<?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-3488200</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:31:20.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My world</title><subtitle type='html'>All the Ian you can handle</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3488200.post-92903948</id><published>2003-04-19T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T07:25:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;br /&gt;Not much new in my world. I made the Guardian again wow... our Province needs more exciting lives. I've been single for a long time, and I'm enjoying it suprisingly. I feel stronger then ever, spiritually, mentally, and physically. I can't wait for summer. We're renovating the cottage. It's all I can think about, summer that is. Beach, haki sac, frisbee, girls, sand, water. I love to drive fast on a warm day with the windows rolled down. I'm getting the urge to get another tattoo. It took me 3 years to figure out what I wanted for the first. My thoughts sure do bounce around. Look how many topics I just touch on in this post instead of elaborating on one or two. These recent weeks have been very nostalgic, and I don't know why.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-92903948?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/92903948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/92903948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92903948' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-90225542</id><published>2003-03-05T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T23:30:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I exist&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know its been ages. I don't really have a reason other then lack of interest I suppose. I did an essay awhile back for philosophy on my theory of violence. I just thought I'd publish it for all of you (nobody) to enjoy. Hey maybe somebody will copy it somewhere out there and get a good mark. Lets hope so =). To learn more about the amazing Mr. Garver go &lt;a href="http://www.acsu.buffalo.edu/~garver/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I selected to agree with Mr. Garver for this essay, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Newton Garver  that violence is a violation which can come in many forms, and that it is better to resolve conflict through passive means whenever possible. In my essay I will look at what is considered violence, and in what different forms  violence can exist. I will also look at what factors contribute to acts of violence, and argue how different views of pacifism are realistic.&lt;br /&gt;	It would be easy to sum up violence as a physical act against another being, but its not that simple. Violence is often associated with physical force, but violence and force are not the same thing. As an example, if someone is choking and you administer the heimlich manoeuver, you are using your force against another person. This is quite the opposite of violence as you are using your force to try and save this person from harm. So it can be said that we cannot limit violence to physical actions.&lt;br /&gt;	Violence is better understood to be actions in which a person is violated. There is a wide spectrum in which a person can be violated, so to understand what is considered a violation we must understand what basic principals you are entitled to as a person. The right to one's body is an obvious principle. That is to say, a person is entitled to decide what their body does and what is done to it. The french philosopher, Descartes said a being is made up the body and the mind and without both of these a person ceases to exist.  That brings us to our second principal- the right to autonomy, that is to say you have the right to make your own decisions, and be in control of your actions.  When a human has lost the right to his autonomy, whether it be by drugs or a disease of the mind they in some incidents can be found not responsible for their actions. Take for example sleepwalking, this is a state of automatism, an act which is done without conscious control by the mind. In the case of R. vs Parks. The accused  was charged with first degree murder. At the trial he advanced a defense of non-insane automatism. The evidence was that the accused was sleepwalking and that sleepwalking is not a neurological, psychiatric or other illness. The trial judge put the defense of automatism to the jury, which acquitted the accused of both murder and attempted murder. The accused was not held responsible for an action which he did not consciously make.&lt;br /&gt;   If we considered ones property to be an extension of ones person, then this adds a new form of possible violence. The destruction, theft, or tampering with a persons property is a considerable act of violence.  The right to control of ones body, mind, actions and possessions are the most fundamental features we have as humans. Any action that violates one of these fundamental freedoms is considered violence.&lt;br /&gt;	Now that we have an  understanding of what violence is we will discuss  four different forms of violence .  Violence for the most part is classified in four different forms, they are whether the violence is personal or institutionalized, and if the violence is overt or covert.&lt;br /&gt;	Overt personal violence is easy to define. It requires an act of force against someone. Most cases we hear on the news such as assault, murder, and rape are all illegal forms of overt violence. But there exist legal forms of overt person violence such as capital punishment. In this case society deems that an act of violence is required to administer justice. People such as prison guards, police officers, and some parents use socially acceptable forms of violence like spanking and handcuffing. These people have social and legal rights in which their use of violence is justified by law, this has overtones of institutionalized overt violence. Another example of institutionalized overt violence is during war is when a group of people are being attacked not as persons but for  belonging to a certain group like the Nazi's did to the Jews  in World War Two. &lt;br /&gt;	Quiet or covert violence begins with the idea that someone is harmed through psychological attacks.  This violence cab be either institutional or personal. For example, if when you were young you had a teacher who constantly belittled your math skills you might grow up feeling inadequate in the area of math. In the South, only whites could sit at the front of a bus.  This psychologically, made the black people associate being black with being inferior. Dating back to earlier times when slavery was legal the black people were so controlled they did little to try and prevent this slavery and sort of excepted this way of life.  This was a form of covert psychological violence. Overt violence was used in terms of shackles, whips and hangings. In many ways this overt violence was also institutional as the law either allowed it or looked the other way in order to maintain control of the slaves.&lt;br /&gt;	I will now turn to the second half of my essay in which we examine what is pacifism and how realistic is it. Pacifism is a way of life in which a person seeks conflict resolution by first trying to understand the threat or challenge then seeks a solution which is nonviolent and agreeable to both parties. Pugnacity is the opposite where a person will use any means to defend what they believe is inherent interest without concern for the challenger. People who are pugnacious are simple, goal orientated, and see things black and white. Pacifists see the world in a more understanding manner and preach tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;	People who object to pacifism would say that nothing would be accomplished, because there can be no single shared view. Some say the pacifist's view of the world is unrealistic. Their belief is that violence would have to not exist but that violence is an inevitable part of human nature. But what if the worlds was completely pugnacious? What if the old "eye for an eye" belief was our effective form of justice?  As Ghandi puts its "An eye for an eye leaves the world blind".&lt;br /&gt;    I consider myself a realistic pacifist like Newton Garver.  That is I would seek a non-violent solution whenever possible, but should the need arise I would save my own existence through the least violent solution. &lt;br /&gt;	I hope I have helped to broaden your view on possible forms of violence, and given you a better understanding of it. I hope some day we can have peace on earth and as John Lennon put it "Imagine there's no heaven...Imagine all the people living for today...Nothing to kill or to die for...Imagine all the people living life in peace" a true pacifist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-90225542?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/90225542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/90225542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90225542' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-86440644</id><published>2002-12-23T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T09:09:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freebird&lt;br /&gt;Long time no post. I got bogged down by the Norwok virus and it wasn't pretty. Having only 3 computers to share amongest 300 patients makes computer time a hard fought battle. I went shopping two days ago, got some shirts from American Eagle Outfitters. Program is going well, getting alot of positive feedback from my councellors. Got a haircut, nothing snazzy but its a little bit more managable. My pool game is improving quite a bit, seeing as thats the main choice of leisure activity. Looking forward to seeing mom and my cousins over the Christmas break =). &lt;br /&gt;Incase I don't have access to a computer before the 25th, I want to wish everyone a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-86440644?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/86440644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/86440644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86440644' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-85861067</id><published>2002-12-11T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T14:51:19.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made it !&lt;br /&gt;So far everything seems pretty decent. Hardest part is trying to find where your going. This place is hugh, and get this. We have bowling therapy. Yah thats right, somehow bowling is gonna help my recovery?! I haven't found the pool hall yet but theres plenty of time for that. Hardest rule I think for me is gonna be the no fooling around with other patients part. Already the girls from the eating disorder, and sexual devient wards have spotted me. I mean 45 days is a long dry spell =P. I don't have msn which is a bummer so you blokes are gonna have to email me so I can get all your address' back. I gotta run now to some meeting or sorts for us rookies. Hope its not some cruel initation like dangeling drugs infront of me on a fishing line. More zany adventures of Ian at Homewood to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-85861067?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/85861067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/85861067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85861067' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-85687009</id><published>2002-12-08T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T10:46:53.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Halifax on Monday to get some legal non-sense sorted out. I'll be staying the night in Halifax, and hoping on the first plane in the morning to Toronto. Tuesday will be spent at my cousins home maybe get some shopping done. At 10am sharp Wednesday I will be walking through the doors and into Homewood. My stay will be atleast 45 days possibly more. My family and I have been fighting to get this for over a year now. It all seems surreal that I'm actually going. I will have internet access so keeping in touch won't be that difficult. Not sure if I'll be home for Christmas or not, but I'm ok with that. Homewood is definetly worth the sacrifice. More updates to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-85687009?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/85687009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/85687009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85687009' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-85576510</id><published>2002-12-05T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T20:53:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL&lt;br /&gt;I can relate to this poor &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/mil.millington/things.html"&gt;guy &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;so well...&lt;br /&gt;I feel your pain buddy =P&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-85576510?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/85576510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/85576510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85576510' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-85443674</id><published>2002-12-03T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T13:04:13.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poem&lt;br /&gt;Found a Penny, picked it up. All this week my brains been fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-85443674?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/85443674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/85443674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85443674' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-85415130</id><published>2002-12-02T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T20:28:05.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found my cell phone!&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing where I put things down, yeesh. NA was motivational today. Everytime I go, I feel 100% better than I did before I went. It's like that all powerful drug I've always been searching for. It cost nothing, has no negative side effects, your always welcome, and it actually makes your life better. If anyone would like to attend a meeting, the best group in town is Mon - Wed - Fri at 8:00pm at the Kirk of St. James (Mrs' Changs kindergarten, for those of you who know what I'm talking about). If you want a ride or directions call me anytime. I don't care who you are, or what our history is. If you want help I'm there for you. Don't let drugs or alcohol control anymore of your life, or time then they already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-85415130?