<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262</id><updated>2009-02-21T07:42:30.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Davis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262.post-117250760126629189</id><published>2007-02-26T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T08:33:21.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road to recovery</title><content type='html'>The ligament in my knee is healing slower than expected after the motorcycle accident I had in early December.  It sucks to see the basketball team playing without me.  This is my senior year.  I was supposed to make a big contribution at point guard this year, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my Dad keeps reminding me how disappointed he is that I'm not playing.  Basketball was the one thing he was ever proud of me for.   I haven't even been hanging out with the guys on the team except for Shamar and his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liv has been coming around again lately.   I'm just not into it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21810262-117250760126629189?l=kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/117250760126629189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21810262&amp;postID=117250760126629189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/117250760126629189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/117250760126629189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-road-to-recovery.html' title='On the road to recovery'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00631718468447969362'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262.post-116542822236173885</id><published>2006-12-06T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T10:03:42.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for the Holidays</title><content type='html'>It's not that I'm looking forward to spending time with my family but I'm ready for this semester to be over.  One more semester and I'll be out of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has not exactly gone as planned.  First I was knocked out at Raven Lake and then I sprained my ankle and haven't been able to play any basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what my former best friend, Luke, is doing since we only have a couple of classes together.  We mostly just see each other in the hall as we're headed in opposite directions.  I kinda miss the good ol' days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21810262-116542822236173885?l=kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/116542822236173885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21810262&amp;postID=116542822236173885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/116542822236173885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/116542822236173885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/2006/12/ready-for-holidays.html' title='Ready for the Holidays'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00631718468447969362'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262.post-115591441988594192</id><published>2006-08-18T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T08:20:19.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raven Lake</title><content type='html'>Liv and some other people in my class are talking about going up to Raven Lake.  It seems like it'll be a lot of fun.   Maybe I'll get a chance to work on my tan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, I have a &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/atwtkevin"&gt;MySpace page&lt;/a&gt; now.  Yes, I know it's the trendy thing to do but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone reading this stupid blog?  Sometimes I feel like I can say things here that I can't say to anyone face to face in my real life.  I have a lot of conflicted feelings inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21810262-115591441988594192?l=kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/115591441988594192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21810262&amp;postID=115591441988594192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/115591441988594192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/115591441988594192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/2006/08/raven-lake.html' title='Raven Lake'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00631718468447969362'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262.post-115513222940092779</id><published>2006-08-09T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:03:49.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Pictures</title><content type='html'>Well, I got my senior pictures yesterday.  Here is one of them.  I think I look weird, but I hate myself in pictures.  Only a month until school starts.  I can't believe the summer is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e146/lukeandkevin/karlgirolamo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21810262-115513222940092779?l=kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/115513222940092779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21810262&amp;postID=115513222940092779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/115513222940092779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/115513222940092779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/2006/08/senior-pictures.html' title='Senior Pictures'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00631718468447969362'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262.post-115512626108243033</id><published>2006-07-31T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:04:52.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So-Called Best Friend</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I haven't made an entry in a while. My summer has been busy and I've been dealing with a lot of stuff at home. I won't even get into all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been running hot and cold with Liv. She's cool and all but something just doesn't click between us. But what else can I do? And she's been treating me like garbage since the night Luke ditched us in the middle of nowhere. I can't believe that guy. I've tried to be a good friend to him and look where it got me. I even set him up with Liv's friend, Ada, who is totally hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think Luke and I were going to stay friends forever but now I don't know if we'll even talk when school starts after Labor Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21810262-115512626108243033?l=kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/115512626108243033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21810262&amp;postID=115512626108243033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/115512626108243033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/115512626108243033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-called-best-friend.html' title='So-Called Best Friend'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00631718468447969362'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262.post-115033944953529173</id><published>2006-06-14T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:44:09.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Job</title><content type='html'>I started my new summer job today at the Country Club.  There are quite a few hotties at the pool so I think this may be a better summer than anticipated.  Thank God school is over.  One more year to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into Luke today.  We're going to hang out again soon.  I'm glad, I've missed the guy, not to get all sappy and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21810262-115033944953529173?l=kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/115033944953529173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21810262&amp;postID=115033944953529173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/115033944953529173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/115033944953529173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-job.html' title='Summer Job'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00631718468447969362'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262.post-114834030772226539</id><published>2006-05-22T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:25:07.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a friend that moved away that you missed for a long time after they were gone?  I sort of have that with Luke, but he didn't actually move away.  I see him in the hallway between classes, but we hardly speak anymore.  We talked that one time at Java and maybe he's mad that I blew him off a bit.  Should I apologize?  It's weird not to have my buddy around, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm starting to wonder if things are going to work out with you know who.  She's been driving me a bit crazy lately.  I'm too young to be tied down anyway, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21810262-114834030772226539?l=kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/114834030772226539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21810262&amp;postID=114834030772226539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/114834030772226539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/114834030772226539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00631718468447969362'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262.post-114753477970730393</id><published>2006-05-13T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T08:39:39.