<?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-4843214697810089259</id><updated>2011-12-08T21:14:02.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... hello?... uh... is this thing on?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aaron Patrick McGregor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097060607271954534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQS7iqYDSFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t45SMegiea8/S220/P3090361.JPG'/></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-4843214697810089259.post-3460048487703382578</id><published>2009-12-06T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:06:20.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends</title><content type='html'>the past few days have been really rough around here. but tonight i took the time to be around some friends and they completely made me feel better. they didn't know anything was wrong, they were just being themselves but i really appreciate them in my life. i'm not sure who i would be without them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-3460048487703382578?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/3460048487703382578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843214697810089259&amp;postID=3460048487703382578' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/3460048487703382578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/3460048487703382578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-friends.html' title='Good Friends'/><author><name>Aaron Patrick McGregor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097060607271954534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQS7iqYDSFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t45SMegiea8/S220/P3090361.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843214697810089259.post-4609238517195518604</id><published>2009-11-02T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:52:36.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Bella Del Sur</title><content type='html'>It's been 37 months since i returned from from mission to Argentina. i miss it a lot. the people there are absolutely crazy but i love them because they are the kindest people i have ever met.  here are a few pictures of my mission.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/Su8eozBXVHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fLtjMylrV28/s1600-h/Buenos-Aires-air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/Su8eozBXVHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fLtjMylrV28/s400/Buenos-Aires-air.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399568164480046194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is "Capital Federal". Buenos Aires is a province but also is the name for the city located within the province. kinda like the whole New York , New York thing. it's the capital and by far the largest city in the country. i heard it's the largest city in the southern hemisphere, i believe it too. it's HUGE. there were about 60 missionaries or so just in the big city covering millions and millions of residents. it's way crowded. a lot of the tall buildings you see here are not businesses but apartments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The tower you see is called "El Obelisco" it's a monument they stuck in the middle of the city. the avenue leading into it is La Avenida 9 de Julio. it's the widest avenue in the world. it's a pain the butt trying to cross it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/Su8ef3CAjoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GJWkD14xzKA/s1600-h/828144414_572b17b4d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/Su8ef3CAjoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GJWkD14xzKA/s400/828144414_572b17b4d3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399568010937667202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These colorful buildings  belong to what is called "El Caminito". it' s probably the biggest tourist attraction in the city. it has an interesting story. it's a village located in a port. back in the day this was an area full of prostitutes and transvestites... gross! but now because of the colorful buildings it's turned into a tourist attraction. the tranis and whores have moved a little further inland since then. on a normal day the streets are full of vendors, artists, musicians, and tango dancers. it's actually pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/Su8d0ye-plI/AAAAAAAAADo/OtDNO2fJtpM/s1600-h/1164796153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/Su8d0ye-plI/AAAAAAAAADo/OtDNO2fJtpM/s400/1164796153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399567270982624850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rio Grande, Tierra de Fuego, Argentina. this is about 500 miles from Antarctica. Tierra de Fuego is an island located on the very southern tip of Argentina. this was one of my favorite areas just because it was a completely new culture to me. i would love love love to go back and visit here someday.i chose this picture of apartments because the majority of the people in my area lived in apartments like these. these things are all over town so it's easy to get lost. the end. sorry if this isn't interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-4609238517195518604?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/4609238517195518604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843214697810089259&amp;postID=4609238517195518604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/4609238517195518604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/4609238517195518604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-bella-del-sur.html' title='La Bella Del Sur'/><author><name>Aaron Patrick McGregor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097060607271954534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQS7iqYDSFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t45SMegiea8/S220/P3090361.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/Su8eozBXVHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fLtjMylrV28/s72-c/Buenos-Aires-air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843214697810089259.post-461604002224928268</id><published>2009-10-30T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:48:55.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SusaALwlezI/AAAAAAAAADA/NtXsw-ILBf0/s1600-h/happy+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SusaALwlezI/AAAAAAAAADA/NtXsw-ILBf0/s400/happy+halloween.