsed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95567492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95567492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95567492' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-95487961</id><published>2003-06-09T13:05:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T13:05:03.550-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Kantara gave up her ticket to Rising Stars. Eric Stanley was the next drawing, but he has to work or something, so he refused it. The third ticket is up for grabs, and I told Amy. But now that I'm posting this, I deliver the message to anyone who wants to go to see Healy ASAP.Hurry, cause it's tomorrow.....holy shit, it's tomorrow! I'm gonna die!!!By the way, today's first Quote of the Day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95487961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95487961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95487961' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-95438233</id><published>2003-06-08T10:08:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T10:08:32.690-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So.....Rising Stars is on Tuesday. Healy had three extra tickets, so he raffled them off, making ME pick the names out of an envelope. Of course. Miles wanted it so bad, he would've killed someone if Greg or Eric had won. Out of pure chance, I picked out Kantara, Philippe, and Miles. Great. My two best guy friends and the student director. People are gonna think it was rigged. I must say, though</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95438233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95438233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95438233' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-95406116</id><published>2003-06-07T03:54:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T03:54:08.556-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cabaret night was great!!!Oh man. Being MC was pretty dumb. Especially since Sam wrote only half of a show title on one of the cards, so I annaounced it as "I Want To Get Off". Wow.Miles scared the crap out of everyone with the Jekyll &amp; Hyde number. My devil song was great, especially since I was wearing all black and red, complete with red Chuck Ts.And finally, Officer Krupke brought down the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95406116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95406116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95406116' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-95262307</id><published>2003-06-03T13:14:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T13:14:04.460-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So let's try and explain this:When going to see Philippe's show Quillow, at one point, a giant came and invaded a small town. At tat point, the town crier, who normally anounces the time along with an irritating "all is well", this time said "all is not well!!!" just as a barrage of small, flat, square, brown pieces of foam core came flying from the wings. Now, several of these brown things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95262307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95262307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95262307' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-95152454</id><published>2003-06-01T02:01:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T02:01:58.143-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a great Quote of the Day today, but Natalie took it. Because she decided to have a quote of the day too. Hm. As much as I love Nat, I wish she wouldn't do that. Cause if everyone starts with the quotes, then no one would have any reason to read my blog(seriously, none of you read it for the ENTRIES, do you?) Also, Nat screwed up the quote. Not that big of an alteration in wording, but it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95152454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95152454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95152454' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-95127474</id><published>2003-05-31T06:40:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T06:40:39.480-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Miles did Confrontation the other day. Holy shit in a rusty barrel, it was freakin scary. he did this whole convulsion thing that was freaky as hell. He did good, but, I still think he needs a bit more blocking to make it less confusing. Miles, let's set a time for blocking. I wanna help you solidify this thing. I know that sounds sexual, but shut up.And my dad walked into the living room only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95127474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95127474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95127474' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-95077742</id><published>2003-05-30T00:46:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T00:46:47.860-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QOTD: "Ben Tannen is only found in moist enviornments."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95077742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95077742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95077742' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-95019720</id><published>2003-05-28T15:27:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T15:27:11.306-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Officer Krupke sucked major ass. It was great. my solo wasn't too bad, and Suddenly Seymour was great. Julia is so much fun to sing with! she's so incredibly cute. She's really great. Adorable. Adorable. Lovely girl. Really. She's a delight.Fantastic.QOTD: "What happened? Did you mess up the fish dance?! Did you mess up the fish dance?!? Did you? You did, didn't you? Oh, Jesus!!!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95019720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/95019720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95019720' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-94844097</id><published>2003-05-24T13:25:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T13:28:06.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Quote Of The Day is a real peach. He really said this during a TV interview. I shit you not.QOTD: "There's other things I like to do besides fight. I mean, like, drink, play with my kids, get high...."            - Mike Tyson</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/94844097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/94844097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94844097' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-94799714</id><published>2003-05-23T07:49:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T07:49:31.286-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QOTD: "I don't like him."          "Why is it a 'he'? Because it's a monkey testicle?"          "Yes! It's a testicle! How is it a female testicle?"          "Hey, don't discriminate."