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/85415130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/85415130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85415130' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-85309347</id><published>2002-11-30T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T15:50:56.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No Rain&lt;br /&gt;I had an amazing time last night. Thanks to one very special person. Karma seems to be treating me right these days, leading me in the right direction. Life just keeps on rolling, ups and downs. Sorry about that late night random call, its my cell. I must start keylocking it to prevent this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-85309347?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/85309347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/85309347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85309347' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-85130569</id><published>2002-11-26T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T14:42:59.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Ok heres the scoop. I work with Tim at his family buisness (also working for Rush's Transfer) as of today, got back into a good NA group, Will is out and about, and I got some long waited good news. So yah things are once again on the up and up. Starting to see some light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-85130569?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/85130569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/85130569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85130569' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-84884423</id><published>2002-11-21T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T11:56:44.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need my sidekick&lt;br /&gt;I miss my little buddy =(. But hes doing the right thing and it had to happen sometime. The sooner the better I guess. If you wanna visit Will, gotta go between 1pm-7pm Saturday or Sunday. Call me if yah want a ride up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-84884423?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/84884423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/84884423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84884423' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-84335781</id><published>2002-11-10T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T16:30:14.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally&lt;br /&gt;Yes thats right I got my first touchdown . It took me 5 years and more than 50 games but I did it =). It was a 7 yard pass into the endzone. After I saw the ref's arms going up to signal a touchdown, I took the ball and spun it on its end and danced around it in front of the the entire crowd. I was given a 15 yard end zone celebration penalty, but hey I always said to myself I'd do that if I got a touchdown. I made sure to tell the ref that it wouldn't happen again... We went on to win the game 69-0, my touchdown being the third for our team pretty much sealed the game for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more important side note: We should all observe a moment of silence tomorrow for our veterens. We got them to thank for our freedom and mtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-84335781?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/84335781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/84335781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84335781' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-83751431</id><published>2002-10-29T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T19:44:27.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy anniversary&lt;br /&gt;It's been a full year now and still it seems like yesterday. It still effects every aspect of my life. So many unresolved issues too. I pray for closure. I've grown quiet a bit over this time and learned alot about myself. Many positive things have come from this and I will continue to progress in life. Yet I can not go a single day in which I don't think about my past. I wonder alot if your somewhere out there, reading this. If so I wonder if you think about me as much as I still think about you. Pictures and memories are great, but somedays I wish I had the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-83751431?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/83751431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/83751431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83751431' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-83562723</id><published>2002-10-26T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T11:54:42.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a nice night for a white wedding&lt;br /&gt;Billy Idol kicks ass. Also Sabatoge by Beastie Boys kicks ass as well.&lt;br /&gt;All for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-83562723?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/83562723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/83562723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83562723' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-83520706</id><published>2002-10-25T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T12:44:02.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TGIF&lt;br /&gt;I went to football at 4:00 and for the second week in a row there was noone there. I forgot about the parent teacher interviews, which means we proablly had practise today at 1:30 for the second week in a row. I hate being so freakin disorganized. So I just worked out instead on the weights at home. Pretty slow going so far, maybe another early night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-83520706?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/83520706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/83520706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83520706' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-83278252</id><published>2002-10-20T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T20:15:37.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;br /&gt;So yah that plan to stop updating is sure working. I actually have some new stuff to talk about hurah! First we beat Rural 7-0 in football. Can thank our defense for this win. It was really muddy and cold. &lt;br /&gt;"What are you some kind of ice skateing, tutu wearing fairy?" - Anon&lt;br /&gt;Also I got to play drums with the Jeff Morris band. It was really awesome, we played Jumpin' Jack Flash. When the song kicked in everyone got up and started to dance. I was happy with my performance and was given a round of applause. I miss the lack of music in my life. Rocking it out on the drums is one of the best feelings ever I must say. Drums and football could it get any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-83278252?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/83278252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/83278252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83278252' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-83229605</id><published>2002-10-19T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T16:42:37.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;br /&gt;I don't post very much. I wonder if my lack of posts is a good thing or a bad thing. Or is it completely irrelevent to my state of mind. Everyday life throws me a new curveball to deal with. So much stuff I could talk about has gone down since my last post, but I see no point in spilling my guts here. I think I'm gonna stop updating this. I need what ever privacy I have left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-83229605?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/83229605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/83229605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83229605' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-82891085</id><published>2002-10-12T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-12T11:17:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Midnight suprises&lt;br /&gt;So much taking place in such little time. It was good to see you. I had a really good time last night, crazy huh? With more information comes more action and reaction. Decsions need to be made, bias is formed. With this newfound information the future is uncertain. Good or bad, I'll weather the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-82891085?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/82891085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/82891085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82891085' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-82611611</id><published>2002-10-06T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T17:00:52.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh&lt;br /&gt;Very frustrating game. It ended in a 3-3 tie. Yah I know football isn't suppose to have ties, but the refs didnt feel like playing overtime. I played half decent, few stupid penalties. I was playing tight end, which I wasn't expecting. I caught a pass and went 20 yards for a first down. Other than that the game wasn't very good. Poor field conditions and questionable calls bogged us down. My great Aunt died wednesday. It was hard on mom and grampy, but they got plenty of support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-82611611?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/82611611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/82611611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82611611' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-82562111</id><published>2002-10-05T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T10:30:34.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>News&lt;br /&gt;Last night was awesome. We owned that place, the hicks were in shock. Bob Best &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; the life of the party!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone please come to my football game. It's at 2:00pm at the UPEI rugby field. I will love you forever promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-82562111?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/82562111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/82562111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82562111' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-82286656</id><published>2002-09-29T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-29T16:14:05.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congrats&lt;br /&gt;To Moira and Ian. I hope together you two find everything that love has to offer. Being in love is such a wonderful thing, and in my opinon the point of life. I hope in marriage, each of you find that absolute love of life in one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note we lost in football today to Souris. I played an excellent game but that isn't worth damn cause we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-82286656?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/82286656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/82286656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82286656' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-82200492</id><published>2002-09-27T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T10:26:52.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend&lt;br /&gt;Another tame weekend for Ian. Not staying out late tonight seeing as I have to work tomorrow at 9 =/ &lt;br /&gt;Our team is gonna be ready for Souris on Sunday. We will break their back's, like so with our knee. If the weather allows it we should get outside after supper for some frisbee or hack. I wish I had more pressing issues to write about but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-82200492?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/82200492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/82200492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82200492' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-81964671</id><published>2002-09-22T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T10:13:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Victory&lt;br /&gt;Today we routed Montague 48-0. In case you don't follow football, thats a pretty one sided game. I made plenty of tackels and big hits. I was happy with my play and the rest of our team. Some rookies impressed me today. It feels really good to be back on the gridiron. All for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-81964671?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/81964671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/81964671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81964671' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-81918853</id><published>2002-09-21T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T10:39:22.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;Fucking asshole. I really didnt need that hassle, but I will overcome. I have a football game on Sunday in Montague were gonna win. Instead of writing some long sappy depression pile, I think I'll end the post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-81918853?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/81918853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/81918853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81918853' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-81601373</id><published>2002-09-14T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T11:21:44.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm&lt;br /&gt;I'm realizing that my number of posts is dropping. Maybe its cause I've had to work nine of the last 10 days? &lt;br /&gt;So I've been working alot, and football everyday after work. Tonight theres a rave, I will be there. Until 12:00pm I have no plans. I'd like to get outside this afternoon and play some soccor or frisbee. &lt;br /&gt;Not too much else new really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-81601373?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/81601373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/81601373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81601373' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-81335014</id><published>2002-09-08T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T18:30:18.