<?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-33001518</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:50:04.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UFO sighting near highland Illinois</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j98/shins18/bloglogo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-116338983372789060</id><published>2006-11-12T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:36:37.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>then we try and name our babies, but forgot all the names that we used to know...</title><content type='html'>So I've been listning to me ol Arcade Fire cd today after watchin jussa lil bit of Nightmare Before Christmas... and by a little bit I do mean that I meant to only watch the first 10 minutes to allow myself to reminese back to the day when I LOVED that movie, then I just ended up watching the whole thing. WOO! that got me so much in the mood for the whole christmas season. Then, with listning to the Funeral cd (arcade fire), I am SO pumped for all christmasie things to come. I mean listen to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And if the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;snow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;burries my, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;my neighborhood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And if my parents are crying than I'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dig a tunnel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;from my window to yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;climb out your chimney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and meet me in the middle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;of the town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then, with no one else around we let our hair grow long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and forget all we used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and our skin grows thicker from living out in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snow&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;babay babay. I love me some of that. Sadly, it's taking them forever to release their next CD... I guess they got distracted by all the fun in the sun in LA (which, oddly, is where their new HUGE record lable is located). Hopefully, it's only going to take until next year because it's another masterpiece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I feel a little bit like there's so much going on in my life right now but none of it can be expressed in words... I could go on about what I did this weekend, but I choose not to. Instead, I will leave you with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/21XEishihNo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/21XEishihNo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;peace in the middle east,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mitchell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-116338983372789060?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/116338983372789060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=116338983372789060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/116338983372789060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/116338983372789060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/11/then-we-try-and-name-our-babies-but.html' title='then we try and name our babies, but forgot all the names that we used to know...'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-116252320102560322</id><published>2006-11-02T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:06:41.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>smells like the death of the last great cause...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you and I we been through that, that is not our case. give my face to the back of your head, &lt;strong&gt;loyal in your&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sh&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;dow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent. New update time. I wish I could get to this everyday, truly. Unfortunately, I'd rather be procrastinating doing my homework and this than simply blogging and ignoring my homework. However, things are pilling up behind me rather quickly. Though, for now, I'd like to talk about grad write-ups... the little devils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell do we do them? It's one of my greatest displeasures in life. Why can I not put something entirely rediculous without being judged? What is so holy and untouchable about the grad write up? I don't know, but I did not spend 13 years in school all to build up to the 450 characters next to a fucking picture of my in the back of the yearbook. Firstly, I'm estimating that about fifteen people will be reading any given write-up and taking paying attention to it. Now, do friendships constantly have to be written in stone? If I don't include everyone of my friend's name's next to my photo, it means that they meant nothing to me all through high school - no.  I'm not accepting an academy award, I'm filling up blank space in a year book. If it even dawns upon me to read what I wrote in that small space in my yearbook 20 years from now, I owe every single person with a sappy melow-dramatic write-up a billion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to contradict myself; I do appreciate, for those who do see this as a serious and holy thing, to be mentioned in one. Though, if everyone were to put something silly I guarentee that people would read every single person's write-up. Not to mention, it would be a lot more fun, less stressful and we'd all simply get along much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitcheellll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-116252320102560322?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/116252320102560322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=116252320102560322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/116252320102560322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/116252320102560322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/11/smells-like-death-of-last-great-cause.html' title='smells like the death of the last great cause...'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-116155697008650561</id><published>2006-10-22T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T18:44:32.