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398437168792566578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading through my blog and i noticed that there aren't very many entries at all and the entries i do have all usually tend to theme on music. i'm a music freak. it's my passion and i love it. but just because i'm crazy and it's the day before halloween i decided to do a halloween blog.&lt;div&gt;here's some memories of past halloweens and what it means to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1. when i was a kid i LOVED halloween mostly because of the free candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. i grew to hate halloween when i was a teenager because i was a scrooge but i love it &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;again. mostly because of the free candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3. my favorite costume i ever had was when i was like 4 or 5. i was the easter bunny. and i &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;looked awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4. my least favorite costume of all time is the year i was obsessed with the Mighty Ducks &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and i went as a hockey player. i made the costume myself out of my soccer uniform. no &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one got it and i was scared to go down hills in my roller blades so i went home very upset, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;changed my costume to a soccer player and grudgingly walked around town in my cleats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. my favorite memory of halloween revolves around food (i'm chubby). when we were &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;young my brother and sister would take me out to get candy with my mom and my dad &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;would stay home and make hamburgers and homemade fries and pass out candy to the &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kids. his burgers always tasted best on halloween. one year we had a small party in my &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;house and my uncle gordon was wearing a scary mask and i cried and cried cried. he was &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;really scary that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;6. my least favorite memory of halloween takes place when i was a senior in high school. i &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was 17 and i was stricken with appendicitis. i had my appendix removed about a week &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;before halloween but also had an infection due to the surgery. i was released from the &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hospital just a few days before halloween. my brother and sister were already out of the &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;house because they're older than me and my parents went somewhere else for halloween. i &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was confined to the couch and couldn't walk. so i turned off the lights and laid on the couch &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by myself staring at the ceiling listening to kids having fun. it sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;7. i LOVE haunted houses. i think they're so much fun. when i was like 8 or so we had a &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"haunted house" in my den. i don't remember if it was scaring or not but i kinda want to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;work in a haunted house next year. it'll be fun to scare the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;8. this year i'm dressing as a boat....? i'm not sure why. i have no idea where the idea came &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from but i just wanted to be something big. i need to build it sometime today but i'm kinda &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nervous about how to go about building a boat. noah had the same problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-461604002224928268?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/461604002224928268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843214697810089259&amp;postID=461604002224928268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/461604002224928268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/461604002224928268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/2009/10/booo.html' title='BOOO!!!!!'/><author><name>Aaron Patrick McGregor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097060607271954534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQS7iqYDSFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t45SMegiea8/S220/P3090361.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SusaALwlezI/AAAAAAAAADA/NtXsw-ILBf0/s72-c/happy+halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843214697810089259.post-2317547682133001093</id><published>2009-10-29T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:28:49.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Gonna Run To Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This summer i made a trip back home to Salado, Texas to visit my family. i planned the whole trip around a certain concert. this concert...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SulBu8xzdQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vs5eTSUe7YI/s400/Dylan-Admat-440.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397917903225058562" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mellencamp was great. Willie Nelson blew me away and Bob Dylan left me in awe. i ended up going by myself but i didn't mind. i was left with a smile on my face the entire drive home. Dylan plays a very important role in music for me. everyone i listen to credits him as a huge influence. i honestly believe the reason the shape of popular music is the way it is today (whether that be good or bad) is because of this man. some of my fondest memories growing up are of my dad taking me on a drive in his truck listening to Dylan and referring to the lyrics. great visuals. not many people in my generation like Dylan but i do. that's all that matters. Bob Dylan, thanks for coming to Central Texas. it was truly a pinnacle moment in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-2317547682133001093?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/2317547682133001093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843214697810089259&amp;postID=2317547682133001093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/2317547682133001093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/2317547682133001093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/2009/10/everybodys-gonna-run-to-him.