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was another good one. Socializing and sports being the entertainment. I start football tomorrow after 7 hours of work, starting at 9am. I'm gonna be dead tired, and I still can't wait to get back on the field. After football I'm going home to shower up and possiblly if anyones interested, playing some frisbee at Victoria park. The anniversary of Sept 11 is coming up. Considering the same week has Friday the 13, I'm a little freaked. &lt;br /&gt;All quiet on the western front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-81335014?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/81335014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/81335014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81335014' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-81168802</id><published>2002-09-04T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T19:16:23.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juxtapose&lt;br /&gt;Good getting back to work after a nice long weekend. Beautiful day again, walk anywheres. I hope everyone had a good first day of school. It must be nice to change back into some routine and learning. Get to meet new people, do cool stuff. Make sure you try and enjoy your time there guys! &lt;br /&gt;"Tex" MacDonald approached me in the street by Norman's with a interesting propostion. I might be playing football this fall for the guys. I know I'd be that old guy on the highschool team, but it serves a purpose. Help keep me in shape, I love to play, and maybe even get scouted. Playing University football is something I've always wanted to do since I stepped onto the field. It even works perfectly with my work schedual. Is it karma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-81168802?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/81168802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/81168802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81168802' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-81073573</id><published>2002-09-02T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-02T21:01:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh&lt;br /&gt;I wrote out a very long blog about life and the weekend. I left it unattended to and my parents shut the computer off...&lt;br /&gt;Change was the theme of the post. Topics being the rave, my new job and moving. Its a good story to tell so I'll just tell you in person. It's too tireing to type it all out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-81073573?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/81073573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/81073573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81073573' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-80932350</id><published>2002-08-30T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T13:55:08.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend is gonna rock&lt;br /&gt;Ok last night me and Brent were quiet hard at it. We had our party hats on. Thank you Foch and Greg, you cease to amaze me. So tonight theres a party at Fitzroy and also a street Dance on Victoria Row. I'm thinking a little of both is in order. The final Rave of the summer is this Saturday so everyone better be there!!! Ok time for a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-80932350?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80932350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80932350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80932350' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-80782533</id><published>2002-08-27T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T09:58:15.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;I got another job today at Pilot House, dishwashing 6.00$ plus tip. Which I hear isn't bad at all. Also happy birthday to Alison, enjoy the festivities =P. Everyone should go for a walk outside, not many days like this one left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-80782533?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80782533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80782533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80782533' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-80730726</id><published>2002-08-26T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T08:17:19.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the lack of postage. So the cottage party went well. Nothing like a good game of flaming lawn chicken to end the weekend. Got back from a job interview with D.P. Murphy. Seeing if they want me to work a somewhat important postion for them. Thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-80730726?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80730726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80730726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80730726' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-80554650</id><published>2002-08-21T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T21:46:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy internet flame war&lt;br /&gt;There has been so much negativity in the air I think it had been rubbing off on me. I started work today as a cement layer its cool. My boss has a mullet, its a classic. Anyways that has helped me put a positive spin back on life. I wish for all troubles to boil over and have calm waters again. Hate, depression, resentment, revenge weigh heavy on ones soul. I say all people who can let go their grievences do so. If your one of these people please feel free to talk to me anytime. There are so many people who I dont see enough, or at all. Only thing holding me back is uncertenty. Some change, although unpleasant, is required obviously. But the majority I've seen has been un-needed and petty. So I'm free this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-80554650?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80554650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80554650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80554650' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-80416395</id><published>2002-08-18T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-18T22:13:12.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer Nights&lt;br /&gt;Ok this has been a crazy week. I got to hang out with me cousin Laura who I hadn't seen in four years. It was awesome to say the least. We both just have so much to talk about its been too long, and we know that now. I gotta say I'm really gonna miss not having her around. I'm hoping I can convince her to come back some time in the not so distant future. It shouldn't be that hard cause she really had a good time. Seeing my Great Aunt Jean and Uncle Andy was great, he's such a cat. Zain pulled a Jihad and beat both me and Andrew in close games of pool tonight. But fear not the the Crusade is coming =P&lt;br /&gt;If yah wanna talk about the altercation you know how to get ahold of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-80416395?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80416395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80416395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80416395' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-80307834</id><published>2002-08-15T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T22:43:37.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok&lt;br /&gt;So my cousin Laura and Uncle Andy are coming over today, I'm totally psyched. I must get ahold of some people and make plans. Possibly going down town for some pool or cottage party? Also you should meet my uncle hes quiet the cat. They will be here Friday and Saturday, yay. Ok frisbee kicked ass, even though it wasnt in a parking lot. Instead of saying "Wa?" I gotta start saying "Pardon?". It sounds so much better and people are less likely to say "Nevermind." Yah I'm definetly having a cottage party this weekend. I can't wait to wake up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-80307834?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80307834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80307834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80307834' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-80248879</id><published>2002-08-14T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T15:26:58.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howdy&lt;br /&gt;I went to Myrons and caught up on old times with Andrew Pain it was great to see the guy. We chatted about nuclear submarines and other wondeful things. Then me and Zain went to Peakes Quay and Breakers. Breakers were quiet friendly to me. Two old women kissed me on the cheek while I was there, also we got 2 free hours of pool. So that was fun, I kicked Zain's ass as usual in pool. Not much else, trying to round up people to go to the beach tonight. All your Beach are belong to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-80248879?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80248879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80248879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80248879' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-80123832</id><published>2002-08-11T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-11T21:23:10.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life&lt;br /&gt;I have been offically 19 years of age for 10 mins now. No big personality change. No real social changes. Cigarettes are easier to buy and thats about it. So a party is in order. My cottage tomorrow there shall be a party with all the trimmings. For info get ahold of me and I will keep people posted through out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-80123832?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80123832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80123832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80123832' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-80012324</id><published>2002-08-08T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T21:15:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man&lt;br /&gt;I have got to start playing more frisbee. Parking lot frisbee kicked ass, yah. The EX was good, but I feel out of place their. The flying boat plane almost made me sick. So we went and saw Forrester's juice stand and petted the animals. I got us kicked out cause I was snooping around. All and all a great night.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Zain you and your Bob Marley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-80012324?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80012324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/80012324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80012324' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-79954522</id><published>2002-08-07T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T15:06:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm back online, and kicking. Three days so far, great. I'm going to be spending less time doing foolish uneventful things, and start stuff like working out. Speaking of which if anyone wants to get serious about doing some weights tell me, cause I am so out of shape its disgusting. Talked to Susan today which kicked ass. Yay, this has been a positive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-79954522?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79954522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79954522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79954522' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-79826863</id><published>2002-08-04T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T21:16:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok&lt;br /&gt;Rave kicked so much ass. Alot of ass. &lt;br /&gt;Also got my tattoo added to, it looks neat.&lt;br /&gt;It also kicks so much ass.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you search for the word "ass" if you could find my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-79826863?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79826863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79826863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79826863' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-79754270</id><published>2002-08-02T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T16:40:52.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;Alot of negative things have gone on for too long in my life. If you want to know about the night where I disappeared ask me on MSN or in person, this is too public of a fourm. Operation get my life back on track will commence as of this second. My apologies go out to anyone who cares or used to care about me. I've not been myself for about the last month, and have been completely selfish towards others emotions. I wanna go back to doing things that make my life work. I hope to learn from my experiences, cause I know I don't got many chances. Also anyone who I blocked on MSN have been unblocked. That was a real poor decison on my part. One thing I learned is lack of communication just makes it alot worse. I think everyone wants a second chance. I send my love to you my brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-79754270?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79754270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79754270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79754270' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-79615748</id><published>2002-07-30T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T16:28:43.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Masks&lt;br /&gt;I got my mine, you've got yours. They protect us from the truth, they hide our emotions. They help convince others were something were not. Then we get so used to wearing the mask it convinces us were something were not. And sometimes we have so many masks we forget which one were suppose to wear. Time to take off some masks.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I feel anymore. I don't know how to make myself happy. I've tried but it doesn't last long, and it always comes to an end. I'm not going to school in the fall, thats got me down I must admit. My bridges have been burned with anyone remotely in contact with Alison. I havent been taking my meds for the last 2 weeks (I think we've found the problem). I havent seen my councellor in over a month. I've been cutting back on AA mettings. I don't like who I've become.&lt;br /&gt;Thats my storey whats yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-79615748?