<?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-500785312452060617</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:29:14.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lunch Room</title><subtitle type='html'>This Blog is about me Khari Ferrari, I would like to publish some of my thoughts so I can get them out of my head. This seems like a interesting thing to do with my spare time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelunchroombeats.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500785312452060617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelunchroombeats.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr Ferrari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09123480817728377562</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-500785312452060617.post-1517261938596289221</id><published>2008-05-23T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:07:27.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Blog (Find It Hard)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666"&gt;So a guy walked in to a bar...... na i am not going there. I am sitting in a house in LA (north Hollywood) listening to the cars go by, waiting to do something, while waiting for a call from my friend Brook (lil history: he is a great music mind, we well hear from him soon) I am here in support of my friends and the betterment of my musical knowledge and and over all life experience. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666; min-height: 20.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666"&gt;I like it here, its a live tv show. and its called "LA" I really think they should do that. but make it how it really is. Not so played up but not to trashy. I think everything is a lil to extreme. Not everything but I guess....**PAUSE** &lt;b&gt;warning:&lt;/b&gt; Ferrari is a person that can't make is mind up but I do have several Ideas. **PLAY** (I wonder what people think about how I write) I know its not the best, but I think I can get more organized over time (my thoughts of course).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666; min-height: 20.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666"&gt;So back to the LA thing. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666; min-height: 20.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666"&gt;A show about how the LA clubs are people staring at each other trying to figure out who the other person is. And it should be a comedy with drugs and cars, drinks, rich people, underage people, leprechauns and stuff like that. I would love to watch that. LOL &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666; min-height: 20.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666"&gt;And to be honest I started doing it to could not help it. I started to see all the people that were on tv and in film, and thin I started to think I kind of wish this was a movie right now and they would make me laugh or the bar tender would start throwing kicks and the room slowed down. LOL I know that is pretty crazy- but, thats what I came up with. I really like to dance, but I find it kind of hard, its like I am being watched. (&lt;b&gt;RANDOM&lt;/b&gt; lol)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666; min-height: 20.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666"&gt;So now I am pretty hungry, I find it kind of hard staying over someone's house and that they say make yourself at home, and also they say you can get what ever you want out of the freezer (and yes I do say freezer). Its so hard. I got myself a glass of OJ and the next thing I did was walk to the store and bought a 2L of Dr. Pepper. (Hard.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666; min-height: 20.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666"&gt;I also got some mexican food that was tasty. steak (sorry vegetarians) wrapped with beans, rice, sour cream, lettuce, tomato, onions, cheese, some red creamy stuff, GREAT. I really like mexican food. Food is cool I think even if we did not NEED to eat food, I would still do it. I met someone that could not taste anything, pretty crazy right. That is no joke that is just sad. I would go insane, he did not really enjoy it ether I wonder what he is doing now. hmm&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666; min-height: 20.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 17.0px Georgia; color: #666666"&gt;well I think I am going to wrap this up I don't want to look at this screen any more and I need to get ready. I need to figure out how to put songs up on here. I did this track its really 80's influenced.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/500785312452060617-1517261938596289221?l=thelunchroombeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelunchroombeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1517261938596289221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=500785312452060617&amp;postID=1517261938596289221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500785312452060617/posts/default/1517261938596289221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/500785312452060617/posts/default/1517261938596289221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelunchroombeats.blogspot.com/2008/05/1st-blog-find-it-hard.html' title='1st Blog (Find It Hard)'/><author><name>Mr Ferrari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09123480817728377562</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
