<?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-1227793888990129507</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:39:19.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pest</title><subtitle type='html'>Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickhriniak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1227793888990129507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickhriniak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Pest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132002524810546183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3427/149877183714615/240/z/778632/gse_multipart34680.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227793888990129507.post-1929248291374519689</id><published>2007-07-22T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T10:09:29.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last night</title><content type='html'>so im sitting here bored as fuck so i thought i'd write a blog, i had soooo much fun last night, got absolutely shit faced,i usualy dont like getting like that but i feel safe around the people i did do it around so its all good, but i learn so much everyday talking to the people i stay with and all of their friends and just learning from their past experiences, but i got some new  advice about the marines and im defenitly gonna use all the knowledge i've learned to my advantage, but i feel realy blessed to have met alot of the people i have, i know god is realy looking out for me in so many ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1227793888990129507-1929248291374519689?l=nickhriniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickhriniak.blogspot.com/feeds/1929248291374519689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1227793888990129507&amp;postID=1929248291374519689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1227793888990129507/posts/default/1929248291374519689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1227793888990129507/posts/default/1929248291374519689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickhriniak.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-night.html' title='last night'/><author><name>The Pest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132002524810546183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3427/149877183714615/240/z/778632/gse_multipart34680.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227793888990129507.post-1746370516674988939</id><published>2007-07-17T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:28:25.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mya</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;well i got in touch with a realy good friend from highschool, ofcourse a girl, which means some sort of drama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we started talkin and the more and more i talk to her the more i become attached because we always have and still do have soo much in common when it comes to life, i just dont know what to do because i know im leaving for the Marines in a week or so and i would like to start my life over but there is something about her that i've always liked, i know i have trust issues when it comes to girls because of past experiences but i know that i could trust her to the fullest extent. i just dont want to pass her up now when i actualy have a chance to have something with her and regret it down the road in life, and i've always been one that if i see a opportunity i grab it by the horns, and i think thats what i should do here. but there is one problem. she already has a boyfriend and i know she likes him alot, but i know she likes me alot too. i feel like a homewrecker if i break them up but i just can't let it go and wonder "what if". is that selfish of me?. is it wrong of me?. i just dont know..but i do know that she does mean alot to me and i know i could make her happy everyday, well a friend once told me when i write stuff on this blog page to make it deep, well this is as deep as it gets to me. i just feel torn apart in alot of different directions, but i dont know what else to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1227793888990129507-1746370516674988939?l=nickhriniak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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