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79615748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79615748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79615748' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-79583654</id><published>2002-07-29T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T23:01:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Zain&lt;br /&gt;Your existence is something that should be celebrated and I'm humbled to have spent the day with you. Oh yah Rave this Saturday woot! Thats about all for now crappy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-79583654?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79583654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79583654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79583654' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-79561448</id><published>2002-07-29T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T13:24:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In like a lion out like a lamb.&lt;br /&gt;Its so nice to spend a weekend away from the same old drunks and phonies, making fools of themself, crying, being loud, puking their face off. To have a chance to spend it with people who actually care about me, it was nice. I think I'll call Kinzie right now, fuck this. Yay for swearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-79561448?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79561448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79561448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79561448' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-79496138</id><published>2002-07-27T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-27T20:17:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well&lt;br /&gt;If your hoping to see a large internet flame retort you won't. It really isn't worth my time. I've been called worse things by better people.&lt;br /&gt;Zain where are you, I'm at Wills house chillin. Man so far lame Saturday night, maybe some pool is in order. I'm game for beach tomorrow so if anyone wants to I say we do it up. All for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-79496138?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79496138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79496138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79496138' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-79490330</id><published>2002-07-27T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-27T20:15:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You Should be Dancing... yah.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee Gee's are wicked, the 70's, the outfits, the music, the hair, the drugs. These guys are groovy hipsters in my book. No rave tonight so I will be not dancing, but I should be. Except here in my computer chair right now, yah. Rob threw another excellent party last night and has tempted me with Warcraft 3. I wonder if I'll spend my whole Saturday playing warcraft? Just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-79490330?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79490330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79490330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79490330' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-79414930</id><published>2002-07-25T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T17:20:27.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Questions&lt;br /&gt;I have so many questions that have no answer. I wish I knew everyting, then I could live perfectly. Nothing to overcome, a flawless hassle free life. But thats Utopia and only the foolish dwell on those thoughts. Life is about learning and change. Thats the facts deal with it, you have your choice. Can't change the past, so you must look towards the future. I'm looking forward to seeing Austin Powers 3 tonight its gonna ease the blur of a long day, week, month. I just had a piece of chocolate oreo fudge, well timed. Work at 10:00 tomorrow good to get back on track of things, helps take your mind off other stuff. I'm sure noone will hear the whole storey but thats ok with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-79414930?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79414930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79414930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79414930' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-79406597</id><published>2002-07-25T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T13:18:26.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa&lt;br /&gt;My dreams last night were crazy as hell. I had one dream where I got un-cureable cancer and was gonna die. That was really sad. Then I became IRON man and fought giant robots with the help of my jet fighter side-kick. Then I took part in some mass orgy of ppl that was held un an underground pool/dance floor place. It all ended up with me running from the cops with a giant bag of weed I got for $35. Analyze that!&lt;br /&gt;Austin powers tonight provided that they dont sell out of tickets will be a blast. hope to see you all there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-79406597?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79406597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79406597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79406597' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-79337000</id><published>2002-07-23T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T23:48:08.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oops&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the no post in awhile but blogger was being a whore. So I got a job today with ADT security doing door to door sales. It's a comisson job for all summer. I'll proablly continue to seek more permanent employment, that is unless I do as well as the guy said salesmen do.  Rob W's was an awesome time as usual. Rob always has a good party I must say. I must have more of that game. I'm down with the beach tomorrow if anyone else is game? I kicked Zain's ass in pool two times in a row &lt;i&gt;as usual &lt;/i&gt;haha! All and all good night. &lt;br /&gt;Its spelt lure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-79337000?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79337000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79337000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79337000' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-79238346</id><published>2002-07-21T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T13:48:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah.&lt;br /&gt;Well I had a long day yesterday. My day began with waking up at 9:00am to drive to Moncton to play magic cards. Running on four hours of sleep I was quiet tired and car sick. So to make a long storey short, team PEI won the maritime regional championships and I got $50 for my trouble. So we got back into Charlottetown at 2:10am and I high tailed striaght to the rave where I was joined by  Tim, Jenna, Krystle, and Will. DJ putty put on the best show by far, it was pounding. I found myself chumming it up with Carl Burke, Adam Christopher, Jason Morrisey, Colin Broadbent, Jono Doucette. Those guys are really good guys,  I hope they keep coming to the raves. This week is operation get Ian a job. I must find employment life is too boring without commitment of any sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-79238346?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79238346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79238346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79238346' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-79128983</id><published>2002-07-18T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-18T18:24:49.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hindsight&lt;br /&gt;I deleted that post not because I feel I'm wrong in what I said, but because saying it didn't really make me feel any better. Hate is just baggage and my walk of life is heavy enough. Chemicals make people do crazy things, I of all people should realize that. I think Jon said it best "Fighting on the internet is like running in the special olympics. No matter if you win or lose your still retarded." Being mad just isn't worth it, I got too much to be happy about. Life is a puzzle one that I'm going to enjoy and figure out.&lt;br /&gt;I confess to you my brothers and sisters that I have sinned and will sin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-79128983?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79128983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79128983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79128983' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-79117494</id><published>2002-07-18T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-18T12:55:16.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Au revoir&lt;br /&gt;Nicolai were gonna miss yah bud. Pei just isn't the same without our Danish Sugar =/. I hope to see you back sooner than next summer but if thats how long we have to wait so be it. Last night was fun, fireworks, beach, bonfire, racing, marsh mellow war. All the making for a super fun excellent summer party. Hmmm this weekend it's a quiet Friday cause I gotta get up at 9:00am Saturday, to go represent Pei for magic cards in Moncton. After I'm done playing magical cards its &lt;i&gt;"the"&lt;/i&gt; Rave of course that night. Today being thursday I'm up for all walks of fun, who will join me?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-79117494?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79117494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/79117494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79117494' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78961541</id><published>2002-07-14T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T22:25:20.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stay strong&lt;br /&gt;These days I gotta be strong, I can do this thing we call life. Man the world is spinning upside down and backwards and as such so are my emotions. Thank god for raves, its the only place I'm free. Last night was rough on ole Ian, but I will survive (que the disco). Zain thanks for being there for me brother. A friend always comes first man and you proved it, you can always count on me brother. I hate secrets, I really do. I can handle anything except the unknown, seriously try me. I miss you, no point in hiding it, everyone knows anyways. The attitude I'm getting from some people these days sucks. It not the way it used to be and I don't know what I've done, or what to do. I'm such a hopelss romantic, and love is that fish I haven't been able to catch. I've just noticed how my blogs aren't one big rant, its just a whole lot of venting at once with no actual format. Gotta keep the faith brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine" - John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78961541?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78961541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78961541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78961541' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78852487</id><published>2002-07-11T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T23:00:13.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;I did it I got my first tattoo today =) I love it. It didnt hurt at all, the waiting was the only tough part. &lt;br /&gt;I got a four leaf clover on my left shoulder (about the size of a toonie) it took 15mins and 60$ but its so worth it. I've been in the market for a tattoo for about 2 years now and havent found something I really wanted or had the money to spend on. With my mom and grandfather going to Ireland in two weeks and the return of Zain I felt I had to do something to commerate it. The clover repersents my pride for my Irish Roman Catholic culture, and maybe it will bring me some good luck.&lt;br /&gt;Ok rave on Saturday starts at 12:00 and also I'm gonna try and swing a cottage party tomorrow get in touch of me by email. Or stay tuned to my blogger. Anyways I'm tired and gotta clean this pretty green thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78852487?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78852487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78852487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78852487' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78833042</id><published>2002-07-11T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T13:45:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zaino!&lt;br /&gt;Thats right he's home and he hasn't changed one bit =) &lt;br /&gt;Best news I've had in a long time I must say. I've also decided it's time for me to get a tattoo, I've wanted one for so long now. I think I will get a shamrock, in honor of my heritage. Or maybe its those beautiful irsh girls, with freckels that capivate me. Either way I'ave noo doots aboot it, I'be gettin a tatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78833042?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78833042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78833042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78833042' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78729882</id><published>2002-07-09T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T06:42:07.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I got canned.&lt;br /&gt;Yah today I got up to go to work at 8:30 they told me to go on not ready 750 (aka I code for, your being fired), then told me because of missed hours I was being terminated. I'm oddly not to sad to see it go, cause it was getting to me. Although my parents will take much more convincing haha ack! =/.&lt;br /&gt;Don't fear, somedays times get ruff. I'm still feeling positive about it, another job will come. Hopefully one I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Well I will be at the house tonight with friends tonight if you need reach me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78729882?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78729882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78729882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78729882' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78629926</id><published>2002-07-06T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-06T16:18:52.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Last night was alot of fun at my cottage. Thanx to all who were able to make it out, it was blast. The house was kept clean, tidy, and everyone had a good time while respecting the rules of my house. This will lead to many future parties at my cottage.