<?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-6337925</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:11:51.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortress of Solitude</title><subtitle type='html'>This is where I come to collect my thoughts because I've probably lost them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6337925.post-110411825381601516</id><published>2004-12-26T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T19:30:53.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well blog we meet again. Now i'm in my head. I mean I spend time with some of my friends and that's awesome. All we do is watch movies. I really want to do something. I guess this bitchin' will stop when I'm 21. I'll be able to go to a club and dance. Maybe I'll be able to do alot of things. It's not the drinking. It's the socializing.there's almost no way to meet people when you're not 21. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/110411825381601516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/110411825381601516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110411825381601516' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-109254675458265572</id><published>2004-08-14T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T22:12:34.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It looks like the last blog i wrote was depressing and so is this one. I think I only write these little insights into my mind for two reasons. The first is because I'm thriving to talk to something or someone because i've been in my house for about a week straight. Once I'm locked up for a while I start to get into my head. I can only look around fro so long. Then I'm alone. I really think that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/109254675458265572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/109254675458265572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109254675458265572' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-108656740910470965</id><published>2004-06-06T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T17:16:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a weird day. I woke up and my dad told me we were going to see my cousin danny. he was in the hospital. I have mixed feelings about the hospital. I hate it because there's that lingering feeling of sickness and death. On the other hand I love the hospital because it's full of people who do everyday what i wish I could do. They save lives. They also bring new life. So yeah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108656740910470965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108656740910470965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108656740910470965' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-108633570683434720</id><published>2004-06-04T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T00:55:06.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear bloggers,This blog is specifically guided towards the seething hatred  I have currently for Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. It was such a horrible and poorly done movie. First of, this third installment of Harry Potter is an excellent book. Director Alfonso Chuaron seemed to have not even READ THE FUCKING BOOK!!! It was a cheap cliffnoteesque shit. The following things were very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108633570683434720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108633570683434720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108633570683434720' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-108615537490894936</id><published>2004-06-01T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T22:49:34.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What up bloggers i'm back after a long about two week absense. I've been keeping myself entertained. I've seen SO many movies and owned a fair amount of Video Games. what have I done lately? hm. I saw Lord of the Rings the Return of the King. personally i lump all 3 movies into one film. and in my opinion the Lord of the Rings is the best film/story ever. It's got everything. Every character has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108615537490894936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108615537490894936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108615537490894936' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-108475255392806567</id><published>2004-05-16T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T17:09:13.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm home. It's nice. My dad made a wonderful meal today. Moving back in was a huge chore. I had to move all my things back in one large trip. You don't really realize how much shit you actually accumulate until you have to bring it back. Now that I'm back There are a couple of things i'm gonna have to do. Today something happened that was too cool. I was driving down past the local bike </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108475255392806567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108475255392806567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108475255392806567' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-108329016701660997</id><published>2004-04-29T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T19:00:24.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man am I tired. Today was a tiring day for me. We told stories today in creative process and my story was really physical. It was Wiley and The Hairy Man. Which is a great story. I didn't get to tell it all the way though. that was alright by me. I knew my story was gonna take forever. Then for some reason I got really tired. I had to kick it up though. I wanted to be on top of things for when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108329016701660997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108329016701660997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108329016701660997' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-108304539581110876</id><published>2004-04-26T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T23:00:49.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear blog,I bought the BEST porn today. before I get ahead of myself lets go through the whole "I think I need to by porn" story. So i'm sitting in my room doing the homework thing. The Tv is happening in the background. On the Tv is the 100 hottest Hotties on VH1. They get to number 62. Jenna Jameson, the undisputed queen of the adult film industry. Her video montage kind of gives me a half </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108304539581110876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108304539581110876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108304539581110876' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-108292490516724283</id><published>2004-04-25T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T13:32:37.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man I am really bad at updating this blog. I really will have to keep it up i'll try i swear. Anyway, nothing really is going on. I'm just chilling at my house. It's my Aunt Zory's birthday. I came home and applied for some jobs. I stayed to havfe a great meal. man it was good. Anyway, there are four places in the area in which I'd really like to work. The first is this Hollywood video down the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108292490516724283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108292490516724283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108292490516724283' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-108114209005714167</id><published>2004-04-04T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:18:33.