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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Words from a computer programmer in training.</description><title>//no comment</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @huntersguiltypleasure)</generator><link>http://huntersguiltypleasure.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>On the way home from school</title><description>Kesha (we r who we r): I'm so sick of being so serious, its making my brain delirious.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: I don't think that's the cause...</description><link>http://huntersguiltypleasure.tumblr.com/post/2927289083</link><guid>http://huntersguiltypleasure.tumblr.com/post/2927289083</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jan 2011 13:52:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>take2</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Today was not really a good day, I wish I actually could have a second take on what happened&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I mean, some good things happened like Aura coming to visit me from her university. But the rest of the day was far from what I wanted.&lt;br/&gt;My mother began to complain about me not reconciling my bank statements and about what i was doing with my time, which I truly through was an inappropriate action considering she was blaming Aura for most of it while she was in the room&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;So Aura got upset and left. I wanted to stop her, but I am still unsure as to why I didn&amp;#8217;t and I apologize for it&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Work was pretty stressful, there was one time when I began to think it was too stressful and I thought I wasn&amp;#8217;t cut out for it and felt like I shouldn&amp;#8217;t be there&amp;#8230; But then my phone vibrated in my pocket and immediately I knew who it was. It was Aura trying frantically to call and text me to see if i was alright. (because I usually work till about 9 and it was 10:40) And just knowing that she cared enough to worry about me got me through the work day. I honestly don&amp;#8217;t believe I would have gotten through the day in tact if it wasn&amp;#8217;t for her text messages.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;~Your programmer,&lt;br/&gt;hunter&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://huntersguiltypleasure.tumblr.com/post/2876759069</link><guid>http://huntersguiltypleasure.tumblr.com/post/2876759069</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 13:40:27 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>To defeat the enemy, one must become the enemy… </title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfds7tvgRF1qgwi6xo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;To defeat the enemy, one must become the enemy… &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://huntersguiltypleasure.tumblr.com/post/2857917460</link><guid>http://huntersguiltypleasure.tumblr.com/post/2857917460</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2011 11:23:53 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Today was slightly an uneventful one. I didn&amp;#8217;t have school because of the snow the previous...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Today was slightly an uneventful one. I didn&amp;#8217;t have school because of the snow the previous day, which is good because I didn&amp;#8217;t want to deal with douche bag drivers&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So i had no idea what i was going to do&amp;#8230; My mom started cooking shrimp fried rice because it was only me and her. (Skyler hates sea food and my dad hates Chinese food) And just as she was about done, they both came home. My dad from work and Skyler from his friend tubs&amp;#8217; house..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I decided to play a little guitar today&amp;#8230; I poped in the DVD that came in the bundle with my old guitar. And I figured out I&amp;#8217;ve been fingering the G chord wrong. (There are so many things wrong with that sentence) and I figured out that i have trouble switching between an F chord and the G chord. (which feels foreign now) and right when i put my guitar stuff up and began to work on my bank statements, I had a big surprise when i looked to see why my dog was freaking out. Aura showed up and surprised the hell out of me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wasn&amp;#8217;t scheduled to work tonight but i got a text from the other bus boy asking if i could cover for him. So I told him I would because I could use the hours. &lt;br/&gt;The big upside for working at a fast food Mexican restaurant is free chips and sauce.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And that was basically my day in a nut shell. (although i should say tortilla shell)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;~your programmer&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;hunter&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://huntersguiltypleasure.tumblr.com/post/2854678034</link><guid>http://huntersguiltypleasure.tumblr.com/post/2854678034</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2011 03:04:00 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