&lt;br /&gt;Rave tonight woo hoo. DJ Isis from Halifax is spinning tonight, she plays alot of good trance stuff. Not sure who else is spinning but theres plenty of good DJ's out there. I'm currently at work and its slow which is a good sign. If it stays this way for awhile I have a good chance of going home early woot. I've been tapping all day, a  sure sign of how anxious I'am. I hope we have another good attentendce going with me again. Will its not the same without you man, the scene needs you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78629926?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78629926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78629926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78629926' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78534615</id><published>2002-07-03T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T20:25:17.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Anyway, it would have been nice if you'd have mentioned stabbing that guy 5 times in Halifax.. then maybe I would have been more hesitant about hanging out with you.  Since, I don't usually chill with attempted murderers.  Your family/house seems so nice- almost perfect... but obviously it serves as a VERY thick veil. &lt;br /&gt;Best of luck in court, &lt;br /&gt;******"&lt;br /&gt;Some days I just feel like a worthless criminal.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78534615?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78534615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78534615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78534615' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78522634</id><published>2002-07-03T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T13:51:35.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Notice.&lt;br /&gt;To all of you serious about getting help in being able to control yourself over drugs I'm here for you. The program works, for those who work for the program. To regain control you have to be fully prepared to give up alot of things. I never thought quitting drugs would make me any happier, but it did alot. Moderation guys, some are capable of it and some arn't thats what its all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78522634?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78522634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78522634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78522634' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78483851</id><published>2002-07-02T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T16:41:38.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Seems like alot of shit is going down all around me and I feel completely out of touch. I feel avoided but thats cool everyone needs their space. You know who you are and its always cool to talk to me. I'm always here for my friends cause you guys have always been there for me. I want everyone to stop fighting and bickering and making poor choices. I think all of us could make use of some healthy positive actions and attitudes. If anyone would like to join me at Victoria Park tomorrow to play hakisack, frisbee or soccor feel free to get ahold of me. Now back to helping people setup their internet, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78483851?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78483851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78483851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78483851' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78478762</id><published>2002-07-02T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T14:15:38.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well now.&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend, the Rave was super sweet. Thanx to the guys for coming out with me and supporting the scene. Also thanx to those two hot bi-sexual girls who kept making out and feeling up each other infront of me. It was by far one of the coolest damn things I've ever seen. Plus the party went form 12-11, yah man 11 hours of pure sweetness. It was so worth waiting all this time for.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CANADA DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome time. I got to meet some really cool folks from Summerside to share in the festivities. Suprise guests, hakisack, multiple parties, hugs, fireworks, friends, port-a-potties, and lots of parting made it an excellent night. Thanx again to those who hung out with me and helped me to have a great weekend&lt;br /&gt;I hope theres more days like this to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78478762?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78478762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78478762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78478762' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78362248</id><published>2002-06-29T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T15:17:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;RAVE TONIGHT STARTS AT 12 TEN DOLLERS COVER BE THERE OR BE SQUARE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I come into work today and had the first half of my shift consist of unending Telus calls due to server problems. Nothing sucks more than when you end a call and know theres another one on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was fun, the junkyard looks good and the welcome addiditon of Alison will improve the overall cool factor of the place. Sorry to Alison for not being able to help out moving. Seeing as the federal goverment demands I be at my meetings every Friday evening 6:30 and 8:30 it greatly affected my availability, sorry =/. &lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Chris and Brodie aka Darkhorse, on their drinking prowess. You put a smile on a old drunks face with your completion of a century. You've achieved an elite level of alcohol consumption reserved for "pros".  Even though we didn't see any girls kissing it still was fun, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the big night! I've been waiting for tonight the second the last rave ended. All are very welcome to join me and Will as we *douce* our way to another good time. I can't wait to be out there dancing, beat pounding, Sputnik on the final set. I can taste the goodness, oh yah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off work at 8:30 so until then I must be patient. If interested in joining me and Will, call Will's cell or email me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78362248?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78362248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78362248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78362248' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78286117</id><published>2002-06-27T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-27T15:00:35.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrr&lt;br /&gt;James pate found out my password and apperently told everyone. For those of you pathetic enough to read my email history raise your hand so I can think less of you. There wasn't much to read I guess, just stuff about me and Alison. Not only did you violate my privacy but mainly the privacy of people who send me emails in confidence. I guess its a good thing I don't save outgoing emails. I'll let me and James war die after today. I guess you did deserve to get your ass kicked last night Pate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78286117?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78286117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78286117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78286117' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78278979</id><published>2002-06-27T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-27T11:39:08.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad news.&lt;br /&gt;My party has been set back. My folks decided that they want the cottage tonight so that was it =/. They said that sometime next week is fine, so until then lets party all this weekend. I suggest possibly a beach party or a house party? This weekend is looking to be a bit wild! We got parties Friday and Saturday. I'm sooooo looking forward to the Rave its gonna be sweet! DJ Sputnik from Halifax is coming over to bust a move, and make the people groove douce*douce*douce*. Anyways keep me in the loop tonight people! Email me if you got any fun hip ideas for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78278979?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78278979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78278979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78278979' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78209861</id><published>2002-06-25T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T21:54:51.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Party &lt;/b&gt;my cottage thrusday night/friday morning, ah yah. I work from 11am to 8pm on thursday so after 8 were gonna get the show on the road. Metting at James Pates place at 8:30 where after the last second planning can be done and supplies gathered. If you will be attending this festival and should feel inclined to bring a car, advanced notice would be helpful. Until then you can always contact me for directions or questions at m0nkeyman@hotmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78209861?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78209861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78209861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78209861' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78174903</id><published>2002-06-25T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T06:04:10.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oops&lt;br /&gt;I went into work today 3 hours early. My body will be craving the sleep in a few hours yikes.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I hung out with Tim Woodside and Nate Kelly. I had been awhile so we though some Risk was a good call. I was in early domination with Me taking South America on turn one and Africa on turn two. Aside from Tim's druken Kamikaze in fith turn the game was pretty normal, victory me ha. So me and Tim headed over to James Pates house for an excellet night of Fifa to conclude our fun. &lt;br /&gt;Now for this weekend I have decided to host a most excellent cottage party ala my cottage. This party will go down either Thursday night or Friday depedning on whats the good word with you the fans. If you want to show up or needs directions you can email me or talk to me, I'm not a hard guy to get ahold of. Seeing as my car is frigged, it would be nice if we could get some cars. But fear not we can stay out all night plenty of time for drivers to party. I'll keep you updated as the plans take shape.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Nic and Jenella for their relationship renewal. I bid thee happy times, and plenty of children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78174903?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78174903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78174903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78174903' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-78084299</id><published>2002-06-22T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-22T20:58:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo!&lt;br /&gt;Well my rave was cancelled! Man the one thing I was looking forward to this week. I'm sooo upset =( I even missed out on the beach party last night... oh well. There must be happier times to come! &lt;br /&gt;Oh yah I wrote off my car. I was driving down North River Road when the old person ahead of me stopped in the middle of the road. Going between 40-50 I was unable to stop in time. The damage done to his car was minimal. Mine however is fucked, and has very little hope of recovery *sigh*. &lt;br /&gt;I need someone to buy me a present or give me some good news desperetly.&lt;br /&gt;My dad left the house in my control for the next two days... yah weird I know. It's almost like he has faith/trust in me. Oh and today is the first day that I've "offically" owned the cottage. Yah, many parties to come in the future. Possibly this Friday sounds like fun. &lt;br /&gt;Theres so many people I wish I saw alot more. Its ok people call me. &lt;br /&gt;I hope everyones enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-78084299?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78084299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/78084299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78084299' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77999148</id><published>2002-06-20T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T15:42:04.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ian=Important&lt;br /&gt;I got Telus trainning today. I'd like to think I was chosen for it because my call times are 6mins 10secs, but in all reality a guy pointed at me and said hey teach this guy Telus. Either way makes me feel important to be the first person out of my trainning group to learn Telus. Well this weekend sounds fun already, possibly a Rave saturday. Also camping and beach on Friday means super fun. My shifts next week are alot better which is something to look forward to. Had a heart to heart with my lawyer and my family in person last night. Yikes those guys deal out harsh does of reality, sometimes I fool myself into thinking I'm like other kids. Bailey is in better spirits hes just happy to be home, he seems to be progressing well. &lt;br /&gt;Just get it over with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77999148?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77999148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77999148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77999148' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77955883</id><published>2002-06-19T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T16:57:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay&lt;br /&gt;Work let me off early. Also I got a email from the &lt;a href="http://www.evolvefestival.com"&gt;EVOLVE&lt;/a&gt; festival. I'm on their list of possible volunteers. I think that festival will be the best damn thing this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77955883?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77955883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77955883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77955883' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77953649</id><published>2002-06-19T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T15:48:12.