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/94799714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/94799714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94799714' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-94799335</id><published>2003-05-23T07:39:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T06:41:27.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QOTD: "Don't worry, Miss Stradford. If I was legal, I'd go out with you."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/94799335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/94799335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94799335' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-94668223</id><published>2003-05-20T16:04:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T06:07:45.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>soooooo.......Chess is the PV show!!!!!! Magnificent. Gonna be lotsa fun.Well, as for my doings, everything's great. With Chess, rising stars, gradumaration, and Natalie, thing's are looking better than ever. Natalie. She really is on my mind all the time. I'ts amazing, but when I'm with her, everything seems to fall into place. I love her. She's the girl I've dreamed of meeting for years. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/94668223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/94668223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94668223' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-94419614</id><published>2003-05-15T12:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T12:30:52.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, about the Rising Star awards, I GOT A FINAL NOMINATION FOR BEST ACTOR IN A LEADING ROLE!!!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!! ahem. so, anyway, it's pretty exciting. I'm up against a Javert and Valjean from the same school, as well as a Finch and a Jekyll/Hyde. cool stuff.also, strange happenings in my love life. I recently met Natalie, a girl who I have a scary amount of things in common with. she's really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/94419614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/94419614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94419614' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-94100723</id><published>2003-05-10T00:15:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T00:15:10.926-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cool stuff! For the Rising Star Awards, I got a preliminary nomination for best leading actor. 4 out of 4 judges liked me, which gives me a good chance of getting a final nomination. It just goes to show how easily these people are bribed. And Miles got 3 judges' votes for supporting actor, which is great. We plan on killing the fourth judge, of course.QOTD: "Everything in Virginia smells like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/94100723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/94100723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94100723' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-93589639</id><published>2003-04-30T23:52:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T23:52:47.610-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FNL!!!!!so, FNL rocked. I just can't belive that my major high school performances are over. There's nothing left! Well, there's choir stuff, but nothing big. everybody did very well this year. I can't wait to come back and be overly critical at next year's show! So, good luck next year, guys! I hope that Anne, Alea, and Yabbles can make a fantastic show!QOTD: "...Did you just say 'injun'?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/93589639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/93589639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93589639' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-93003618</id><published>2003-04-21T09:06:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T09:06:22.450-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a boring day. Miles is in Baastin, the jews are at a life guard class(honestly, would you trust them with your life?) and I wanted to hang out with Laura, but she's out with Martha or something. Beh. I'm just glad to be hangin out with her again. I really missed her a lot. It's like that feeling you get when you know something is missing, but you don't know what. I mean, hangin out with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/93003618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/93003618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93003618' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-92686731</id><published>2003-04-15T13:42:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T13:42:39.903-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Philippe locked his keys in the car at lunch today. witrh the engine running. Bwa ha ha! It was great. we missed 7th period waiting for AAA, and all the guy did was wedge open the door and pull the lock with a wire. So, no English class today.QOTD:(stated by a girl who earlier had my photo down her shirt for novelty purposes): "Nobody's better looking than Mike! Mike is gorgeous! That's why I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/92686731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/92686731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92686731' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-92544709</id><published>2003-04-13T10:07:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T10:07:15.920-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so Union Catholic did Forum.heh heh heh.they had great proteans. oh yes. but Hero upstaged Pseudolus, and Miles was a robot, and Philia couldn't sing, and Domina couldn't act. and Lycus had a brooklyn accent.not as bad as....some other shows, though.Also saw MSU do A Midsummer Night's Dream. It was great! Puck was like Spiderman, he was awesome(except for his thong), and Bottom was great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/92544709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/92544709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92544709' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-91950601</id><published>2003-04-03T13:35:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T10:01:03.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a prom date!! it's Gena however-you-spell-her-last-name. It's pretty cool. I really like her.Oh, and get this: people were actually offended by FNL. and not just because of our bad acting. geez. since when are we taken seriously?QOTD:" a carrot a day,may keep cancer away."                    "God dammt! You fucking Jesus!"          "Those taste so bad!!! Give me one."          "Dan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/91950601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/91950601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91950601' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-91024926</id><published>2003-03-19T12:41:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T12:41:39.233-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Emma Ensign is the hottest. She rocks my socks. Oh baby. Oh baby.