<?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-7587028</id><updated>2011-09-01T08:11:40.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spente Uncensored</title><subtitle type='html'>Basically I will write about what I have done each day and chances are high that it will be sweet. SO BACK OFF! Click on the words in green, they are links.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10813489121019389759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/72079_44124436533@N01_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587028.post-110306202401456620</id><published>2004-12-14T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T14:07:04.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>runts rule</title><content type='html'>i like chewy runts. they are way better than the regular runts. also, we rented the terminal and the scheme with jimmy fallon.  the terminal was alright but i fell asleep for 10 minutes. hopefully the scheme will be better. "aint nothin' funny bout havin' no money!" im way pumped for the theme party. i also put gak on jonnys face when he was sleeping. it was way awesome.  well this is getting gay, maybe we'll return later on tonight when we are fucked up looking like golf pros and tennis hoes.  peace out bitches. one&lt;br /&gt;p.s. we are going to be shit fucked for breakfast at midnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587028-110306202401456620?l=alexwente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/feeds/110306202401456620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587028&amp;postID=110306202401456620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/110306202401456620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/110306202401456620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/2004/12/runts-rule.html' title='runts rule'/><author><name>Spente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10813489121019389759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/72079_44124436533@N01_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587028.post-110292230533138727</id><published>2004-12-12T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T23:18:25.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're baaaaaaaaaaack</title><content type='html'>so ashley and i are sitting here after drinking a bunch of foreign beer.  i have a marketing final due tomorrow that i havent started yet but oh well. schools overrated. ashley spilt beer all over my futon. what a bitch licker.  i hate that chick.  she always comes over uninvited looking for ass. what a piece of white trash.  i wonder if she thinks she is hot shit?  anyways on to me.  I am hot shit unlike ashley, everyone around here is so lame, they don't even drink during finals.  they call themselves college students????? Wrong, i don't think so.  i almost won an ipod tonight but sara won it instead. too bad im trading arnie his ipod mini for my 20 inch tv. i cant wait for christmas break because its going to be so tight. i plan on working at the heidel house on the weekends and hopefully at the HCM on the weekdays. but who knows.  johnny k and flyin brian and i are going to the jerry springer show during break which is going to kick some major ass. we will be so loaded for it. we also plan on taking a roadie to canada to make fun of canadians. because come on, they are canadians. they suck. we will get really wasted at the bars and then drive back here to good ole wisconsin.  next semester we are all taking weight lifting for men so we will get so huge. i cant wait to get buff so i can get all the ladies. haha.  ashley wants to go to great america but its off season. that sucks for her. she had a free ticket too! we need to finish our beers and pass out. so check back later for some new posts hopefully. only if we have enough time!!!! now my blogs not inactive!! yeaaaaaaaaaaah. drop it like its hot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587028-110292230533138727?l=alexwente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/feeds/110292230533138727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587028&amp;postID=110292230533138727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/110292230533138727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/110292230533138727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/2004/12/were-baaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='We&apos;re baaaaaaaaaaack'/><author><name>Spente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10813489121019389759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/72079_44124436533@N01_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587028.post-109147273608091959</id><published>2004-08-02T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T11:52:16.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>well ive came to the conclusion that blogs are pretty gay. to tell you the truth, im just too lazy to type on this thing about my life. therefore, this is the end. maybe i will start it up when i get back to school but i dont know, i dont know if ill have enough time!! (old school) so peace out bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587028-109147273608091959?l=alexwente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/feeds/109147273608091959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587028&amp;postID=109147273608091959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/109147273608091959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/109147273608091959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/2004/08/end.html' title='the end'/><author><name>Spente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10813489121019389759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/72079_44124436533@N01_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587028.post-109120797494905188</id><published>2004-07-30T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T10:19:34.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why did you have to leave me?</title><content type='html'>I love lauren. i miss you and im sad you moved. please come back to me because i cant stand not seeing your pretty face anymore. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587028-109120797494905188?l=alexwente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/feeds/109120797494905188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587028&amp;postID=109120797494905188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/109120797494905188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/109120797494905188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-did-you-have-to-leave-me.html' title='why did you have to leave me?'