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Help&lt;br /&gt;Someone please email me something to do tonight, anyone please. I'am so bored and can't go through another pointless day of work and sleep. God these days sure are chalk full of nothing. Anything my treat, argh just mail me. m0nkeyman@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77953649?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77953649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77953649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77953649' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77916961</id><published>2002-06-18T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T20:01:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey&lt;br /&gt;Feel by myself these days. And not in the sense that I lack friends, more so I lack a companionship (of a women). I really suck at this single thing, I'm doomed to be the relationship type. I don't know how you other people do it.&lt;br /&gt;I will be your King, who will be my Queen =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77916961?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77916961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77916961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77916961' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77837959</id><published>2002-06-17T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T15:48:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More wonderful news&lt;br /&gt;So Jeff and Sarah broke up, as well did Jenella and Nic, and I see alot of my friends hurting in one way or another. Man I hate seeing shit like this its so depressing, I just hope the couples felt they made the right move. Life has been just constant hurt and turmoil recently I'm just so sick of it. Listen anyone who I might have said something rotten too, you won't have worry about that again. I want to a start a more postive attitude and outlook on life. And for those people who can't manage that level of civilness then thats your choice.Times like this people need to look at whats positive in their life. I hope things get better, they gotta. I just hope this is rock bottom for alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77837959?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77837959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77837959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77837959' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77820473</id><published>2002-06-16T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T15:14:06.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well what a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was seeing my friends go to the prom, everyone looked great! Then the AFTER PARTY, which we had no tickets for got turned back, then had to trek through wet foiliage for 20mins but we got there dammit. Man were their ever alot of space cowboys that night yikes. Tim Reeves had to take the cake though, dood you were so funny I had pains from laughing so hard. So we stayed arounf unti lit was light out, and after careful and degrating police questions we finally left. The cop made me quack like a duck on one leg to see if I was sober, then asked me to act like a monkey. I drew the line at the monkey, good thing he was kidding. So I slept almost all next day to go to a rave with will at 1:30am. Man the rave was soooooooooooooooooooo awesome I had a blast! We stayed right to the end, actually the last people to leave at 9:00 am! A good time was had and I am very much looking forward to going next saturday. All friends are welcome to join me and will dance up a storm, also you can see my m@D $k1||s . I got some marks back, philosophy 80% political studies 80%. And that would be the small happy portion of my last 2 weeks that have kept me together.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lost right now. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I wan't. I don't feel wanted. I still feel like a crummy person. I feel people are keeping secrets from me. I feel out of touch with my friends. I don't feel understood. I work really late tonight (might get off early) and man do i ever not want to be here. Please send me emails friends, as my bordem really depends on it. &lt;br /&gt;I really wish you weren't mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77820473?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77820473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77820473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77820473' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77728316</id><published>2002-06-13T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T22:12:04.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well&lt;br /&gt;Life has really thrown me a curve ball. My  dogs in the hospital, my best friend has been assaulted. All my friends have gotten into a hugh internet flame war, I no longer have Alison, and I don't have a clue what I have or what I want. I just hope this doesn't boil over to work for me. OLS is all I got right now. I'm having trouble getting out of bed these days. I am a bad person. I'm sorry to all. Everyone. Please people don't get involved with me. Anyone. Existing is getting to be alot to handle. All I got is now, and I don't like it one bit. What am I to do.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lame ass vague post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77728316?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77728316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77728316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77728316' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77586186</id><published>2002-06-10T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T16:47:51.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style=" font-family: Verdana; font-size: 40pt;"&gt;27&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=" font-family: Verdana,Verdana,Arial; font-size: 12;"&gt;I act like I'm 27.&lt;br&gt;This test was brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~dead_battery"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt; - mostly.... Take it &lt;a href="http://www.music-review.org/test.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god I must be chalk full of grit or what. It actually feels like I've aged 10 years in the last year. The more you see and do the older you feel I guess. I've been thinking today was Tuesday the entire evening. What a let down tomorrow is gonna be =/. Drunk old women should never call in in asking for help. No matter how simple the task, it will be extremely painful to handle. Now the call are pouring in grrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life in stasis=nightmare forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77586186?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77586186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77586186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77586186' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77577298</id><published>2002-06-10T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T12:46:36.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay Work.&lt;br /&gt;I actually enjoy work these days, its the only thing I'm sure of. Something that helps me stay on the up and up. &lt;br /&gt;On apostive note, my cold seems to be going away finally. This means I should be able to talk normally again and not hack up gunk. Also being able to breathe through my nose will be a bonus. I've been in major copeing mode lately, my personality feels gray. I don't wanna talk about it, I don't try and think about anything but work. Thanks to all my friends for their concern, you've guys have been there for me before and I know who will be there for me in the future. You will always have Ian Ritchie in your corner for what its worth. Also Jenella did find her purse, good work girly. I know that powerless feeling you get when you lose your wallet, for me its like I lost an arm or leg. I usually drop everything and go find it. &lt;br /&gt;Well this Wednesday I'm going to see Star Wars II which I've been looking forward to for a long time! Being the hardcore Star Wars nerd that I am, I have high expectations for it. Considering the crap that episode one was, I assume it won't be hard for it to top that.  &lt;br /&gt;The fear of the unknown has been really gettting to be. Theres so much I don't know about my near future its scary.  Well, still lonely and bored at work feel free to email me anyone &lt;b&gt;iritchie@onlinesupport.ca or m0nkeyman@hotmail.com&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Yours truly&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;br /&gt;"Don't over think things"-Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77577298?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77577298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77577298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77577298' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77536470</id><published>2002-06-09T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T13:28:57.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S.L.A.H.T&lt;br /&gt;Sad, Lonely, Anger, Hungry, Tired&lt;br /&gt;These are indicators that a relapse might be on the way. I think I'll spend tonight at my house. Its far to close to throw it all away.&lt;br /&gt;That opening makes me wanna put black wristbands on and go dig through dumpsters to find food.. Not! Ian ritchie is no whiney punk emo kid.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, someone please email me at work iritchie@onlinesupport.ca. I'm soooo bored, and need friends right now =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77536470?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77536470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77536470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77536470' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77534868</id><published>2002-06-09T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-09T12:37:01.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've seen better days.&lt;br /&gt;Well some of you might have heard already, Alison broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;Reason being she needs more time to be single, free of commitment, and time to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;All the reasurance in the world that it doesn't have anything to do with me still help can't remove the fact that It feels like I did something, or that my life is unmanageable.&lt;br /&gt;I knew she wasn't happy about something for about a week now. Although breaking up was the last thing I wanted I hope this is the right thing to do for her.&lt;br /&gt;Its better to break up then for her to be in an unhappy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a better job this time of coping, than before.I think my mind is so used to stressful situations I've learned amazing coping skills. &lt;br /&gt;I still know I'm gonna miss what we had alot. She really treated me well the entire time we went out. No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not like the other boys. I have a very different life from most people and its just too much for other people. I guess I make it seem easy cause thats all the life I got.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mad at her or anyone. At the time we weren't suppose to fall in love, but we did. Thats the hard part too I still love her, and shes just not quiet sure if she does or not.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday when she knows what she wants I will be in that picture. Thats all I can really hope for at this time. &lt;br /&gt;I guess time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77534868?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77534868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77534868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77534868' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77496824</id><published>2002-06-08T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-08T04:47:48.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow&lt;br /&gt;Last night ruled major super funky ass.&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY COTTAGE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, thats right you heard me i have a cottage. Great time was had by all (for the mostpart), In a very controlled scenic party sense. Fifa(278 fitzroy cat) is by far the best little thing on earth. He can't get enough of people plus theres cute factor. Hes' got plenty of potential, I mean wow!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;So yah I got a beach and soccor field size back yard, it is super sweet. Props to my parents for finding, the happiest place on earth. Seriously, it just washs away all stress and worry I love it. Expect to see alot more of cottagefest 2002, had old man Ritchie's. You know just before Cumberland on your way to bumblefuck P.E.I. Aside from the cows having sex its a great place.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Mike wins first prize for freak out central. Good job Andrea you made it this far. Jeff, glad to be there with you man incased in time forever. Jamie another wonderful time had by us. James barther many good laughs and wrestling. And what would we be if not for Kingsleys antics?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for making my night such a soulfull happy expience. Lets hope last night was the beginning of a very amazing free summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77496824?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77496824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77496824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77496824' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77434552</id><published>2002-06-06T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T14:30:48.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick ugh it sucks&lt;br /&gt;Beware all, or I'll infect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77434552?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77434552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77434552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77434552' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77344915</id><published>2002-06-04T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T13:55:11.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well &lt;br /&gt;I stumbled across some slandering material today at work from some neaderthal here's the comment&lt;br /&gt;"When you pull out the meter stick and start measuring men I'm pretty confident in my size compared to this culprit."