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/91024926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/91024926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91024926' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-90892022</id><published>2003-03-17T13:49:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T13:37:14.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I PASSED MY ROAD TEST!!!!!!Oh yeah. That's right. I'm on the road. God help us all. So I went to Rahway for it, and this guy gets in the car. Kinda nerdy looking. Like Paul Pfeiffer from The Wonder Years, ya know? So, he stares me down the whole time, making me really nervous. I did okay, until he made me park on a hill. wasn't ready for that one, let me tell ya! Failed it horribly. apparently </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/90892022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/90892022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90892022' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-90645071</id><published>2003-03-13T00:51:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T00:51:48.716-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QOTD: "Mike would make the perfect dildo. And with the hair.....he'd be a bottlebrush dildo."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/90645071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/90645071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90645071' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-90620807</id><published>2003-03-12T13:23:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T00:49:56.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well! The show is over! It was great. Marissa, the Pseudolus from Fort Lee, actually came, with the rest of their cast! They loved it. I've been getting congrats from so many people, even people I don't know. Amazing. Miles was great too, and Matt, and Azudi, and Madeline, and Philippe, dude, I know you tried out for Hysterium, but I definately did NOT want anyone else to play Lycus. I mean, God!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/90620807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/90620807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90620807' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-89975850</id><published>2003-03-01T13:07:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T13:07:15.593-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Earlier this afternoon I performed at the music marathon. the chamber choir was great, especially when I was breakin it down on the congas. Hot stuff. Hot stuff. Then we did stuff from Forum. while performing my song Free, ben's belt fell off(due to the weight of the money bag I told him to wear), at the same moment, I forgot the lyrics. So, in the middle of the song, there was a big halt in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/89975850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/89975850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89975850' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-89955498</id><published>2003-03-01T03:27:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T03:27:40.110-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has come to the attention of most that some of us have been getting into a bit of trouble because of our blogs. I myself have had a few awkward confrontations regarding posted statements, and others(whose names should not be mentioned, but go by the initials Matt Baer) have had a few dilemmas, to say the least. That is why I have decided to adopt the method of alias. So, starting tomorrow, no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/89955498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/89955498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89955498' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-89120159</id><published>2003-02-14T12:39:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T12:39:39.553-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QOTD: Me: "Did anyone notice that Megan is half naked?"           Azudi "Yes. Me. I did. I noticed."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/89120159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/89120159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89120159' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-89120026</id><published>2003-02-14T12:36:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T12:36:25.486-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I recently discovered that my psychologist(yeah, shut up)owns a 1912 Ford Model T. How random is that? I so badly want to borrow it just to pull into the student lot one day and impress and confuse people. "dude, check out that sweet ride!" or "dude, what the hell is that piece of shit? Who does this guy think he is?"Yeah. I'm gonna do that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/89120026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/89120026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89120026' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-88355844</id><published>2003-01-31T13:25:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T15:18:38.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, now. let me see....The play doing good. A lot better since Amy's dance has been choreographed so she DOESN'T have to gie me  lap dance. But also, Mari has to shove my face between her "Big Ol' Boobs", as Hope would put it. Obviously, she was reluctant to do it. Oh, and the thing with Linda? Not happening. She wants to just be friends, which is a phrase I'm all too familiar with. But oddly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/88355844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/88355844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88355844' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-87937663</id><published>2003-01-23T16:12:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T14:59:25.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QOTD: "Miles is my bra."                          - Mari</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/87937663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/87937663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87937663' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-87314064</id><published>2003-01-12T07:13:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T07:13:57.916-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quotes Of The Day:"I'm so BORED! Who CARES if she's pregnant?!""It's all about the bad-ass woodland creatures.""Can you please stop molesting that muppet?""Yo, Mom. Do you mind? I'm trying to look at porno over here.""You're a big titted Asian!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/87314064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/87314064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87314064' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-87238735</id><published>2003-01-10T10:48:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T10:48:12.596-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Play rehearsal is going great. we finished "Everybody Ought to Have a Maid" and it's gonna be the best nimber of the show. Except hat Matt Harris is a sick fuck. Philippe knows what I'm talking about. I mean, damn. One quote says it all: "That bitch put up a fight!" And Azudi (Senex) has to jump into my arms, and he's afraid to do it. What a pussy. I'd never make a mistake like that.  