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Gonna Run To Him'/><author><name>Aaron Patrick McGregor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097060607271954534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQS7iqYDSFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t45SMegiea8/S220/P3090361.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SulBu8xzdQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vs5eTSUe7YI/s72-c/Dylan-Admat-440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843214697810089259.post-5204372406241832815</id><published>2009-06-14T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:10:22.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rediscovering The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SjWMLl0RLnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3FR2UCeUSdE/s1600-h/the_beatles-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SjWMLl0RLnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3FR2UCeUSdE/s400/the_beatles-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347334263330123378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one who knows me knows that as a little kid i was the biggest Beatles fan ever. i remember  skating (yes, roller skating) around listening to them. they were the first band i really discovered for myself. it was their early stuff that hit me the hardest. i'm not sure exactly what happened the first time i heard them but it was like before that moment i had been asleep or at least deaf. when i first payed attention to their music all of my senses came into full effect. it was so happy (haha perfect roller skating music), so fresh, so full, so true, so good. my life soon changed thereafter. the first cd i owned was of the Beatles. i spent my time watching Help and A Hard Day's Night and Beatles documentaries. i even had the haircut. my nights consisted of me sitting in front of my dad's stereo listening to his Beatles records. the bug bit me big time. Ringo Starr was my favorite. so i decided i needed to play drums and that's how i got into music. anyone who knows me also knows that music is a big part of my life. the Beatles single-handedly got me into music. some time passed and one night i went to a campout at a friend's house. we all brought different music to listen to on his CD player. i brought the Beatles and when i put it on they turned it off within the first 10 seconds and made fun of me. then they put on TLC. for some reason that really affected me and i soon started losing interest. i still really liked them and when i heard their songs i always knew the words but i never listened to them by myself. until today. i was cleaning my room. i had my itunes on shuffle and the Beatles popped up and that same feeling i had when i first heard them came back. i feel alive. i feel good. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXh4EuJa2TU"&gt;Help&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-5204372406241832815?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/5204372406241832815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843214697810089259&amp;postID=5204372406241832815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/5204372406241832815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/5204372406241832815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/2009/06/rediscovering-beatles.html' title='Rediscovering The Beatles'/><author><name>Aaron Patrick McGregor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097060607271954534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQS7iqYDSFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t45SMegiea8/S220/P3090361.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SjWMLl0RLnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3FR2UCeUSdE/s72-c/the_beatles-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843214697810089259.post-8383305749076317579</id><published>2009-05-17T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:09:58.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SHOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/ShD_MvRVOhI/AAAAAAAAACA/-jnkbxL8-Go/s1600-h/P5130095_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/ShD_MvRVOhI/AAAAAAAAACA/-jnkbxL8-Go/s400/P5130095_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337046152746711570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/ShD_CYYUUnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wyh0Gvs2z_Q/s1600-h/P5130046_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/ShD_CYYUUnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wyh0Gvs2z_Q/s400/P5130046_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337045974803305074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/ShD-zNltcAI/AAAAAAAAABw/aMgRwLZp9X8/s400/P5130039_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337045714208649218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manchester Orchestra (Top) played with Fun (Middle) and the Audrye Sessions (Bottom). it was a really fun show and i def needed to get out of Idaho for awhile. this was my second time to see Manchester Orchestra and it was as good as the first and in some ways better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-8383305749076317579?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/8383305749076317579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843214697810089259&amp;postID=8383305749076317579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/8383305749076317579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/8383305749076317579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/2009/05/manchester-orchestra-top-played-with.html' title='THE SHOW'/><author><name>Aaron Patrick McGregor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097060607271954534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQS7iqYDSFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t45SMegiea8/S220/P3090361.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/ShD_MvRVOhI/AAAAAAAAACA/-jnkbxL8-Go/s72-c/P5130095_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843214697810089259.post-5203206897236864216</id><published>2009-05-09T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:55:55.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SgYIdKJExoI/AAAAAAAAABg/AP42Xn3EtzU/s1600-h/lemonade-stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SgYIdKJExoI/AAAAAAAAABg/AP42Xn3EtzU/s320/lemonade-stand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333960105698576002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i opened a lemonade stand in the park across the street with my room mate Johnny. we broke even and got free lemonade. as we were attempting to sell our lemonade we discovered that there are quite a few rude people in this town who don't appreciate us. but on the other hand there are a lot of good friends who came out to the park specifically to support us. thanks friends. you're the best. we're hoping to do it next week too. just for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-5203206897236864216?