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>now THAT's entertainment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All up in yo face face, like mace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see, what have been up to as of late. Well friday was entertaining. I was so excited all day because of cours &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Marie Antoinette&lt;/span&gt;! I just love that girl. You know the question that people ask you "if you could have dinner with one person from history?"... well, she would likely be mine. Screw Einstein or Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see. I got home from school friday and played the waiting game for Leah to come pick us up. Though, us turned into me, seeing as Susan bailed on the movie. That's OK though, I roll with the punches. So, after a long-ish wait, Leah, Joanna, Erin and Arno showed up. Clearly, Erin have Leah the wrong directions to Millidgeville, it happens. Adventure ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Arno would laugh everytime a dog came into the movie? ... We will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was in general amazing. I had a few problems with it at first. Mostly the fact that it left out most of the ricule a viciousness Marie Antoinette had to endure and replaced it with flashy costumes and a sweet soundtrack. Then I came to a realization, the entire movie was basically like flipping through Marie Antoinette's diary while listning to an amazing mix tape. Likely, in a teenage girl's diary it's mostly includes the boring day to day activities, IE. shopping, the paties, boys and whatnot. Generally, there wouldn't be a whole lot of talk about politics and such. In that sense, the movie made a lot of sense. It doesn't deserve the reviews it's getting, it's definately one of the best movies out this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough analyzing. After the movie Joanna received an alarming call from Paige. "There are a 1000 people at the dance, and all 1000 will be going to Leah's house after this". Hmm, interesting situation for Leag, I won't lie. So we got to Leah's and after some boredom occured, Joanna decides it would be a good idea to turn on the Sex &amp; The City DVDs. This just goes to show that Arno has the theme song to the show on his cell phone. Not only that, but when Joanna left the room he was able to explain to me just what was going on in the show... don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I woke up to a message from Leah "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mitchell! Where the hell is my cell phone charger?!  Kbye.&lt;/span&gt;" I just accepted it and moved on with my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last night was also pretty decent. Susan and I were rippin over the fact that we had no plans. Then Erin calls and asks if we wanna go to her house after she gets off work. Woo! So we did, and I of course visited Stephen and Joanna at Zellers, like I always do... well, I don't usually.. but still. I did get an X Men pin out of the whole thing. We then ended up going on some random party for like an hour. THEN JUMPED ON THE TRAMP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm just getting home from work listning to an old school &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Death From Above 1979&lt;/span&gt; Cd and loving life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellogoodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-116155697008650561?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/116155697008650561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=116155697008650561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/116155697008650561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/116155697008650561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-thats-entertainment.html' title='now THAT&apos;s entertainment!'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-116092985883951906</id><published>2006-10-15T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:02:26.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you mine what you die for</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;BA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;DA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Weekend? I guess. Not so much of an action packed weekend this time. Friday was kinda a bust, it was raining, so all outdoor plans were canceled. Therefor, festivities would be moved indoors... indoors to the Saint John Sea Dogs hockey game. Bleh, it would make sense that the night that I call in sick to allow for some fun to happen, the only fun is at the hockey game! I mean honestly, I seldom see a friend at the hockey game for me to talk to. Then, the night that I am not able to work or go to the game, it turns out that that's the new hot spot to be. Oh well, I guess I could wait till saturday to have some fun.... apparently not though. Saturday was also a bust. I slept in and missed my chance to go apple picking. Then everybody already seems to be out and about laughing and having fun, while Sara Beverige and I try and go to the movies. That didn't so much work out either. Finally, Saturday night I did end up going to see Employee of the Month with a ceratain couple of people. Not such a great movie though... not really what you expect. Then again, it's just what you expect from a movie with Jessica Simpson in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, friday I went to guidance with my english class to talk about after high school. Kind of depressing, I won't lie. I really can't figure out what realistiv plans are and what they aren't. It seems that the only thing that's not frowned upon in going to UNBSJ and taking arts. In a way though - as depressing as deciding what you'll be doing with your futur is - it's rather exciting. People say that one of the best things in life is not knowing what you'll be doing next... and I certainly don't. I just don't understand why, in elementary school you can decide what you want to be when you grow up and be capable to sticking with that plan for most of your life. Then, when you're older, you start acting childish and change your life plans it seems atleast once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, JA has started. Ugh?&lt;br /&gt;It kind of looks like I have a very good chance of being president this year, although, for the first time, I don't really want it. I honestly don't even want to be there at all. I don't know for sure if I am capable of the resposiblity. "One of my greatest displeasures would be to let everybody down..." that's Marie Antoinette from the movie comming out on friday lol. But, it is true. I have a feeling that I would let people down, and just end up stressing myself out. Though, on the plus side, JA is on the few things that I've been able to do quite well in. That being noticed, there is a good chance that I will get scholarships from it. And usually, it's only the presidents who get those awards. So, we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;falling bombs&lt;/span&gt; are they're shooting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they wish, they'd wish for less ways to wish&lt;br /&gt;and more ways to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;work toward it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-116092985883951906?