/><author><name>Spente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10813489121019389759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/72079_44124436533@N01_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587028.post-109097824548426992</id><published>2004-07-27T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T18:32:02.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeeeeeeeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kottonmouth.trouble-free.net/~exbyte/updates/gymgirls/gymgirls.htm"&gt;this is the coolest thing i have seen in a long time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587028-109097824548426992?l=alexwente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/feeds/109097824548426992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587028&amp;postID=109097824548426992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/109097824548426992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/109097824548426992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/2004/07/yeeeeeeeah.html' title='yeeeeeeeah'/><author><name>Spente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10813489121019389759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/72079_44124436533@N01_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587028.post-109082178971905039</id><published>2004-07-25T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T23:03:09.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E.S.A.D.B</title><content type='html'>I don't know where I left off but all I&amp;nbsp;do is swim during the day and get drunk at night. I worked on Saturday til 6 and then hung out with Amanda from work. We went to Italian fest in Racine, drank some beers and then went to the bars. I got so hammered and then passed out on a couch at Greg's house. I woke in the morning and I couldn't find my keys. I was still drunk and I finally found them and drove home. I slept til about 4, went to the pool and hung out and got some food. Then I went home and hung out and then went&amp;nbsp;to a family party where I did some tequila shots and drank some beer. After that was done I went to zachs cause it was his birthday today and drank some more beers. So now I'm about to get my white ass some sleep because I got a big day of doing nothing tomorrow&amp;nbsp;ahead of me. Well maybe I will play some golf or some tennis but who knows. Peace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587028-109082178971905039?l=alexwente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/feeds/109082178971905039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587028&amp;postID=109082178971905039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/109082178971905039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/109082178971905039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/2004/07/esadb.html' title='E.S.A.D.B'/><author><name>Spente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10813489121019389759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/72079_44124436533@N01_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587028.post-109029450216154184</id><published>2004-07-19T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T21:09:26.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booya</title><content type='html'>Basically I drove about 700 miles in the past 3 or 4 days. I got really fucked up and had an excellent time.&amp;nbsp; I really don't feel like going into detail about everything but I will give you a recap of where I was and what I did kinda.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wednesday I drove to Ripon. (I think it was Wednesday) and got really hammered with my friends. The next day I hung out in Fondy with Brady and Tara and Sara and Sarah and we went swimming and then to the Fondy faire. It was really white trash and I went on some sweet carnie rides. After that I drove home and got home around 2 or 3am.&amp;nbsp; I woke up and had to work. After work I drove up to Milwaukee with mike and we went to a kegger where there was about a 3:1 girl guy ratio. And the girls there were really hot. So that was cool. I passed out on a futon at the house. woke up, mike and I left and I went over to get john so we could go to rock city. After ringing his bell for about 15 minutes, he finally got up and let me in. I guess he was passed out on the floor. So we hung out, I took a little nap. Then I took a shit out of the 4th floor window. That was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we left his place, drove to mundelien Illinois to get Jessica. On the way, rob called me up and told me that he was having a party and that he need guys there because there were more girls than guys coming. So we got to Jessicas, told her that we weren't going to rock city to see Anna and that we were going to Chicago. She said that was fine and that it wasn't a big deal. We drove down and stopped at johns in Chicago. We had dinner, hung out and then took the L to robs. We tapped the keg and got drunk. It was really fun and then we decided to go downtown to the bars. We got to the bars and got really really messed up. Johns sister and Kristin were dancing on the bar and on the polls, dumping water on each other. That was excellent and I drank one for that. So around 4am, the time the bar was starting to close, john and I took 2 shots and drank a beer really fast.&amp;nbsp; I don't remember anything after that but I was told that we took the taxi back, I passed out on the balcony on a rolling chair. Rob had to carry me to the couch and I woke up in the morning and we went out to breakfast. (probably still drunk.) that was really good. So I got back to johns and said goodbye to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drove up to Kenosha, went to polo, hung out at my house and then drove up to Milwaukee. In Milwaukee we went to this lame ass kegger with some warm beer. That sucked. I didn't drink because of that. I said bye to john and I met up with dreu, Tara (dreus gf), Kristen, Kyle and lee at festa Italiana. We hung out there til midnight. I drove back and fell asleep. Today I went to the pool and took a 3 hour nap. It was glorious. So that was my fun past couple days. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;here are some "cool" pictures of Phil Cool right &lt;a href="http://www.thetachifraternity.org/modules.php?set_albumName=album53&amp;amp;id=100_0317&amp;amp;op=modload&amp;amp;name=gallery&amp;amp;file=index&amp;amp;include=view_photo.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thetachifraternity.org/modules.php?set_albumName=album47&amp;amp;id=DSC00240&amp;amp;op=modload&amp;amp;name=gallery&amp;amp;file=index&amp;amp;include=view_photo.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; oh and &lt;a href="http://www.thetachifraternity.org/modules.php?set_albumName=album36&amp;amp;id=DSC00306&amp;amp;op=modload&amp;amp;name=gallery&amp;amp;file=index&amp;amp;include=view_photo.