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/5203206897236864216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843214697810089259&amp;postID=5203206897236864216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/5203206897236864216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/5203206897236864216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/2009/05/bussiness.html' title='Business'/><author><name>Aaron Patrick McGregor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097060607271954534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQS7iqYDSFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t45SMegiea8/S220/P3090361.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SgYIdKJExoI/AAAAAAAAABg/AP42Xn3EtzU/s72-c/lemonade-stand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843214697810089259.post-946481649121743755</id><published>2009-05-04T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:45:34.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALBUM OF THE WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/Sf97Cr5FpkI/AAAAAAAAABY/dxlbSipGmjY/s1600-h/Otisdockofthebay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/Sf97Cr5FpkI/AAAAAAAAABY/dxlbSipGmjY/s320/Otisdockofthebay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332115769902081602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ALBUM OF THE WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1968) The Dock of the Bay- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otis_Redding"&gt;Otis Redding&lt;/a&gt;. Released posthumously after his death in December 1967 which was brought about by a plane crash in Wisconsin. the title track is probably Otis' most famous song. his voice will make you relearn how to feel and the energy of his band will make you think you know how to dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-946481649121743755?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/946481649121743755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843214697810089259&amp;postID=946481649121743755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/946481649121743755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/946481649121743755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/2009/05/album-of-week.html' title='ALBUM OF THE WEEK'/><author><name>Aaron Patrick McGregor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097060607271954534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQS7iqYDSFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t45SMegiea8/S220/P3090361.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/Sf97Cr5FpkI/AAAAAAAAABY/dxlbSipGmjY/s72-c/Otisdockofthebay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843214697810089259.post-7638780535122927325</id><published>2009-05-04T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:30:00.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT A GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what do you do when there's someone you admire from afar and every time you get close you wish you were further away? -not far away in a bad way. just far enough so she would never know how inadequate you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-7638780535122927325?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/7638780535122927325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843214697810089259&amp;postID=7638780535122927325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/7638780535122927325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/7638780535122927325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-girl.html' title='ABOUT A GIRL'/><author><name>Aaron Patrick McGregor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097060607271954534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQS7iqYDSFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t45SMegiea8/S220/P3090361.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843214697810089259.post-1344847182122210209</id><published>2009-05-01T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:00:18.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SfvtILPJjlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pq7FX0MO_cI/s1600-h/teenwolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SfvtILPJjlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pq7FX0MO_cI/s320/teenwolf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331115308634181202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;TEEN WOLF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;For the first time in like 12 years i watched this movie. it was cool when i was a little kid but i think it's safe to say that this film has not lost any of it's appeal. 80's movies set in high schools are always so dramatic. this particular one involves Michael J. Fox suddenly discovering that he inherited a gene pool with a spooky past. he becomes a werewolf and is immediately accepted by his peers when he unleashes his werewolf strength during his high school basketball games. the real trouble comes when he starts to evaluate who he really is and how he wants to be remembered. This movie is way funny although i don't think it was meant to be. i'm super glad i watched it tonight. you should too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-1344847182122210209?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/1344847182122210209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843214697810089259&amp;postID=1344847182122210209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/1344847182122210209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/1344847182122210209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/2009/05/teen-wolf-for-first-time-in-like-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron Patrick McGregor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097060607271954534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQS7iqYDSFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t45SMegiea8/S220/P3090361.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SfvtILPJjlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pq7FX0MO_cI/s72-c/teenwolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843214697810089259.post-7564956332040724024</id><published>2009-04-28T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:41:31.