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/116092985883951906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=116092985883951906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/116092985883951906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/116092985883951906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-mine-what-you-die-for.html' title='you mine what you die for'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-116036225948051333</id><published>2006-10-08T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:50:59.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all my friends are skeletons, the beat the rythm with their bones</title><content type='html'>another thaksgiving dinner come and gone. may I say that thanksgiving is one holiday I do not get. I do not look forward to it or appreciate it. here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dislike spending prolonged periods of time with my family. I just feel like a three year old listning in on their conversations, I mean, the things they talk about are absurd. they gossip about the most random people that I do not even know... new names pop up every time. this time was a little different, instead of just being confused by all the randome gossip I was pretty annoyed by it. I feel like I am so much more mature than any of them, and it's frustrating. so basically at dinner, or whenever family comes to visit, I can never really partake in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't stand kids. I can't really explain what it is that I don't like, but I will make an attempt. I just find it depressing to be around them. like, I just start remebering what it was like to be that age and how naiive and stupid I was. it takes such a long time to grow up, truly. and I think that I'm just so in love with the age that I'm at right now that I never want  to go back to an age that I've already experienced.  if I had to go back to being 5 years old, realizing slowly time goes at that age and how long it takes to actually grow up... I would... not be happy. plus, their annoying to play with and they touch my shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My least favorite type of food is homecooked food. it's not fun to cook food, especially when it never really tastes that good. like honestly, it's over rated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a lovely-ass day,&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm going to get Joanna to post the videos of Night Train on youtube so that I may post them here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-116036225948051333?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/116036225948051333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=116036225948051333' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/116036225948051333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/116036225948051333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-my-friends-are-skeletons-beat.html' title='all my friends are skeletons, the beat the rythm with their bones'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-116023595533309090</id><published>2006-10-07T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T12:24:21.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ask me that one more time and you're DEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3790/3196/1600/nighttrain%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3790/3196/320/nighttrain%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time to postie-wostie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a good week or so though. night train was the bomb diggy last night. a lot of laughter and fun, as usual, with susan and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha after some boredom ensued, Joanna, Tsunami and I went and started filming some videos for youtube. no doubt, I will be posting those on here. they're pretty halarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thanksgiving is this weekend, and I'm just thankful that I havn't done anything compeltely humiliating yet this year. everything is going rather well.. a little too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3790/3196/1600/nighttrain%20016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3790/3196/320/nighttrain%20016.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye children of the world, you are the future!&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-116023595533309090?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/116023595533309090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=116023595533309090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/116023595533309090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/116023595533309090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/10/ask-me-that-one-more-time-and-youre.html' title='ask me that one more time and you&apos;re DEAD'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-115939229579892644</id><published>2006-09-27T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T17:26:11.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>accidentally deleted every post from before september... yeah, that really sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some Lisa Nova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1v13vEIJ9U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1v13vEIJ9U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-115939229579892644?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/115939229579892644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=115939229579892644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115939229579892644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115939229579892644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/09/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-115931029014128999</id><published>2006-09-26T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T18:38:10.