Unless....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/87238735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/87238735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87238735' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-86977199</id><published>2003-01-05T10:55:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T10:55:23.373-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, it's been quite a while. For Christmas I got a bunch of DVDs so all I've been dong is sitting on my ass in front of the TV. The Two Towers rocked. So did Gangs of New York. We started play rehearsal, and Mr Healy(director)is a biznatch! He is quite the dick. But on the other hand,  he says that the courtisans are gonna be all over me. I'm talkin lap dances and such.  and the last one is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/86977199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/86977199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#86977199' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-86417439</id><published>2002-12-22T14:50:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T14:50:12.903-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the first time in, like, forever, I read Emily's blog. and you know what? I really really miss her. I haven't talked to her forever. As a matter of fact, I feel cut off from a lot of the blog folk. I definately gotta get back in the loop. Say hi to Emily for me, people....or maybe I should do it myself.QOTD: " I don't know why the hills are so short."           " Because I peed on them."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/86417439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/86417439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86417439' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-86403958</id><published>2002-12-22T07:26:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T07:26:43.496-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been quite a week. After jumping on Matt's hood(I'm talking about his car), and observing Greg's driving skills(turn your lights on, buddy.), I'm looking forward to a quiet Christmas. I also fouind out that Jack Reilly works at J Crew. Weird. Last night we went to Mt. Fuji for Greg's B-day. Best resteraunt ever. Greg, Hope, and Megan M. were there. Me and Megan spent the whole time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/86403958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/86403958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86403958' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-86140505</id><published>2002-12-16T13:28:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T15:01:25.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOOHOO!!!!!! I DID IT!!!!!! I GOT THE LEAD IN THE PLAY!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!ahem. sorry about that. But needless to say, I'm a little excited about this. Especially with Phillipe as Lycus and Miles as.....Miles. Not quite the roles they wanted, but great roles nontheless.(as a matter of fact, those are the two roles I originally wanted to try out for.) but anyway, I can't wait! it's gonna be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/86140505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/86140505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86140505' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-85796761</id><published>2002-12-10T07:44:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T07:44:40.140-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sick! Sick! Sick as a dog! I've had a bad cold all weekend, even at the glen ridge dance. I was fun though. Liz seemed to have a good time, even when her date was out of commission. glen ridge people shock me. I've never seen so many white people dance before. Got to meet Billy, who I called 'my adorable retarded brother'. If your confused by this, just watch bill dance.Callbacks for Forum are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/85796761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/85796761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85796761' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-85139674</id><published>2002-11-26T14:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T14:22:44.733-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow. it's been a looooooooong time.We're doing Forum! auditions are next week! I'm trying ot for the lead, which is rough cause my competition is Azudi. Should be fun, though.Dan &amp; charlie are over for Thanksgiving. It's pretty weird having them here. everything's more chaotic now.funny thing happened: never in three years of high school have I talked to Linda Katz, even though we saw each </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/85139674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/85139674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85139674' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-84334859</id><published>2002-11-10T12:05:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T12:05:00.940-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S OVER!!!!!!!!! BAND IS OVER!!!!! dear od, I can't believe it! the most important activity in my high school career and it's over! It's such a relief. and, well, it's been fun. to be honest, it wouldn't have been good without laura and marty. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!QOTD: "You just need confidence......or drugs. I'd go with the drugs."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/84334859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/84334859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84334859' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-84254519</id><published>2002-11-08T11:53:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T11:53:49.233-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QOTD: "Looks like rain! ...Better take the train! ...David Blaine! ...Walking with a cane! ...You're all insane! ...I like to eat toast! ........."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/84254519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/84254519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84254519' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568291.post-84200800</id><published>2002-11-07T13:35:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T13:35:11.950-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stefani and I broke up. She said we should try just being friends for a while, and then see what happens. It sounds okay, and I'm willing to do that, but.....Son of a fucking bitch.QOTD: "Son of a fucking bitch."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/84200800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568291/posts/default/84200800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mickeyp.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84200800' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13706259437870952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