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things change and sometimes I can't take it. I wish my life was Tivo and I could just pause parts. Mr. Wall is leaving. actually he's being fired. I just had to write the most physically upseting letter I think i've ever had to write. This is a man who changed my entire life. What can I say that truly gets across to someone that this man is responsible for what I am? How do I make someone see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108114209005714167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/108114209005714167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108114209005714167' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107976012721392980</id><published>2004-03-19T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:25:28.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I a bad person if I can't help anymore. I want to so much. I just don't think I know what I'm talking about. All those things I can do, All those powers and I can't save them. I'm starting to feel it. I wish I could save them all. I don't know what to do. sometimes i'm in over my head. sometimes I'm alone. Blase is good people. always count on you b-money. we're the only two people who could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107976012721392980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107976012721392980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107976012721392980' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107967585089569539</id><published>2004-03-18T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T22:00:51.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey blog it's been a while since i've posted. It's spring break! it's not completely uneventful. Ive been hanging out with blase a whole lot more. That's been alot of fun. also, I've been doing alot of writing. It seems like a can't sleep or feel good about anything until I've written something.it's been interesting tp say the very least. I've seen alot of movies they include.Matchstick Men</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107967585089569539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107967585089569539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967585089569539' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107881685938520339</id><published>2004-03-08T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T23:24:06.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've kinda felt alienated lately. I dunno. I think it's my own doing. for the most part i'm not really that hot a shit. I act like i'm hot shit. it's kind of a lie. Some times i act like an ass. I don't even know that im being an ass. I guess i kinda have asslike tendencies. I feel like a magnet pushing away other magnets. maybe it's just recently. i'll try to fix it. i'm going home for break </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107881685938520339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107881685938520339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881685938520339' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107859333516785903</id><published>2004-03-06T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T09:18:38.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey blog this has been a long week. Mostly because i've been getting very little sleep. I hate it. Yesterday was a little better. Sammi said she was short ushers for lookingglass. I went and saw a free show. it was great. It was a really well done show. the space at lookingglass is so versitile. it's in porcenium now. it just keeps changing. I also saw and met Joey Slotnik. he was very good. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107859333516785903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107859333516785903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107859333516785903' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107837391953171140</id><published>2004-03-03T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:21:39.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey blogToday was maybe the worst day ever. not really it was just really trying. Today we had a test in beginning playwrighting. This test was to be the one test to rule them all. I stayed up all night studying. I didn't get any sleep and I was so tired at the begginning of the day and couldn't focus in english class. The only reason I went was to turn in my paper. which my teacher really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107837391953171140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107837391953171140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107837391953171140' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107820667326318233</id><published>2004-03-01T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T21:54:10.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is for someone.My friend Larissa has someone she cares about. That person was just in a car accident. I am not the kind of person who prays. However, I want everyone who reads this to send out a prayer for her friend and for larissa. that's it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107820667326318233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107820667326318233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107820667326318233' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107809936465510168</id><published>2004-02-29T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T16:05:40.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well today was the final voyage of the S.S. Esperanza. What a journey it was. I really liked being a part of that show. It was a great role and great fun too. I was so ready to shave though. I was really scruffy it was getting annoying. I spent last night with my parents and Ashleys mom and older brother.that was fun. I'm really surprised at how our relationship has remained so good. I'm glad. We</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107809936465510168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107809936465510168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107809936465510168' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107782249049420934</id><published>2004-02-26T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T11:11:01.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey blogYesterday was a very awesome day! Let's just go over the fun stuff. The show opened yesterday. It was awesome. I think it was probably the best i've done so far. It got a really good response too. Then we went to see the passion of christ first off while we were waiting in line, my buddy Nicholas Cage walked by. That's right Mr. Raising Arizona himself. and I was all like Hey nick. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107782249049420934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107782249049420934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107782249049420934' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107759794975567112</id><published>2004-02-23T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T20:48:36.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's this band here that gave me their CD for free. boy howdie do they suck. Their instruments are all out of tune and so is there bogus ass singing. It's a shame. but, i guess i get what i paid for. and since i didn't pay shit, i got shit. recent update. I'm in Tech for the show. It's going really good. I love my part now. I was alittle on the iffy side about my performance. Now i think i've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107759794975567112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107759794975567112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759794975567112' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107699648867364854</id><published>2004-02-16T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T21:44:06.