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>has a good home, Canada-di-do-di-da</title><content type='html'>ok so I'm watching TV this afternoon and I realized something: I am still hearing about Hurricane Katrina several times a day! I truly do care about the unfortunate people who lost their homes and belongings, I truly do. But what the hell?! This was over a year ago and there have been other, more serious disasters since. I'm not saying that I don't care, I'm saying that I care about other things more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the victims of Katrina lost a lot and a couple thousand died... but wait! What about that tsunami that killed hundreds of thousands? I'd like to concentrate on them for a mement, please. Afterall they are the ones who truly lost a lot. They've lost real things like... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;their lives&lt;/span&gt;! So yeah, how about the hundreds of thousands of children who were killed in the eathquake in India not too long ago. They have nothing now, and had &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to care about what they are told to care about. For example, everybody is appauled by the Rwanadan genocide. Once the movie was made everybody cared! I won't lie, I had no clue it happened until the movie was out. But wait... what about that genocide that's happening right now?! You know, the one in Darfur that has killed 500 000 over a time span ove 3 years. I just don't understand why we all care about something that has already happen when something extremelly similar is going on right now (and has been for almost 4 years)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying that sometimes people only care about what they're told to care about, but don't bother to care when it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-115931029014128999?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/115931029014128999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=115931029014128999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115931029014128999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115931029014128999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/09/has-good-home-canada-di-do-di-da.html' title='has a good home, Canada-di-do-di-da'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-115911628471959697</id><published>2006-09-24T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:44:44.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what a strange day</title><content type='html'>I have the strangest feeling today. I got out of bed today feeling so frustrated that I wasn't still asleep... and now I just feel... ick... I can't really explain it. I don't know, it just seems like I'm in huge trouble about something... but I'm not.. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I have to get ready to go to friggen work... I'm in no mood at all. after work I have a crap load of homework to do... I'm just not having this. I just feel like I want to sleep through the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm gonna try and post about the better part of my weekend later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-115911628471959697?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/115911628471959697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=115911628471959697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115911628471959697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115911628471959697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-strange-day.html' title='what a strange day'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-115887368990466082</id><published>2006-09-21T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T17:21:29.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't think twice, it's alright</title><content type='html'>my As You Like it audition went well. it could have been better for sure, but I usually don't do as well as I did on auditions. call backs are on monday, so I'll see how things play out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is getting pretty flippin hard, I have a test on trig identities tomorrow and there is no brian beckett in sight to help me... sooo we'll see how things go. damn mr crooked shank can't teach me shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OFFICE starts tonight!!! I'm so excited everybody MUST WATCH... it's the only good show on tv... well.. that and frightenstein on the space channel weekdays at 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and tomorrow I'm gonna buy the new EMILY HAINES solo album. here is the first single off of it.. this video is set in a Zellers, and I love it! PLUS the song is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jrim-894Q00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jrim-894Q00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  I plan on getting the Final Fantasy CD. he's really amazing if you havn't heard of him. he's the newest polaris prize winner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8PZ8-cpWc4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8PZ8-cpWc4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song above is reaaally worth a listen. Owen Pallett is one of Canada's most talented young musicians, if you don't believe me than believe the Polaris Prize judges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rinin pertie,&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-115887368990466082?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/115887368990466082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=115887368990466082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115887368990466082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115887368990466082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-think-twice-its-alright.html' title='don&apos;t think twice, it&apos;s alright'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-115887323380305685</id><published>2006-09-20T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T17:27:42.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the lineup seems endless underneath the salvation sine</title><content type='html'>not too much going on at this very moment at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something pretty annoying happened last night though. a certain person who I was good friends with through most of high school messaged me for the first time over msn in quite a while. actually, fist off, lets back this story up a tad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this person and I were always good friends. then summer came and they kind of stopped contacting me. I had heard through somebody else that this was because there were "trying to see who their real friends were by seeing if they'd try and keep in touch". to me, this is completely rediculous. so I was just like, whatever and just forgot about them for a while. then the other day I saw them at the school, I told them taht I missed hanging out with them, and they acted pretty fake. so again I was just like, whatever and moved on. then yesterday after school I talked to this person's sister and casually said that all they do is "mope around all day and go to class when they have to". I didn't think that this would get back to the person, but it did. so, on msn they told me that "there is absolutely nothing wrong with me! and don't talk to my sister!". basically, I'm done. pretty sure they blocked me... and it doesn't really bother me that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just subscribe the red one,&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-115887323380305685?