&lt;br /&gt;I could make a rude comment here but I won't. I don't feel the need to get into the semantics and details of what shes comparing, over the internet. Instead for those who want a full detailed explanation of this situation I'll be sure to tell you in person.&lt;br /&gt;Knock on wood, I'am better, I will be better and am already better because of it.&lt;br /&gt;What are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77344915?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77344915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77344915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77344915' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77320006</id><published>2002-06-03T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-03T22:24:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well had a good recovery to the weekend by going to an sweet rave on saturday followed by the return of "the women" (aka Alison: see girlfriend) from Fredericton. Speaking of raves something I plan on doing alot more of. I just danced all my energy out, it was quite an amazing too workout my legs are still sore! Thanx to the DJ's(who came all the way from Halifax) and the crew for putting on a very sweet show and always making me feel so welcome.&lt;br /&gt;I have an unreal work shifts this week get this. Mon-off, Tues-12:00pm-8:30pm, Wed-12:00pm-8:30pm, Thurs-12:00pm-8:30pm, Fri-off, Sat-2:00pm-10:30pm(always get off early), Sun-2:00pm-10:00pm. I next week isn't as good, but I look forward to a very good week!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah and my parents bought a cottage?! It's crazy me and Will went to see it but the one we walked through was actually someone else's! Will, the one we got is way bigger Dad says the property is about 6 times what we have in the city. And that yes we do have our own beach, woot! So yah gonna spend all summer on the beach, and all are glad to join me. I've always wanted a cottage my whole life, I'm really excited about this! Well I guess my good suprises keep coming! &lt;br /&gt;Anyways thats all for this post. Sorry its been so long but I've had some busy days recently.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77320006?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77320006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77320006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77320006' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77212388</id><published>2002-05-31T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T23:23:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow...&lt;br /&gt;What a terrible night. Jamie your my friend, I'll say a prayer for you tonight buddy.&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad vibe tonight, I really really really gotta trust my gut. I'm been living way to dangerously ,tonight prime example of it.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing those bastards brings it all back, all those fucking horrible memoires I try to supress without the help of narcotics.&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug really bad... Alison I miss you :-(&lt;br /&gt;God help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77212388?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77212388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77212388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77212388' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77174595</id><published>2002-05-30T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T23:45:50.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this person shouldn't leave there blogger logged in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77174595?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77174595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77174595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77174595' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77167448</id><published>2002-05-30T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T13:58:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rainy days suck&lt;br /&gt;Well I burned some bridges pretty bad tonight. &lt;br /&gt;But I feel it had to be done really it had to. Holding in my feeling is worse in the long run. I just hate being fake it drives me nutz, and this culprit isn't worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, isn't time amazing. Its the great fixer and destroyer of all. I recently have come to appreachiate my youth/life and how much time I have left. I like living in the real world with a clear mind to back it up. I cherish every cognitive though I think and feel. I'd say its time for me to start getting to know my friends better, I don't wan't to have one best friend, I want to have a group of them. I want to know more about everyone. I want to spend more time with my friends, becoming better friends. Anyways I'm of work now so end post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77167448?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77167448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77167448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77167448' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77086985</id><published>2002-05-28T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-29T12:45:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn you Internet Call Waiting, you are the bane of my exsistence!&lt;br /&gt;I like good suprises, an example of this would be how Alison was brave enough to walk into my work today. Props to Alison for getting a new job as a lab tech, she works 9-5 all summer and can get the job the following summer as well. Thanx to all who attended last nights bonfire at the beach, its really was alot of fun. Life really doesnt get much better than a warm bugless summer night on the beach around a warm campfire with friends and loved ones. Little tune from the Ramones... 53rd &amp; 3rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can, well come on man I was a Green Beret in Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;No more of your fairy stories 'Cause I got my other worries &lt;br /&gt;53rd and 3rd Standing on the street&lt;br /&gt;53rd and 3rd I'm tryin' to turn a trick&lt;br /&gt;53rd and 3rd You're the one they never pick&lt;br /&gt;53rd and 3rd Don't it make you feel sick? &lt;br /&gt;If you think you can, well come on man I was a Green Beret in Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;No more of your fairy stories 'Cause I got my other worries &lt;br /&gt;53rd and 3rd Standing on the street&lt;br /&gt;53rd and 3rd I'm tryin' to turn a trick&lt;br /&gt;53rd and 3rd You're the one they never pick&lt;br /&gt;53rd and 3rd Don't it make you feel sick? &lt;br /&gt;Then I took out my razor blade Then I did what God forbade&lt;br /&gt;Now the cops are after me But I proved that I'm no sissy &lt;br /&gt;53rd and 3rd Standing on the street&lt;br /&gt;53rd and 3rd I'm tryin' to turn a trick&lt;br /&gt;53rd and 3rd You're the one they never pick&lt;br /&gt;53rd and 3rd Don't it make you feel sick? &lt;br /&gt;53rd &amp; 3rd 53rd &amp; 3rd 53rd &amp; 3rd 53rd &amp; 3rd&lt;br /&gt;53rd &amp; 3rd 53rd &amp; 3rd 53rd &amp; 3rd 53rd &amp; 3rd &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77086985?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77086985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77086985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77086985' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77007197</id><published>2002-05-26T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-26T19:03:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yah and if theres any spelling/gramatical errors in my last post to bad. Its long and I'm too lazy to edit it.&lt;br /&gt;Pickels forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77007197?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77007197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77007197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77007197' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-77004856</id><published>2002-05-26T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-26T17:48:31.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been awhile!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the slack amount of posting (does anyone follow this site?) I've had a really full week. So full I still havent seen Star Wars: Attack of the clones yet, I know &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt; busy.  What with beach parties, spending time with Alison and work. &lt;br /&gt;Man I had anamazing dream this morning! Here are the main characters of my dream. Me, Darcy Carr, Pat Peardon, Sleazy Guy who lived near Darcy in apartment 12b, James Pate, My unknown girl friend(some face I can't remember),  various black guys, and old faces from the days of highschool. Anyways Me and Darcy were the focal characters of this crazy mixed up adventure. Its starts off with me and Pat hanging out after school celebrating 420 and Darcy comes along and after were done. I say bye to Pat and me and Darcy get on the bus. I'm sitting with  my girlfriend (some unknown cross of about 10 differents girls that have been in my life) with Darcy sitting infront of me with his gf. At Darcy's stop we get out and when we leave the bus everyone says goodbye to us. The other ppl on the bus were a mixture of Gray/Rural ppl I've met. Then Darcy tells me he's gonna introduce me to someone who's got good shit. Sure enough I meet this sleazy guy who lived in the apartment near Darcy's house room 12b. I dont get anything but Darcy gets cool shit. I was a little unerved by this creepy 40+ guy. When we leave the apartment this gang(4 ppl) of black guys are giving us this odd look, so we act all tough and they back down.Then were back at school again, with a good rip on. And we get back on the bus, and Darcy starts to tell the storey about how he introduced me to this creepy hookup. And so my gf gets all mad and wont sit with me now.&lt;br /&gt;This where it gets fucked up. My view switches from first person to omniscent. I watch myself go back to the guys apartment, on the way I get detered by some street dancing black guys. My view then switched to me watching the creepy guy(see: creepy guy) hes listening to his next door neighbor who has just seen him on Americas most wanted, for crimes in Hawaii. He walks through the door just as shes calling 911 and he says "goodbye" and he pops her right in the head with 2 quick shots. He goes back to his room quickly and fetches his  partner who has appeared out of no where. His partner says "If we keep turing 2 for 5 were set bro" The creepy guys "says we gotta move quick". So the two of them start to peel down the stairs. When the cops show up at the bottom floor. Creepy guy lets off a few shots nails cop and the cops return fire killing his partner. So he runs backwards up the stairs watching for cops. As he keeps backing up going further and further higher up the apartment stairs, you can here running someone else running and the running keeps getting closer and closer. Eventually the running stops and the creepy guys looks up at the last floor of stairs and sees James Pate pointing a gun at him from above. All you hear is "one,two,three you lose" *bang* everything goes black and my head is throbbing when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;It was so real it was like watching a movie. I just got back from supper at Myrons with Alison, funny enough about all the ppl that were on the bus with me in my dreams were at Myrons, except Darcy but all his friends are there...&lt;br /&gt;Ack, I never used to get dreams as a kid now I get crazy fucked up ones as an adult. I wonder who all would read this crazy long post?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES PATE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th barther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-77004856?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77004856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/77004856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77004856' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-76899717</id><published>2002-05-23T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-23T15:28:52.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evening&lt;br /&gt;Last night a foul was played on James Pate. I understand that this could have drastic consequences, and that a bounty has been placed on my head but I sleep with one eye open Pate.&lt;br /&gt;Just so everybody knows its open season on those who cant stay awake, you've all been warned.&lt;br /&gt;Man I love the beach, I feel so free on the beach. It's like there's no other place on earth, I almost forget about my worries and stress. Not completly though, but I'll take almost these days.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have a cloud looming over me these days, and I just can't shake it. Why does it have to ruin everything for me? It feels like I'm spreading a plague of misfortune over everyone and everything. God I sound like a fucking goth ugh.&lt;br /&gt;In the end its gonna be all right. Thats what I cling to, someday this nightmare will end. I just don't know when, nobody knows when. Oh well won't be MIOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-76899717?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76899717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76899717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76899717' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-76852928</id><published>2002-05-22T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T13:12:38.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-76852928?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76852928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76852928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76852928' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-76828329</id><published>2002-05-21T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T21:35:46.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Alison=girl)+(Alison=special)+(Ian=likesspecialgirls)=IanlikesAlison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-76828329?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76828329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76828329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76828329' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-76828208</id><published>2002-05-21T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T21:32:26.