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Coming</title><content type='html'>Can this school year drag on any longer?  A month to go and I'm so sick of it.  This has probably been the worst year ever.  I lost my best friend, my parents hate each other (and me) and I just got my stupid computer working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't anything ever be easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend has been forcing me to watch American Idol with her.  She was sobbing over this Chris dude, but I didn't think he was that great anyway.    Now "we're" rooting for Elliott.  Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much new to report.  Life in Oakdale is as fun as ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day I'm gonna get out of this town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21810262-114753477970730393?l=kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/114753477970730393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21810262&amp;postID=114753477970730393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/114753477970730393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/114753477970730393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/2006/05/summers-coming.html' title='Summer&apos;s Coming'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00631718468447969362'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262.post-114496021622409860</id><published>2006-04-13T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:30:16.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no blog</title><content type='html'>Life has been really hectic lately.  My parents are still going at it on a daily basis.  My Dad even moved out for a few days.  I try to keep to myself and stay out of it.  I wish I had someone to talk to but I don't talk to Luke anymore so there isn't anyone in my life I can trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21810262-114496021622409860?l=kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/114496021622409860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21810262&amp;postID=114496021622409860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/114496021622409860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/114496021622409860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/2006/04/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time, no blog'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00631718468447969362'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262.post-114218500890289757</id><published>2006-03-12T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T09:36:48.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Slate</title><content type='html'>After that little run in with Luke's Dad and all the BS of the past week, I have decided to cut Luke out of my life.  We've been best friends forever, but I'm tired of being public enemy number one with his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't he stand up to his Dad and tell him we're going to be friends and that I'm not a bad influence? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from here on out, I won't be reading his blog, or talking to him at school, or stressing over this stupid situation.  Whatever is going on with him is none of my concern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21810262-114218500890289757?l=kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/114218500890289757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21810262&amp;postID=114218500890289757' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/114218500890289757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/114218500890289757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/2006/03/clean-slate.html' title='Clean Slate'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00631718468447969362'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262.post-114130975261428661</id><published>2006-03-02T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T06:29:12.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody likes me, everybody hates me...</title><content type='html'>I just came from reading my friend, Luke's, blog and man his Dad must really hate me.  We've been best friends for as long as I can remember and now all of a sudden I'm a bad influence.  My parents think Luke is a bad influence on me too, but they're too busy fighting to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Luke told me that he wasn't going to drink anymore.  I believed him when he told me it wasn't a problem, but I probably should have realized that couldn't be possibly with a new friggin' kidney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do without my best friend, my wing man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21810262-114130975261428661?l=kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/114130975261428661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21810262&amp;postID=114130975261428661' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/114130975261428661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/114130975261428661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/2006/03/nobody-likes-me-everybody-hates-me.html' title='Nobody likes me, everybody hates me...'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00631718468447969362'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262.post-113935153415621284</id><published>2006-02-07T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:32:14.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man</title><content type='html'>I just got off the phone with Amy and she reminded me that our US History term paper is due tomorrow.  I so don't want to think about history right now.  Mom and Dad are downstairs fighting yet again.   It's funny how they put on a happy face to the outside world.  No one would ever know how miserable they are together.  No one except for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Luke's blog earlier.  Check it out if you haven't.  Some strange things going on with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better sign off and hits the books.  Can I buy a term paper online?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21810262-113935153415621284?l=kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/113935153415621284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21810262&amp;postID=113935153415621284' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/113935153415621284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/113935153415621284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-man.html' title='Oh man'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00631718468447969362'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262.post-113915933482820085</id><published>2006-02-05T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T09:08:54.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That was some party</title><content type='html'>The party was fun and there was plenty of alcohol.  A few people went a little crazy which normally happens.  The only downside was that Luke wouldn't stay.  He showed up and I thought he was ready to party with me, but then he had to leave.  Now I find out he ran over some girl with his car.  What a night.    My parents thought I was at the library.   I don't know how long I'll be able to use that excuse but I'll milk it while I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I see Luke again soon.  He's my best friend, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21810262-113915933482820085?l=kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/113915933482820085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21810262&amp;postID=113915933482820085' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/113915933482820085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/113915933482820085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/2006/02/that-was-some-party.html' title='That was some party'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00631718468447969362'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21810262.post-113880251905467726</id><published>2006-02-01T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T06:01:59.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party tonight!</title><content type='html'>I ran into Luke today.  I can't believe my parents think he's a bad influence and won't let me see him.  His Mom gave me the evil eye when she was leaving Java. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they making such a big deal out of our drinking?  We're teenagers.   Luke told me his kidney was okay with it, so I don't get it.  The more they tell us not to do something, the more we will want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is a big party tonight on the rooftop.  I hope Luke can make it.  It will be a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21810262-113880251905467726?l=kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/feeds/113880251905467726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21810262&amp;postID=113880251905467726' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/113880251905467726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21810262/posts/default/113880251905467726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevindavisoakdale.blogspot.com/2006/02/party-tonight.html' title='Party tonight!'/><author><name>Kevin Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05900252279371145416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00631718468447969362'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>