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/115887323380305685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=115887323380305685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115887323380305685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115887323380305685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/09/lineup-seems-endless-underneath.html' title='the lineup seems endless underneath the salvation sine'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-115871687538518856</id><published>2006-09-19T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:48:30.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't lie to yourself!</title><content type='html'>this is kind of an update on what I posted earlier about doing business in university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently realized that I don't really want to do business after I graduate. I guess it's not really me... I'm not boring and hope that I'll be offering more in the future than what I can give working in an office building, likely still in the maritimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to live in Montreal or Toronto. also, I've always wanted to work in entertainement... not neccesarily acting, but producing or event planning. then I stumbled upon an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;helpful site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.schoolfinder.com  I'd sugest going there and making an account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gave a really helpful, free quiz which showed me the best university degrees for you and the types of jobs you can get with that degree. coincidentally, my number one option was a degree in communications, which is what I was starting to consider. then  if you select one of the jobs listed under that degree it will show you all of the school in canada that you can go to for it. the only option for what I wanted to do was Concordia in Montreal. I feel pretty good about aiming for this... atleast until I change my mind again.. which hopefully ain't gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here is a picture of Katie and I before the Metric show in our wicked sweet from row spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3790/3196/1600/metric%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3790/3196/320/metric%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I finnally audition for As You Like it. I'm hoping for the lead this year.. and it's making me pretty nervous for my audition. Hope it goes well... it's not like I always bomb at auditions... sooo yea, hoping for some luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preace mangggs,&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-115871687538518856?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/115871687538518856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=115871687538518856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115871687538518856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115871687538518856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-lie-to-yourself.html' title='don&apos;t lie to yourself!'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-115871547014056872</id><published>2006-09-18T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:27:42.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe I shouldn't post this</title><content type='html'>something really crazy happened. I'm not sure what to think. this is a pretty serious post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so yesterday I found out that my aunt checked into a rehad centre. she's currently in montreal at a drug detox place. I'm completely caught off guard... she's the last person I would have ever expected. I'm not too close with any of my family, but this is likely my closest family member. my uncle won't be able to handle my two yound cousins (2 and 5 years old)... so they will probably be staying here for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just been kind of bothering me, and got me thinking... you never really know anybody, even when you think you do. I mean, this is a close family member and all of a sudden domronr completely different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm not gonna give any more details about the problem... I figured it would be OK to post this much, considering there are very few people who read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knives don't have your back,&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-115871547014056872?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/115871547014056872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=115871547014056872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115871547014056872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115871547014056872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/09/maybe-i-shouldnt-post-this.html' title='maybe I shouldn&apos;t post this'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-115871000598255275</id><published>2006-09-17T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:08:30.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shake your head, it's empty</title><content type='html'>the funnest night of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, I still feel a rush from the Metric concert on Saturday night. it was incredible. Emily Haines has sooo much on stage engergy and it's incredibly contagious.. there wasn't a still people in the whole room. my heart sank when they walked off stage... actually, it seemed far too short considering the cost of a ticket. plus I would have never payed money to see that opening band. they were called "The Stance"... they weren't too bad, but they were definately amatures and not worthy of opening for a 30 dollar Metric show yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all pumped to take videos during the show (even though it was against the rules).. but my batteries died 2 mintutes in.. but here is some of what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very start of the show, they opened with EMPTY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-f7BKvtqOI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-f7BKvtqOI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 