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a weird day. I went to bed WAY too late last night. I was drag assing this morning. I had a huge cup of coffee to try and keep me awake.didn't work. I kinda dosed off a bit in english class. it was real smooth though. under my sweatshirt. and nothing really happened. it was a slow class. Then I went to Playwrighting. Man oh man, i have never been so afraid in a class before. I didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107699648867364854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107699648867364854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107699648867364854' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107657482105431301</id><published>2004-02-12T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T00:38:21.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey blog,seems like when i tackle a problem a bigger one comes and fucks me over. call me old fashion but I think of being together as "being together" it seems like i've been mentally bulldozed. I can't see past her. I can only see her. I have this picture. it's right over my computer. I see it all the time. Today i got this e-mail. What was said in the e-mail wasn't said by the person in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107657482105431301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107657482105431301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107657482105431301' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107627671520285402</id><published>2004-02-08T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T13:47:41.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey,This weekend was awesome. I really wasn't expecting to do so much. First off, lets say the coolest thing. I was sitting in Matt and Zachs Room playing Aladdin for Sega Genesis when i see a very familiar looking figure in the window. I turn around to see that it's ashley stewart my girlfriend. I was awe struck. Apparently she had been planning this for about a week. everybody knew about it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107627671520285402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107627671520285402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107627671520285402' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107585782422905862</id><published>2004-02-03T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T17:26:03.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey blog,Today was a lazy day. I didn't really do anything. I had class with joel this morning. That's a nice class i feel so refreshed. I always have an extra limber feeling afterwards. Then I e-mailed one of the professors here at school about the specific medical description behind my story line. hopefully, she'll be able to help me out. I also got measured for my costume. ah...OO. My friend</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107585782422905862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107585782422905862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585782422905862' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107570588067877616</id><published>2004-02-01T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T23:13:37.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well blog,this weekend was pretty nice weekend. Friday i think all i did was chill in the dorms. have alittle bit of a sit and TV watch. The real money happened on saturday. I went out with a bunch of people we're talking like mass quantities of friends to this swankass restaurant called Carmines. Very nice Jazz Club. The women did spend alot of time playing Evita but i can forgive her because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107570588067877616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107570588067877616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570588067877616' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107550910261805579</id><published>2004-01-30T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T16:33:56.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey blog it's diego...are you there? anyway today was an eventful day. I spent the brunt of my morning energy trying to get out of bed. the weird part is, i had to get up at 830ish and i used to have to be up by 630 to get to high school on time. and now i'm bitching about 830. well once i gathered all the will i needed to get up i dressed as shabby as i could and ambled over to stage </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107550910261805579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107550910261805579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107550910261805579' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107534905237033095</id><published>2004-01-28T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T20:06:23.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey blog,today was a nice day. I had a really nice day in english. We had a really nice discussion about the flaws and the vagueness in the English language. (not just my spelling) it was real nice. everyone in the class seemed like they really wanted to talk about it. we all participated. I really would like to find out where that teacher is from. her accent is interesting to me. Then I went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107534905237033095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107534905237033095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107534905237033095' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107526451744726182</id><published>2004-01-27T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T20:37:27.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello blog. I had the weirdest thing happen to me today. I was in the Creative Process class and we were engaging in a sort of body awareness thing. I was under the impression that it was one of those "helping the actor get in touch with their body" type warm ups and it was. the weird part is, it started to affect me. I was getting real light headed. I felt cold and warm at the same time. I had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107526451744726182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107526451744726182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107526451744726182' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107517898913896396</id><published>2004-01-26T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T20:51:57.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey blog today was the first day of class. The day was started off with me getting up at 930 and going to have some nice hash browns with cheese. i haven't had that in forever. it was good. My first class was an english class with a teacher who looks very much like keri russell. she was young looking. It doesn't seem like i'm going to be doing alot of hard work in that class. Megan Kreft a sexy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107517898913896396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107517898913896396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107517898913896396' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107507141284965667</id><published>2004-01-25T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T14:58:59.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey blog, long time no blog. I've had a really nice weekend. Ashley came in on friday. that was nice. She came and saw me in my sexy ass outfit and was flabbergasted. It was a true unleashing of the mack. after the initial shock and the settling down of how hot we were. we (along with larissa and liz who were also looking rather foxy) went down the street to the shubert theater. We watched Def </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107507141284965667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107507141284965667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107507141284965667' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107475650213536253</id><published>2004-01-21T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T23:30:23.