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  <title>Hello World O_o</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m a guy of many talents...&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m also 18 now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socially, I can pretty much fit into any schema I&apos;m placed into and still make friends to boot.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be with the nerds, the prissy prep girls, the asshole jocks, even those weird kids who watch anime non stop and make constant 4chan references. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only few I&apos;ve found difficulty thus far with is the generic &quot;self interested&quot; asshat that can be anyone essentially, and the downright illogical idiots who think they&apos;re right when they clearly not. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, if need be, i could be a GIANT prick about everything and fit right in, but then i just feel like a dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny consequence I find is that with this flexibility, I&apos;ve picked up a seemingly infinite amount of nicknames. &lt;br /&gt;Patrat was my first one. When I was little, and before my parents divorced, I remember have a preschool friend who would always call me that. Since then I&apos;ve had almost every possible variation of the name &quot;Patrick&quot; that I could&apos;ve never imagine on my own. &lt;br /&gt;Some are, but not limited to, &quot;Patrat, Patpat, Patty, Patty cake(s), Pattricky, Pa&apos;trat (It bothers me that some people can&apos;t figure out that pat and rat are two separate words...), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per music I generally extremely flexible. I can pretty much listen to anything (besides fucking country..) and get same level of entertainment out of it. &lt;br /&gt;Now most people tell me&lt;br /&gt;&quot; :O (Insert nickname here), country is so deep and emotional, and to here it coming from the seasoned vocal cords of big macho southern men is almost touching.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True. To that I say the novelty wears off after you&apos;ve either stopped feeling bad about somthing in your life, or if you&apos;re me, after the first three songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s slightly hypocritical for me to say that really, because after all, I&apos;m one of those assholes who enjoy techno (aka &quot;electronica&quot; to the more inclined), but then again when I listen to music, half the time i&apos;m purely enjoying the melody as opposed to the miscellaneous lyrics to whatever song; Techno seems to pull this off for me. &lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i said i was a guy of many talents, I lied by the way. The above statements aren&apos;t really talents persay, just traits of my personality I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;Not that I&apos;m going to change it because chances are, if you&apos;re reading this(which i highly doubt), it wouldn&apos;t really matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like talking about my life now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy hanging out with my miscellaneous friends more than anything in the whole god damn world. is is prbably due to the fact that fr the majority of the year I&apos;m stuck in &quot;Boringasfucktown&quot;, Connecticut. It&apos;s in the Fairfield region, which normally i&apos;d be thrilled about but then again my Nazi-esque over protective parents(dad and stepmom) have ensured I don&apos;t get into that sort of crowd...&lt;br /&gt;This really puts a damper on things as it&apos;s really made me lose interest in the place, however I digress. Don&apos;t worry, I&apos;m not done complaining about that part yet. &lt;br /&gt;The best place in my life is where I originally grew up.&lt;br /&gt;The tiny community known by the name of, &quot;Block Island&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Best fucking place.&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;Summers especially. &lt;br /&gt;Not only do i get to get away from &quot;boringasballstown&quot; but I get to contrast that with the complete opposite living setting.&lt;br /&gt;Fairfield is nice and all, being all &quot;proper like&quot; on the outside and &quot;Crazy as apeshit&quot; on the inside, but on Block, i get to flip that around and have the time of my life. &lt;br /&gt;Not to mention summer isn&apos;t fucking FREEZING COLD.&lt;br /&gt;You may be asking yourself why i would leave the place I&apos;m most truely happy in...&lt;br /&gt;Answer. It isn&apos;t wise to indulge in happiness and never get the taste of what&apos;s on the other side of it.&lt;br /&gt;The main reason to this hypothesis was my school setting. &lt;br /&gt;Relaxed as that happy dude who sells weed to all the local 16 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;This can prove to be hazardous when it comes to making important future decisions, and suprisingly at my young age i knew this. My dad and step mom, whom i do love by the way, live in an area with one of the best public schools &quot;in the country&quot; supposedly rivaling private schools. And despite the fact i knew i wouldn&apos;t enjoy it, I also didn&apos;t enjoy the corpse dead winters of Block, whering there was literally nothing for my prepubescents self to do. Which leads to my recent years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been so bored i&apos;ve found wonderful ways to just sit around the house, wasting away my days doing abso-fucking-lutly nothing constructive with my life. Not that that can&apos;t be mildly entertaining... MMO&apos;s seem to fill the time quite nicely :D&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t even gotten a LICENSE yet which is really the main source of my extreme excess in freetime. Not that i don&apos;t want one, it&apos;s just that i have no fucking clue how to drive.&lt;br /&gt;I have my permit, but all i had to do was read the driver&apos;s manual. To get a license you need to have USED your permit to on multiple occasions. Unfortunately, this is somehow my fault, according to my parents, as apparently I don&apos;t &quot;beg enough&quot; to driven. No joke. They want me to beg. &lt;br /&gt;To drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I&apos;ve been trying t correct a lot of the flaws in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly college prep, SAT&apos;s, and the driver&apos;s license issues. &lt;br /&gt;College prep I&apos;ve been procrastinating with a passion, and SAT&apos;s...&lt;br /&gt;Well at least i got them done in time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working on drivers license, all i have to do is walk in to take the test, however i still need to be taken out of the house and drive somewhere to actually learn the use of the bleeding contraption.&lt;br /&gt;*shrug* &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sure I&apos;ll figure things out.</description>
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