20 minute long version of dead disco, at the end she started rolling on the floor crawling towards James Shaw (who is in front of Katie and I)... it was so crazy, I loved it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6hxg1vmQqxw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6hxg1vmQqxw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONSTER HOSPITAl, I didn't take this video.. but the people like right next to me did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmV_1iK6frE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmV_1iK6frE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll say it again.. the show was incredible. it was so relevant. &lt;br /&gt;This might sound weird, but during Glass Ceiling she walking directly in fron of me and like looked directecly at me while I was shouting the words back at her... then her eyes rolled back in her head and it creeped me out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her eyes actually rolled back in her head quite a lot now that I think of it... It's like while she's singing she tries to become the lyrics and just lets the song take controle of her. I'm not gonna miss a Metric show whenever I get the chance to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i DID end up spending the night in a car... which kinda harshed the mellow of the whole night.. but.. evs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought the war but the WAR WON,&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-115871000598255275?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/115871000598255275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=115871000598255275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115871000598255275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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friends are lame.&lt;br /&gt;but yea, she's likely the most famous video blogger on the internet. here's on of my favorite video's from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZtH7DTu-DgI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZtH7DTu-DgI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's sooo addicting to watch, I'm you'd all get hooked if you started watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is that today I was watching MTV and before I had even seen anything about it youtube they were showing a press conference with her. apparently her real name is jessica rose... or something. honestly, I always suspected she was a fake. but the reaction that people are giving towards her being "fake" is what's interesting. nobody is offended that everyone was lied to... she's actualy almost doubled in subscriptions and is now number one on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it about her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on peeling to Fredericton to see metric with katie, tish and stephen. we don't have tickets yet.. but hopefully it all works out. don't even know where I'm gonna end up sleeping but I hope to god I don't end up in a car or something over night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latah playas,&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-115870829388813086?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/115870829388813086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>everybody's gotta have a thing</title><content type='html'>my thing's not sound effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKie doke.. So, as I may have told you, my schedual for this year sucks ass. No Kidding. Here is what my year looks like as of right now...&lt;br /&gt;Sem.1&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;French&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;Enhlish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem.2&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;Calculus&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I know. Oh, and the only thing I've always been worst at in schools is actually math.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the only reason I'm even taking all of these shitty courses is because I thought I wanted to do business in in University... well, judging by these courses maybe business is not for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem fair to me, and doesn't even make sense when you look at it... So I'm beginning to reconsider... I may just take all the crap out next semester and take easier courses to get a better average. Only thing is.. I won't be able to do business. I know I ain't gonna be happy with going to UNBSJ... and well, that's probably what I'll end up doing... flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to think of something else... and apparently I need to do it quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word to your mother,&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-115870764406675001?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/115870764406675001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=115870764406675001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115870764406675001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115870764406675001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/09/everybodys-gotta-have-thing.html' title='everybody&apos;s gotta have a thing'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-115759693531807396</id><published>2006-09-06T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:42:15.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridin dirty on the first day</title><content type='html'>a long read, only proceed if you love me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so yesterday was the first day of school I had been dreading for ever so long. Basically, upon arrival I decided that I wasn't having any of it... especially considering none of the other failures had gotten into my flippin functions and relations class... so I took Brian Beckett's advice to heart, and looked into helping the src do their shiiiyot. I quickly spotted Kikikiki and Annabannanana, before I knew I was hooked the hell up with a red shirt and ready to ride it dirtay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3790/3196/1600/1611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3790/3196/320/1611.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly, I thought it would be awkward. clearly I'm not on src, everbody knows that, and I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;trying to hide it! so for all the those damn hoodrats who were thinking the entire time "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why the hell is he...