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Well Soon</title><content type='html'>LAVERNE (my car) is sick. recently i had the tran$mi$$ion replaced, but now i think something is wrong with the fuel system. hopefully it will be a quick, easy, cheap fix. i try to take car of my car but its always one thing or another. i just want her to be healthy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-7564956332040724024?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/7564956332040724024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843214697810089259&amp;postID=7564956332040724024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/7564956332040724024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/7564956332040724024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-well-soon.html' title='Get Well Soon'/><author><name>Aaron Patrick McGregor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097060607271954534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQS7iqYDSFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t45SMegiea8/S220/P3090361.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843214697810089259.post-4647012987062650093</id><published>2009-04-27T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:49:07.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SfZbQwzMUdI/AAAAAAAAABI/-j82eVk1pCA/s1600-h/f57996rb6df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SfZbQwzMUdI/AAAAAAAAABI/-j82eVk1pCA/s320/f57996rb6df.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329547552575214034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ALBUM OF THE WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(2002) Perfecting Loneliness by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jets_to_brazil"&gt;Jets to Brazil&lt;/a&gt;. Blake Schwarzenbach (the ex-frontman of the punk band Jawbreaker and who is currently heading the NYC-based band The Thorns of Life) offers awesome lyric driven rock. Blake's lyrics are so detail-oriented that the entire album feels like it was personally written for you by an old friend, not to mention that the music is incredible. Probably Blake's poppiest yet most complex release. This is one of those albums that is impossible to fall asleep to. It immediately grabs you and leaves you thinking about the music for days after. ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-4647012987062650093?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/4647012987062650093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843214697810089259&amp;postID=4647012987062650093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/4647012987062650093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/4647012987062650093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/2009/04/album-of-week-perfecting-loneliness-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron Patrick McGregor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097060607271954534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQS7iqYDSFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t45SMegiea8/S220/P3090361.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SfZbQwzMUdI/AAAAAAAAABI/-j82eVk1pCA/s72-c/f57996rb6df.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843214697810089259.post-3915887020281712624</id><published>2009-04-26T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:02:28.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Posting Ever</title><content type='html'>this is my first posting in years... actually, its only been a few months but it feels a lot longer than that. i've been pretty busy lately. here's a synopsis of the last few months:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saw the effect of working 50+ hours a week (on the sound crew for the university i attend) as well as pretending to be a full-time student. a word to the wise, this is not easy to do. in fact it's so not easy to do that i failed a couple of classes and ended up getting kicked out of school (academic suspension).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Academic Excellence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since i got kicked out of school i also lost my job since only students can work there. also, i lost my apartment. only students can live in the apartment complex i was living in at the time. so yeah, i got kicked out of school, lost my job, and lost my apartment all in the same day. plus the transmission in my car was shot and in the shop in Rexburg, Idaho... poop. my parents were not thrilled to hear that their youngest son had accomplished all this in such a short amount of time (especially since there two other offspring are lawyers), but like good McGregors they weren't rash at all. they were more concerned and supportive. i love them. Christmas was awkward because of my stupidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JANUARY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the time came for me to decide what to do with the rest of my life. since my car was still stuck in the shop i kinda had to return to Idaho even though i had no real life or prospects. i went to retrieve Laverne (my car). it was not ready of course so i ended up bunking with a friend of mine until it was ready. some background on the car: i put her in the shop in November it was now January and the car was still not ready. i was mad. my original plan was to pick up the car and return to Texas to live with my parents and attend a recording school until i got back on my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing as how i was stuck in Idaho, i needed something to do with my time. i needed a job. so i started working at a phone center by the name of Western Watts. it was a telephone survey company. not my cup of tea. but i needed the dollars. i worked there for a month until my car was finished. i normally have a very strong work ethic but this place sucked. i would find ways to skip out as much as i could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Am The Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since my car was in the shop for 3 months my brother Joseph (who gets what he wants, thus, qualifying him to be a lawyer) decided it would be good to take legal action against the shop where my car was held captive. he gave me some advice and i took the advice to the owner of the shop and was promptly given my repaired car at a discounted price. Thanks Joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intervention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My very good friend Jeff told me a tale of a kid who was in my very predicament and how his problem was resolved and was allowed admission back into school. i