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey,Alright, This blog is going to consist of alot of sentimental romantic crap. if you're not ready to read this or deal with it just don't read. I need to get these feelings out somewhere. here goes. I miss Ashley. For those of you bloggediers who don't know who ashley is. i will explain. her description will begin as it should. "she's this girl" I'm currently dating. I'm crazy about her. The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107475650213536253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107475650213536253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107475650213536253' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107474510493047060</id><published>2004-01-21T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T20:20:26.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My posts have been kinda boring so i've decided to publish on of my stories. My stories don't represent who i am or what i'm about. it's just me writting a story now enjoy.The BallerinaBy: Diego 	Unrequited love makes you notice. She doesn’t notice you, but you can’t get her out of your mind. She knows you. She trusts you. She shares all her secrets and you yours. Yet, there is one secret </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107474510493047060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107474510493047060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474510493047060' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107474485612031385</id><published>2004-01-21T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T20:16:17.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, another day of rehearsal. I don't know what's going on. I think time is just a wasting. when Belinda has a final script it'll be nice. It's alittle iffy because we're all looking at the same script developing. we're all gonna be wanting the same roles. Hope it doesn't get fierce. That would be childish. The script is really only improving which is nice...I really miss Ashley. She's gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107474485612031385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107474485612031385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474485612031385' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107467011235079443</id><published>2004-01-20T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T23:30:32.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was the first day of rehearsal. I was mega excited. I woke up at a decent time. And when i got there i was so happy to see all the acting majors in one room. everyone gave me hugs which is something i love. i'm a hugs kinda guy. maybe it's because i'm so comfortable looking. anywho, i remember all of them. sammi gave me a nice behind the head italian hug. that was nice and surprising. I sat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107467011235079443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107467011235079443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107467011235079443' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-10745867670710349</id><published>2004-01-19T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T00:21:26.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello,Today was a nice day. I went to sleep last night at like 2 am after talking alot of the evening with Liz and Larissa. And for some reason only known by god i woke up at 9:30 that was really weird i thought. so i went back to sleep hoping that i would fall back asleep and wake up at a respectable time. So, I went back to sleep woke up again it was 9:45. Seeing my sleeping efforts were over</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/10745867670710349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/10745867670710349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10745867670710349' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107448498543225366</id><published>2004-01-18T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T20:05:03.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALRIGHT!!!I'm Back. I moved into the dorms again today. I got here with my mother and father early this morningish I spent alittle time in my room with my dad. He helped me unpack and whatnot. Then he left. I came back up to my sat around and was listening to music. I happened to hear alittle russling by the water fountain outside my room. I wandered over to the door to see preytell who it may </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107448498543225366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107448498543225366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107448498543225366' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107439608319687025</id><published>2004-01-17T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T19:23:19.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, i'm screwed on going back to school on saturday. I have to wait to go back till sunday because of my brothers game. It's alright though. I don't mind waiting another day. I am currently watching Liar Liar on ABC. It's actually really good still. It started out real good. sometimes however when ABC, NBC, or USA get a hold of a badass movie they always mess it up with horrible dubbing. Maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107439608319687025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107439608319687025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107439608319687025' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107429899953040651</id><published>2004-01-16T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T16:25:14.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well,I'm all packed up and ready to go. Only a few short hours before i'm restored to my college life. Who knows what kind of crazy hijinx i'll be restored to upon my return. And i have just been notified that my roommate josh is no longer attending school with me. now Who KNOWS who my roommate will be. I also wonder if he's gonna be able to maintain our friendship. who knows what's gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107429899953040651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107429899953040651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107429899953040651' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107423804650199190</id><published>2004-01-15T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T23:29:20.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it's 1 am and in figured it'd be interesting to post a fatigue supported post. There's really nothing like cartoons. Honestly, i don't think there is. when i was younger I watch cartoons and I very much get asked "why do you watch that still?" I was told that they're for kids. I disagree there are certain shows that are for kids but most cartoons are for all ages. When I was a kid I used to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107423804650199190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107423804650199190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107423804650199190' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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-6337925.post-107423006142508458</id><published>2004-01-15T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T21:16:15.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, apparently it's blogger time. first entry. My name is Diego Colon. I am a Theatre major at the Chicago College of the Performing Arts (CCPA). lets see... things I like are, Music any kind as long as it's good. Dancing, cartoons, comic books, plays, and Movies. I plan to guide you through my life as it happens. i'll hopefully will remember to update it. I'll be tommorrow then...same blog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107423006142508458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6337925/posts/default/107423006142508458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegoc.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107423006142508458' title=''/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14563106025944266093</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>
