<?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-6099243</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:54:15.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for days</title><subtitle type='html'>in the film industry there are two things you need to know...jump in the water...and love it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099243.post-109409613763424046</id><published>2004-09-01T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T20:35:51.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As the evening shadows...</title><summary type='text'>Well today was good. Rehearsal was long, but i still love it. This show is bound to turn a few heads. I had alot of fun today. I am now officially afraid of janitors. Oh man what a day. Jamie can really burp. I proabably shouldn't have said that but oh well. I thought it was HOT. I couldn't be more tired than I am right now. I think ill just past out until morning when I hear the sound of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/109409613763424046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/109409613763424046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109409613763424046' title='As the evening shadows...'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-109392712185695073</id><published>2004-08-30T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:38:41.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss for Words</title><summary type='text'>There is this one person. Who really influences me. Her name is Jamie. And I could swear she is the prettiest thing I have ever seen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/109392712185695073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/109392712185695073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109392712185695073' title='Loss for Words'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-109295053141570069</id><published>2004-08-19T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:34:43.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My World skips a beat</title><summary type='text'>Wow. Summer was faster than a good friday without meat. I must say I have not updated this thing in a while no?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/109295053141570069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/109295053141570069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109295053141570069' title='My World skips a beat'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108719544674137006</id><published>2004-06-13T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T23:44:06.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripping the world a new one...</title><summary type='text'>Things are fast these days. Everything is about speed. Get into gear, rev the engine, and you are on your merry way. Like yesterday for instance. I woke up at 6:30am. I went through my normal morning routine....but really fast. Then I got on my bike and rode to work. Yes indeed. The wind felt quite strong. It whipped my hat off my head. I love my hat. It didn't take long to get to work. Mind you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108719544674137006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108719544674137006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108719544674137006' title='Ripping the world a new one...'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108692981348949384</id><published>2004-06-10T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T21:56:53.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This about sums it up</title><summary type='text'>I'm getting my car back very soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108692981348949384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108692981348949384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108692981348949384' title='This about sums it up'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108632512825803621</id><published>2004-06-03T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T22:04:00.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone paid a  vist to 'Echo and the Bunnymen'</title><summary type='text'>I've been hearing alot of this the past few days....exactly: "NOTHING".Just to give some news in light of recent events: My father is now out of the hospital and feeling much better.My car is still being fixed.Much of my life consists of counterparts much like the world famous George Foreman grill.You've got your heat, meat, and of coure the ever notorious "JUICE". Although I am not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108632512825803621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108632512825803621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108632512825803621' title='Someone paid a  vist to &apos;Echo and the Bunnymen&apos;'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108484652816181963</id><published>2004-05-17T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T19:15:28.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa</title><summary type='text'>My father is in the hospital. Keep him in your thoughts and prayers. It seems that he has a heart condition. Sometimes I wonder if it is from me arguing with him all the time. I can only hope that nothing terminal comes of this. As I said, thoughts and prayers please.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108484652816181963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108484652816181963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108484652816181963' title='Papa'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108465015868457782</id><published>2004-05-15T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T12:42:38.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rotting Jondahr</title><summary type='text'>The Rotting Jondahr walks his strideDown the tranquil roads of Destiny DriveWith his top-hat, pocket-watch, monocle, hop-scotchTipping the top of his top-hat as he goes on easily byHe's got his cards ready and his game on stand-byHe hasn't a care but for the brisk air as he reaches toward the skyWith his nick-nack, hand-jive, swing dance, feel aliveTipping the top of his top-hat as he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108465015868457782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108465015868457782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108465015868457782' title='The Rotting Jondahr'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108437829975254899</id><published>2004-05-12T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T15:40:21.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In other words</title><summary type='text'>WHEN LASSIE CAME HOMELassie, you came homeI sat on this swivel, waitingMy face basking in the twilightOf my ViewSonic monitorwaitngI called you, but you timed outTry Try Try againBut yet you persisted your absenceLong was the time till an epiphanyIt struck me over the headHow simple it wasTo take advantage of the links of another's siteI found the one labled "Mike"With an air of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108437829975254899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108437829975254899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108437829975254899' title='In other words'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108344814980693974</id><published>2004-05-01T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T14:53:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polished and ready</title><summary type='text'>The prom is an institution designed for kids who want a huge way to say I love you. Now, that may sound insincere. In actuallity, for some of those kids it means the world to them.Late bloomers, HA! There is no such thing.Tonight is not just a night where I put a corsage around someones wrist. No, no sir. Tonight is the night that I share in absolute sincerity, a special prom. I love you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108344814980693974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108344814980693974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108344814980693974' title='Polished and ready'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108330633141157005</id><published>2004-04-29T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T23:29:49.