was pretty set on leaving Idaho, returning to Texas and attending a recording school and just accepting the fact that i would not be a college graduate. but then i started thinking sensibly and i took the advice and appealed the suspension. i took the petition to the admissions office and the girl told me it would take 2-4 weeks to file it. i had to write an essay for the petition and i felt really good about it. the very next day i was notified that i was re-admitted. thus earning my job back immediately. thanks Jeff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i worked and signed up for a few classes to stimulate my brain. things were good. i love Texas and i really wanted to return but i was also glad that i could stay and maybe someday be a college graduate. also i had an awesome group of friends that i didn't want to leave behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some pretty good shows and the discovery of some new good music as well as a pilgrimage to the far away land of aaron's past music explorations: Jet's to Brazil, Mineral, Sunny Day Real Estate, BRAID, Texas Is The Reason, Samiam, Pavement, Promise Ring, Vitreous Humor, The Replacements, and others. the mid 90's as well as late 80's were good to music (even though Jets to Brazil was late 90's early 00's).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a promotion (kinda) i got moved from doing live audio which i love into the Recording Studio here on campus. this was a huge blessing considering i wanted to go to a recording school. Free Knowledge is great!!! also, we're revamping the entire studio soon so that's even better for educational purposes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 Great Upcoming Shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conor Oberst (from Bright Eyes) and the Mystic Valley Band are really good. they decided to play a b-day concert for me on Saturday June 20th, 2009 in SLC. thanks Conor! so i will totally attend. also, tonight i was inspired to look on Bob Dylan's website and i learned that he will play a show in Texas right when i was planning to visit. Aug 4th. with....... john mellencamp..... and Willie Nelson. tickets are kinda expensive but it's Dylan and Willie in Austin. so that brings us up to date. good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-3915887020281712624?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/3915887020281712624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843214697810089259&amp;postID=3915887020281712624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/3915887020281712624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQTtG_dCozI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jXJ_Zyz2uRc/s1600-h/candide1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQTtG_dCozI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jXJ_Zyz2uRc/s320/candide1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261590969043821362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-1167902047496406987?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/feeds/1167902047496406987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843214697810089259&amp;postID=1167902047496406987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/1167902047496406987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843214697810089259/posts/default/1167902047496406987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Aaron Patrick McGregor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04097060607271954534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQS7iqYDSFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t45SMegiea8/S220/P3090361.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKmr_kXkuA8/SQTtG_dCozI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jXJ_Zyz2uRc/s72-c/candide1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843214697810089259.post-2732485041892943313</id><published>2008-10-26T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:18:13.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ba ba ba ba ba dum dum doowee doowee ugh!!!!!</title><content type='html'>i started a blog because a lot of my friends and/or family have them so i thought it would be a good way to "connect" with them since i live on the opposite end from my family. thing is, i don't really know what i'm supposed to do with a blog. i guess just write about what's on my mind...?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love music. i know this is hard for many people to understand but music is my hobby. whether i'm just listening to it, playing it myself, going to a show, being in a record store looking for new bands, or reading about bands in books and magazines... it's what i love to do. people make fun of how much i adore music. but i don't care. it has a power over the mind to recall certain memories and feelings. i have so many good memories of riding with my dad (Gary Lee) on the back roads of Central Texas and him cranking bob dylan, ccr, mott the hoople, or other bands. that was one thing we could always connect with. it wasn't just riding through the country playing music. it was a series of tutorial sessions. although it would annoy me sometimes, he would turn down the music for a minute and explain to me a little about the history of the band and what was going on in that time of history and what inspired the songs he played for me. the music he played for me was the soundtrack of the 60's and 70's. music is the soundtrack of history. our kids will hear songs we grew up with and think of issues we are presently dealing with. - i also have bad memories associated with music. teenage angst is something everyone who has dealt with puberty can understand. i remember coming home from a bad day of school, throwing down my backpack on the living room floor and immediately hopping on the second drumset i hot-rodded (with money i worked hard for at a pizza place) and just going crazy for a little bit and turning that rage, frustration whatever it was into something upbeat that in turn actually made me happy and turned my day lighter. i remember feeling alone on friday nights at home in my room listening to music and trying to figure it out on a bass i bought with that same money. music, as pathetic as it sounds, was my only friend for a long time. that's why i love it so much. because it was always there for me. in the immortal words of Tim Armstrong from rancid, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i got the music, i got a place to go&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843214697810089259-2732485041892943313?l=aaronpatrickmcgregor.blogspot.com' alt='' 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