<?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-5640649</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:22:37.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's Quality Time</title><subtitle type='html'>You have to be a 'player' to win the game...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640649.post-111100705410484779</id><published>2005-03-16T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:04:14.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well i have been extremely busy with school recently and i've just been in a crappy stressed mood for a few weeks and thats not gonna end till the summer.We went out on Sat to a uni bar and then to a local bar...I picked up this fair skinned brown girl who i gotta say was really really sexy...she is 18 and wasnt drinking when i met her. We danced a little bit and i got her number..i called her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/111100705410484779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/111100705410484779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111100705410484779' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110876125372010667</id><published>2005-02-18T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T13:14:13.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK a lot has happened in the past 18 days...too much to write it all but here are the most important parts:1) The girl I met last time I was out...well she can't handle any culture and so it was over before it started2) 2 weeks ago we had a buddy come down from T.O and in two nights we finished an 2 40's of Rye.On friday night we hit a uni bar and nothin really exciting happened...i threw up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110876125372010667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110876125372010667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110876125372010667' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110717995020689151</id><published>2005-01-31T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T05:59:10.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday's Bar Story:9:30pm : I get back to my place after being out of town and take my first drink9:31 : I take my second drink9:32 : I take my third drink9:35 : I finish my forth drink9:40 : People are over and the drinking continues9:45 : I call Sand to tell him we are leaving at 10pm but he doesnt answer his phone9:50 : Still drinking10:00 : I call Sand to tell him we have left </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110717995020689151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110717995020689151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110717995020689151' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110680969769605586</id><published>2005-01-26T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T23:08:17.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I called the chick on the sunday and left a message saying"Hey, just callin to see when u wanted to link up so give me a shout when u get this @ blah blah"I never got a call back...like i said I didnt think id get the date and i really dont care..2 busy with school right now catchin up on a shit load of work! I have a midterm tomorrow and its 2:02am and im going 2 bed..fuck it!Nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110680969769605586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110680969769605586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110680969769605586' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110634380748386962</id><published>2005-01-21T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T13:43:27.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is gonna be short and bitter...I called the blonde bombshell...a) last sunday..she didnt pick upb) on the monday and she was on her way to work so i told her id call back on tues.c) on tuesday at 1:30pm and woke her up....but we talked for bout 20mins and made some small talk and then I asked her if she wanted to link up and she said she did but she was busy with work and wouldnt know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110634380748386962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110634380748386962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110634380748386962' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110588677040922277</id><published>2005-01-16T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T06:46:10.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went out to the bar on friday and it wasn't the most interesting of nights...nothing really happened which kinda sucked. The only thing that made the night for me was running into a girl that I had met on NYE.I went up to this blonde bombshell and opened conversation with "where do i know u from?" and she turned and started to say something when I jumped in and told her I met her on NYE and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110588677040922277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110588677040922277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110588677040922277' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110550257351073558</id><published>2005-01-11T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:02:53.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Officially Single.Got a call last night from Michelle...she told me the same thing she had at the club and that was: "it's just the wrong time for it to happen". It was a relief and I felt re-energized, I think she could kinda tell because I told her that I had no regrets and I'm glad we finally got it sorted because I didn't want it over my head with school and all.The truth is, even if she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110550257351073558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110550257351073558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110550257351073558' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110522215732212164</id><published>2005-01-08T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T14:09:17.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well last night was horrible...I had decided later on in the evening that I knew me and Michelle were through because I figured she had met someone else and that is why she was givin me the cold shoulder. We ended up goin to a club:11:15 : We get to the club and the line is 4 ppl wide and maybe 100 or more long11:20 : We get inside the club cause im not an idiot and I had already got us on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110522215732212164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110522215732212164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110522215732212164' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110513864820389952</id><published>2005-01-07T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T14:57:28.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I gave Michelle a call yesterday and left a msg with her roomie but never heard back...I call back today: The jist of the conversation  was that she is to busy to get together this weekend which i understand cause she told me that she wasnt sure if she'd be going out but then I asked about sunday and she said she was gonna be doin school stuff and then she threw in "i wont be going out all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110513864820389952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110513864820389952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110513864820389952' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110503622596881554</id><published>2005-01-06T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T10:30:25.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw Michelle at the bar the other night and her initial reaction when she saw me was great. I went over to her as she was talkin to one of her friends gave her a quick hug and told her to come find me when she was free. Throughout the night I kept bumping into her and I joked around with her and told her how sexy she looked and then at the end of the night when she was about to leave I told her</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110503622596881554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110503622596881554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110503622596881554' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110478323203615159</id><published>2005-01-03T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T12:13:52.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realzied something today as I was talking to Sand...he is jealous of me because i'm dating someone and he isnt. I couldnt believe it but the "advice" he was telling me and the things he was saying were unreal. I made a joke about how I thought the girl, lets call her Michelle, met someone else on NYE back in her home town and he was like "she prolly did", "she doesnt want to see you anymore", "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110478323203615159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110478323203615159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110478323203615159' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110470228397802564</id><published>2005-01-02T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T13:44:43.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I almost started the new years as an asshole...7:30 : We started to drink..me with my rye and ginger and my boys drinkin rum and coke9:30 : On my 8th drink and my boys were still on #4...i wasnt impressed9:35 : I poured us all shots...except mine was water..i had been drinkin them under the table and was out of it but I knew if i took a shot of rum id puke my guts out!!9:37 : I poured as all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110470228397802564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110470228397802564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110470228397802564' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110434249064404780</id><published>2004-12-29T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T09:48:10.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went out to the bar last night totally shit-housed! My roomie came back from the States with so much booze I almost wet myself! I shit you not! We started drinking at around 7 and after the first drink which was rye and water it all got a little sloppy. I didnt know it at the time but I found out during the night that the first drink that we pounded was mixed with 1/4 of twixer!We got to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110434249064404780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110434249064404780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110434249064404780' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110367292230103342</id><published>2004-12-21T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T15:48:42.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Question: Is it wrong to speak the truth?I was talking to a girl at work today, who by the way has a great ass, and I was telling her that a lot of the people I've met at work have said how they wanted to go out to the bars with me because of the stories I tell them (ie. the cheerleader story... leave that for another time) and I told her that I was never gonna go anywhere with them because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110367292230103342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110367292230103342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110367292230103342' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110350077797313538</id><published>2004-12-19T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T15:59:37.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Managed to find a buddy to hit the bars with last night...everyone else was either studyin or too tired to go cause of exams. I guess I can respect that cause lord knows next term when i'm back i wont be going out during exams.It was an interesting night...started with a trip to one bar called Philthys where I'm pretty much VIP and as soon as I walked in I met about 15 ppl that I hadn't seen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110350077797313538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110350077797313538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110350077797313538' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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-5640649.post-110341070846751832</id><published>2004-12-18T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T14:58:28.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey,A couple things you need to know about this blog:This is really more for me than you...just a place where I can write whatever I feel like instead of keeping it to myself. For some reason it helps me get on with my life instead of bottling it all up insideForgive the spelling errors, bad grammer, slang, swearing and whatever elseI've had this blog for a couple years but didn't update it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110341070846751832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5640649/posts/default/110341070846751832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualitytime.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110341070846751832' title=''/><author><name>Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183797007603199427</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>