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to let you know</title><summary type='text'>I can officially say that I am lazy to the max right now. So lazy that I am just going to leave you with two thoughts. Stephanie is beautiful and Ben Kweller is gonna rock.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108330633141157005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108330633141157005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108330633141157005' title='Just to let you know'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108208872642146908</id><published>2004-04-15T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T23:30:58.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Lint...</title><summary type='text'>Those two words can pretty much sum up tonight.I can proudly say that Randal and I are now officially the Co-Publicity Directors for next year. Most definitely Extiting.This is what happened todayBasically what was listed above happended, but there is deeper meaning to this story. So sit back and enjoy my Kurt Vonnegut-esque story of today...Woke up at 6:55am and could barley make out the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108208872642146908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108208872642146908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108208872642146908' title='No Lint...'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108201168791708983</id><published>2004-04-14T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T23:53:02.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticapation</title><summary type='text'>Officer ElectionsThey are tomorrow. Right now I am in the process of developing pitches with Randal. Heaven knows who will win this election. I can only hope it will be us. Other than us there is the possibility that George and Brad will win, or Michelle and Casey. Who's better for the job? Well, that is for you to decide tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108201168791708983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108201168791708983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108201168791708983' title='Anticapation'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108173476095987577</id><published>2004-04-11T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T16:49:53.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Give You Utter Randomness</title><summary type='text'>Today is Easter Sunday, the celebration of the risen Christ.I have witnessed the construction of three cardboard urns.Hellboy is a mediocre film.Kurt Vonnegut’s book entitled, “God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater”, is the book I chose to read for my English project.I can no longer stand “Law &amp; Order.”My cousin will be here in about a month.Randall and I need to work on our speech.Tomorrow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108173476095987577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108173476095987577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108173476095987577' title='I Give You Utter Randomness'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108140627190464940</id><published>2004-04-07T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:51:27.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a lighter note...</title><summary type='text'>I have moved on, because there is nothing I can do to bring back my friend. He is gone to a better place and I have accepted that and I can firmly say that I am now much, much happier.Well now, it's been quite a week. I have done many things, like this movie test for example. (I don't mean to brag or anything but...) What Classic Movie Are You?personality tests by similarminds.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108140627190464940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108140627190464940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140627190464940' title='On a lighter note...'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108122857956958844</id><published>2004-04-05T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T22:20:04.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan</title><summary type='text'>Why did you have to go? I'll miss you. Say hello to the big guy for me. This song is for you...and he will raise you up on eagles wingsbear you on the breath of dawnmake you to shine like the sunand hold you in the palm of his handRest In Peace Ryanthese strings will forever ring your name</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108122857956958844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108122857956958844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108122857956958844' title='Ryan'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108079018420015094</id><published>2004-03-31T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T20:02:10.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rippled Reflections</title><summary type='text'>Well folks, the year is winding down. It isn't quite over yet, but it is definitely getting there. I can already tell that everyone is ready to plop down for the summer.I can't believe how amazing that this whole experience has been. It has been a very learned year for me. I have grown emensely and now have knowledge of things I did not have before. (I don't know if I should announce this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108079018420015094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108079018420015094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108079018420015094' title='Rippled Reflections'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108035475346780193</id><published>2004-03-26T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T12:13:37.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Singular Sensation</title><summary type='text'>Check this out. Best web comic on the planet.The time is now that I start feeling the thrills of the show. I am being taunted by it's oncoming approach. This vexes me if you will. It also delights me at the same time. The one thing you can always count on in a show and that is exitement. I haven't felt this exited since Nerd. That's the great thing about theatre company. The fact that you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108035475346780193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108035475346780193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108035475346780193' title='That Singular Sensation'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-108001193430283761</id><published>2004-03-22T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T19:22:19.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are crazy these days</title><summary type='text'>Todays post is going to be extremely short.I had an eventful day to say the least. Woah. I finally found a running mate for Co-Publicity Director for the love of God. Can't wait till elections but until then I'm keeping my fingers crossed.TRACY SAGALOW! Welcome to my links. Thank you very much for making me a part of yours. Finally someone who seems to appreciate film and the directors of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108001193430283761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/108001193430283761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108001193430283761' title='Things are crazy these days'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-107982479745792369</id><published>2004-03-20T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T15:23:19.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet Lag</title><summary type='text'>Here I am sitting at home. I went to bed almost immediatley as soon as I got home from the airport. It may be just me, but I feel like I left a little bit of myself in New York. I went to New York as a stiff serious overly mature hard ass, and I came back a loose, party hearty, immature, and (sorry to say) selfish person. I don't know what has engulfed my mind. I feel as if I am rewound all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107982479745792369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107982479745792369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982479745792369' title='Jet Lag'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-107915782609088530</id><published>2004-03-12T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T22:06:58.