&lt;/span&gt;" but decided not to say anything, don't even. just thought I'd get the out da way. so yeah, it was a lot of fun, a lot of cheering and Rachel Godwin! Haha... just my favorite grade 9 of the day, that's all. At lunch handing out pizza, I think I could have done a slightly better job... I mean slapping the slices onto the napkins may not have been the most impressive thing (to the grade 9s that is, it was very impressive to me), but hell it's sjhs not the flippin Bamboo East what do you even expect?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the the tour, all hell broke loose. pretty sure the class enjoyed the tour a hella lot... did they learn anything? no. did people likely get lost? yea. did randoms join the tour? of course. did I force Rachel Godwin to start talking to kids in the class who I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought &lt;/span&gt;were her friends? yes, actually, I think I did. did I wanna take the to the pool but couldnt because it was locked, until some sick ass ghetto kid picked the lock, followed by me rojoicing "hey look, he found a way in"? yes, I think that happed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of first day, some random ass country chick sang for the grade nines... gig of a life time right there... It was kinda funny actually, lets just say that in my opinion the band should be called "christina and the dirtbags".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for my life though, I didn't get around to doing guidance at all that day. so again, I dreaded the next day and having to go to some pee wee grade 11 judging functions and relations class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna turn this into some long boring ass essay that nobody's gonna read... chances are nobody will, there are only like 2 people that read this... ahem SHOUT OUT TO THOSE TWO PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latah, keep it real,&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-115759693531807396?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/115759693531807396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=115759693531807396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115759693531807396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115759693531807396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/09/ridin-dirty-on-first-day.html' title='Ridin dirty on the first day'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-115759652615704335</id><published>2006-09-06T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:41:32.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! A Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.pitchforkmedia.com/images/image/11028.help-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px;" src="http://static.pitchforkmedia.com/images/image/11028.help-2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holla! today I was on the Metric site today and noticed that they had recorded a song for the new "War Child" charity CD. this is one of my favorite charities, it helps children who are forced to have war as part of their lives, and of course this is one of my favorite bands! so, being the souless consumer that I am, I bought it the same day lolololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby baby baby, it's a pretty decent cd! Radiohead, Damian Rice, Keane and Metric have some of the best songs on the CD. I was glad to see that they made a recording that wasn't all Avril Lavigne and Sum 41... so yea, here's two songs from the CD that you should really give a listen to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the metric cover of "don't think twice, it's alright"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/ourfacessplitthecoastinhalf/17%20Don%27t%20Think%20Twice%2C%20It%27s%20Alright.m4a"&gt;Donload it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a really great song dedicated to Lebo Kgasapane, a musician from an African ghetto. it's by Chantal Kreviazuk, Raine Maida, Archie Khambul and Lebo herself! the song was originally recoreded for AIDS awareness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/ourfacessplitthecoastinhalf/18%20Lebo%27s%20River%2C%20The%20Tribute.m4a"&gt;Download it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33001518-115759652615704335?l=ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/feeds/115759652615704335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33001518&amp;postID=115759652615704335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115759652615704335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33001518/posts/default/115759652615704335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ufosightingnearhighland.blogspot.com/2006/09/help-day-in-life.html' title='Help! A Day in the Life'/><author><name>mpert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00778032080953501093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='16' src='http://myspace-691.vo.llnwd.net/00717/19/68/717468691_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33001518.post-115759422351496415</id><published>2006-09-06T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:28:53.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who are interested in the Youtube fad</title><content type='html'>Obviously, I'm the hugest youtube fan. However, it's really hard for me to explain to people why I'm so flippin obssed. Most people visit youtube and watch the random ass videos that really aren't any part of the whole youtube community. Chances are, everyonce in a while you'll come across a confusing video that's not even irrelevant at all.. maybe some teenage girl blogging, a rancom autistic girl videotaping random parts of her day, some guy claiming to have a career in prank calling or some white girl posing as latina. All these kinds of videos intertwine and make up the youtube community, which is right under your nose whenver you're watching a cat masturbate that somebody linked you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ima post videos everyonce in a while of the kind of stuff on that site that really blows my mind. here's something that might kind of give you an idea of how huge this thing really is to some people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridin dirtay,&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GFmnxDB1QTw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GFmnxDB1QTw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the first is really boring, and may come off as pretty weird. Essencially, what he is say is that he arranged an interview with the "youtube celebrity" 'filthywhore'. She was once the most subscribed user on youtube, but is now around 10th or so, just behind 'renetto', the guy doing the interview. 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