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friends&lt;br /&gt;That what made last night so much fun seeing all my friends at the house enjoying a b-b-q then getting lost, on our way to the beach (sorry my fault completly forgot how to get to Tracidie beach). For all of you who missed that, I wish you had been there cause it was great. But don't worry we'll definetly do it again, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;If that part of last night is an inkling of whats to come for this summer sign me up! =)&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days, ohhhhhhh sun sun sun sun sunny days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-76828208?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76828208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76828208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76828208' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-76744695</id><published>2002-05-19T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T21:34:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Extra Extra read all about it.&lt;br /&gt;Man I was having a terrible night last night. All until I saw this little fox running across our parking lot. I then started to chase him I could tell he wasn't running his fastest as he kept looking back at me. But after 3 mins of pursuit he had enough and ln a flash he bolted. Man it was so cool being that close to a fox. They really are attractive little guys, if was an animal I'd be a fox. Church was great today mainly cause Alison came with me, she looked very pretty in her Sunday dress. I think the old lady sitting behind us thought she was too "scanitly clad" Mainly cause you could see below her elbows *gasp*.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-76744695?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76744695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76744695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76744695' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-76710855</id><published>2002-05-18T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-18T20:14:13.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've seen/heard alot of shit thats getting to me. The kind of shit that drove me to a complete mental break down, and theres no fucking way I'm letting this happen to me or my friends ever again. I got alot of friends who are in pain, the kind of pain thats makes you look all shiney on the outside but eats away on your inside. I've been there I know whats its like, and I've never felt worse in my whole life.  Guys I'm always gonna be here for you, you never turned your back on me and I'll never turn my back on you. Ian Ritchie will always be in your corner. I'm having a hard time of swallowing my pride and being fake with these assholes. These undeserving worthless excuses for humans, and you don't have to take it. I want so badly to break that ice that no ones shattered, no more fucking around. If the truth was told it would get pretty ugly. I don't know if I can supress my feeling much longer, I'm afraid something really bad is gonna happen really soon.The smell of war is in the air and I've drawn my lines in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No peace, just a fuck you. A fuck you to those who've cause my friends pain.&lt;br /&gt;I know EVERYTHING yep even that, and I can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-76710855?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76710855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76710855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76710855' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-76709126</id><published>2002-05-18T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-18T19:12:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allo&lt;br /&gt;Well last night was hoot to say the least hahaha. Another grand prank was played on Jamie Power ala me. Bring it on Power you can never out do my prank ability sha sha sha.&lt;br /&gt;Incase others are wondering last night our friend Jamie consumed alot of alcohol, to the point where he was unable to move. I immediately took advantage of his drunken stupor by first shaving his left leg, and then his right side burn. Then with a surge of unknown energy this madden drunk attacked me. But don't worry friends I easily subdued him. All the while caught on videotape, which will soon be converted to an .avi file thanx to Rob Gillan for all to enjoy =) &lt;br /&gt;I recently picked up my 6 month AA chip. This made me incrediably proud, and re-invigorated the ideal that living a sober life is ok.&lt;br /&gt;The affect I had on my home group was really neat I've never shook so many hands, or felt so good about who I am. I really crave the bottle once and awhile, but I really don't think I'm missing much. &lt;br /&gt;There no cure for alcoholism, but there sure is an effective treatment. It's called AA and it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-76709126?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76709126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76709126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76709126' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-76605416</id><published>2002-05-15T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-18T19:18:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>G'day&lt;br /&gt;Man just when you think your job sucks you get the best call of the night. &lt;br /&gt;I'm greeted by a laughing jolly fellow who makes sure to get my name, and asks "How are you doing Ian old boy?". I find this a little odd but play along, before gettign to to the question of how I may help him. He tells me had to get a new computer cause he drove over or his last one with his truck. at this point I have no clue whether hes kidding or not, but then informed me that he really didnt do that but was sure tempted to. He just needs a basic INETWIZ installation which by all means should take 10 mins max if you speak english (not all do trust me) but this call was worth dragging out to see what he'd say next. I check his user name, its damian12(the number has been changed), his password is reich. Then he says " Don't mind  me I'm just a little crazy. Some call it perverse." Now I don't know wheter hes drunk or really just a funny/crazy guy. Then he says out of the blue, during the installation. &lt;br /&gt;Him "Did yah know theres 3 rings in marriage?"&lt;br /&gt;Me "No ?"&lt;br /&gt;Him "First theres the engagement ring. Then then theres the wedding ring. Then theres the suffer ring."&lt;br /&gt;Me "Hahahahahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;Man I had to put it on mute it was too much, all my OLS protocal out the window. His many comparisons to wife and his computer, left me in tears. All the while being a very competent  man who followed perfect instructions. Right as I finished the call this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Me "Alright sir everything seems to be in order here you have a nice evening."&lt;br /&gt;Him "Hey do you got tiem for another?"&lt;br /&gt;Me "Another what sir?"&lt;br /&gt;Him "(just starts going) So theres this new couple on their way to get married, when all of a sudden their car spins off the road and they crash and die. So when the bride and groom finally get to the gates of heaven they confront  Saint Peter. Saint Peter sees the young couple and says how sad it was to seem them die so young, and asks what he can do. The couple asks if they can married before they enter heaven seeing as they died before they could get married. Now this has Saint Peter puzzled, and hes says to the couple thats hes not sure and that he'd go ask a priest in heaven if it can be done. While the couple is waiting for Saint Peter to come they begin to think about what could happen and then they worry about whether or not they'd be able to get a divorce. After very long time Saint Peter finally comes back and says to them well I finally found a priest in heaven who can do the marriage. The couple then asks him whether they can get a divorce, and Saint Peter says. It took me 3 months to find a priest, who knows how long its gonna take to find lawyer!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-76605416?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76605416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76605416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76605416' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-76471470</id><published>2002-05-12T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T15:05:07.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday, the day in which my weekend leisure comes to a finish.&lt;br /&gt;Back to work, gotta remind myself " Ian you need the money and its a good job ." or how about this one "Ian gotta prove all those mother fuckers wrong". I'm so used to being told what to do I'm not sure what I clearly want, and what I'm just doing. &lt;br /&gt;When it comes to work I know its not the actual work that I don't like its, the consumption of my time. So more precisley I don't like spending my time contray to how I would want to. When ones lost complete control of his life they cling pretty bitterly to what they got left. But with my world comes a restriced lifestyle, terms, conditions,order.  Working here serves a far greater purpose than money for me, its conditioning into getting back in touch with the real world, real people. I'm gradually starting to see things the way it used to be, when I was young before chemicals came along and altered my perception. Although I might not enjoy what I have to endure these following months/years ultimetly I know what I really want. Freedom. &lt;br /&gt;Never know what you got till you lose it. Happy Mothers Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Baseball/Friends/Mild partying/Alison/Money made for a sweet weekend thanks to all that helped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-76471470?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76471470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76471470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76471470' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-76442689</id><published>2002-05-11T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-11T17:14:05.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its Saturday night, yay for the weekend. Last night was really fun its just so great to be able to enjoy some free time. No work or hassle for me, ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Getting paid feels great, having had to work four weeks before getting paided makes getting paid much better. Things are starting to work out now.  I'm hoping to hear from a one Alison Scott, so if your reading call Wills cell phone. Not much will update more on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-76442689?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76442689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76442689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76442689' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-76371727</id><published>2002-05-09T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T15:44:47.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck blogger just ate my message argh....&lt;br /&gt;Alright today started off well, me and Alison were on our way to UPEI when we stumbled apon Jeff, James, and Kingsley. James already being 20 mins late for school convinced Alison into driving him to Tim Hortons. Oh well good to see you going to school James, late or not! After we dropped James off, the four of us headed to UPEI where Alison confirmed her to-be-nurse status. YAY ALISON! Then Jeff and Kingsley left us and we headed to the park. We enjoyed a fun afternoon of walking, swinging, and learning how to skip rocks! Too bad it had to end with me going to work at 4:00 =/ &lt;br /&gt;Its been a pretty packed week so I'm really looking forward to enjoying Friday. So thats means all you party folk gotta get ahold of Ian. Lemme know whats the good word for Friday, hopefully some fun in the sun followed by party antics.&lt;br /&gt;All for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-76371727?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76371727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76371727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76371727' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-76315684</id><published>2002-05-08T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T16:18:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got a 2085 score on the &lt;a href="http://www.liquidcode.org/worm.html"&gt;worm &lt;/a&gt;game beat that !&lt;br /&gt;Also OLS is hiring so get those resumes in, you know who you are!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-76315684?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76315684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76315684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76315684' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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-3488200.post-76314854</id><published>2002-05-08T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T12:40:16.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello my fellow citizens. &lt;br /&gt;Well today has started on a positive note. I woke up to the voice of Alison , which prompted me to get up and eat and shower all before 12o'clock noon, wow! Then I was informed by Will that a bunch of us were going to the park and I was invited. (bunch = Me, Will, RobW, James, Krystle, Jeff, Jonboy) Playing soccor was blast and reminded me just how much I enjoyed it when I was young, before partying and coolness began my only focus in life. Also it reminded me just how bad I need to work on my cardio, yikes out of shape. Then Alison showed up just in the nick of time to drive me to work before my mother shoved every available food product in my face and demanded I eat. I hope my summer consits of many more of these days of outside fun in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JON GREEN!!! SORRY I CAN'T HANG OUT BUT I SOLD MY SOUL TO OLS JUST LIKE YOU =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my present Jon, your own full line of text on my webpage cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488200-76314854?l=ianritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76314854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488200/posts/default/76314854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ianritchie.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76314854' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08715669328765105094</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>