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Bismarck</title><summary type='text'>(The following is a fictional story. Any and all relations to other people are hereby unintended and therefore cannot be held against blogger.com and/or the author of this publication. If you at any time feel disturbed while reading the following tale, please turn off your computer screen and proceed to cry your eyes out. You have been warned.)In a small town in Ohio, there lived a small child</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107915782609088530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107915782609088530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915782609088530' title='The Story of Bismarck'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-107905361428388559</id><published>2004-03-11T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T17:10:04.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York...get ready for me</title><summary type='text'>Yes it's true. I, and a whole group of people are heading on over to New York for spring break. Of course I am traveling with a few of my good friends: Rowena, Tim, Stef, Kaila, Scott, and a whole crap load of other awsome folk. We are going to be seeing three shows there, one of them being Craig's love for the past couple weeks..... WICKED! To add a little more on that Craig is going seperatley </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107905361428388559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107905361428388559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107905361428388559' title='New York...get ready for me'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-107828744241393131</id><published>2004-03-02T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T20:20:20.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here</title><summary type='text'>Yes. I live. Though you may not believe it. Happy eighteenth birthday to a wonderful person who happens to be Dan Smith. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107828744241393131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107828744241393131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828744241393131' title='I&apos;m Still Here'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-107785200510772149</id><published>2004-02-26T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T19:22:56.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Variation</title><summary type='text'>Well tomorrow is the one-act competition. We were performing it today for the students of the english department. Quite possibly the most dead crowd I have ever performed for. The lights seemed so bright there in the drama room. I have never realized just how amazing of a production it was. We all gave a great show. But there was something different about it today...It was when I was standing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107785200510772149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107785200510772149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785200510772149' title='The Final Variation'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-107762942478175038</id><published>2004-02-24T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T05:33:12.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Feeling</title><summary type='text'>It's 6:00am, and my body clock went off. I woke up and shaked every bit of tiredness from my short underweight body. The first thing I tended to was my stagemanager prompt book. I put it together with ease and satisfaction. Having taken in every divider I put in, I felt a sense of belonging. After I had finished eating my wheat crunch cereal, I decided to ready my costume for The Duck Variations.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107762942478175038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107762942478175038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107762942478175038' title='What a Feeling'/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-107748057060365803</id><published>2004-02-22T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T13:41:06.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, your probably wondering how I got your sites. I found them all off of D.C's Site. If you do not wish for me to have your sites on mine then please leave a comment saying that I am creepy and you don't want me buggin you on your blog. In other news I have added a MOVIE OF THE DAY section to my side bar. Check it out...you might learn something. (Oh, just click on the movie title and it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107748057060365803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107748057060365803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107748057060365803' title=''/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-107742262191329872</id><published>2004-02-21T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T20:06:26.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just wrote a huge damn entry and the operation timed out while it was posting&amp;publishing. Well here's what you missed:Congrats to the people who made EarnestI am concered for the seniorsCraig made my day a billion times better and therefore he owns.I bought a hatI am pissed at myself for not being able to find Stagebrush theatre and missing Stefanie's showI wonder when the exec. producer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107742262191329872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107742262191329872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107742262191329872' title=''/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-107725504374567234</id><published>2004-02-19T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:00:25.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friends are nice to have in high school. If you don't have them then you should get them. Friends have made my life a heck of a lot better. By the way I have a commenting option now...so comment away! Oh and this movie is gonna shake up the world!http://i.imdb.com/Photos/Ss/0338013/eternal_sunshine_of_the_spotless_mind_ver4.jpg	</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107725504374567234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107725504374567234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107725504374567234' title=''/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-107716216159173590</id><published>2004-02-18T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T20:18:24.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I could say about today. Good Good Good. Let's just say that  peter pan can fly. It may be apparent that this blog thing is new to me...and it is. With practice, I hope to put my thoughts on this screen with much more efficiency. I don't know why I started this thing. I guess I just felt like I had to. I've never really been the one to hang out with a posse of friends. For now I'm just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107716216159173590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107716216159173590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107716216159173590' title=''/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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-6099243.post-107687552123762876</id><published>2004-02-15T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T19:32:06.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never doubt yourself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107687552123762876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6099243/posts/default/107687552123762876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeydigi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107687552123762876' title=''/><author><name>Mikey D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08374214070725317385</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>