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587028-109029450216154184?l=alexwente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/feeds/109029450216154184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587028&amp;postID=109029450216154184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/109029450216154184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/109029450216154184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/2004/07/booya.html' title='Booya'/><author><name>Spente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10813489121019389759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/72079_44124436533@N01_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587028.post-108982434739635514</id><published>2004-07-14T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T18:30:27.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS</title><content type='html'>Yowzers. I worked another 2-7 shift at work which was boring as hell because nobody really came in. I shot the shit with some people I work with and I got to leave around 6:30. Before work, Zachs mom brought me and zach and his gramps out to eat at Applebees. MMMMMMM it was good. So after work i went to the club and hung out for a little bit, ate a gyro and then went back home to change into some nice clothes. I met up with zach and we went out to a party at this kids house. It wasnt that bad actually. I got kinda drunk  but not that bad. After that, I went to his house and passed out. Originally zach and i were going to head up to Canada for a road trip but that never happened cause i have to work on Friday 11-9 which &lt;a href="http://www.sexfarm.com"&gt;sucks horse cock&lt;/a&gt;. So today, Wednesday, will consist of me going to the pool and hanging out trying to get a tan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587028-108982434739635514?l=alexwente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/feeds/108982434739635514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587028&amp;postID=108982434739635514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/108982434739635514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/108982434739635514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/2004/07/holy-knights-of-columbus.html' title='HOLY KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS'/><author><name>Spente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10813489121019389759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/72079_44124436533@N01_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587028.post-108973478773122645</id><published>2004-07-13T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T09:06:27.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day</title><content type='html'>Not a whole lot happened today. I woke up, drove over to Zachs house and threw rocks at his window to wake his lazy ass up. Then we went to Best Buy so he could return some speakers and I could buy some blank CD's and a CD case. After that we went to the country club and got some food.  It was so humid outside I was sweating just from sitting down. We left there, hung out at his house in the air conditioning and I went to work at 2. Work was easy and fun today. I met a new girl that works there named Kirstin who's about my age. She seems cool. After work was done I went home only to get bitched at by my mom for some dumb reason. I went out to dinner with my dad and little brother Aaron, AKA Arnie, AKA Mud. After dinner I came back home and hung out until my mom started bitching at me again. I told her just to leave the house and she told all of us that we should leave. So I just stopped whatever I was doing, got up and got in my car and just drove. I went up to Milwaukee and hung out with John. I called up my brother Adam and met up with him and some of his friends for a little bit at Alan and Fufu's apartment. We then went back to the Marquette side of Milwaukee and went to the bars. Johnny bought me my drinks cause he felt bad about me being in a bad mood. We took 4 shots in a row of Liquid Cocaine and drank beer after beer until I was hammered. Then we walked back to his place and I parked my car only to get a parking ticket in the morning. fuck that. I drove John to work and I drove back. Hopefully today will be fun. Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587028-108973478773122645?l=alexwente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/feeds/108973478773122645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587028&amp;postID=108973478773122645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/108973478773122645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/108973478773122645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/2004/07/day.html' title='Day'/><author><name>Spente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10813489121019389759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/72079_44124436533@N01_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587028.post-108961138322296050</id><published>2004-07-11T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T07:24:32.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ole' Spente</title><content type='html'>In case you forgot, this is what I look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/72117_44124436533@N01_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587028-108961138322296050?l=alexwente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/feeds/108961138322296050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587028&amp;postID=108961138322296050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/108961138322296050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/108961138322296050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/2004/07/good-ole-spente.html' title='Good ole&apos; Spente'/><author><name>Spente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10813489121019389759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/72079_44124436533@N01_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587028.post-108958334588022896</id><published>2004-07-11T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T21:35:57.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frickin' Sweet Weekend</title><content type='html'>     I set my cell phone alarm to go off at 6:45 am so I would have enough time to shower, get packed and go to the bank all trying to make it to the 8:47 am train. Well my phone never went off, but luckily I woke up around 7:45 and got all my shit together and made it to the train in time. 5 bucks round trip is a good deal for my ticket too. While on the train I sat by myself and read the book &lt;a href="http://www.henryholt.com/holt/nickelanddimed.htm"&gt;Nickel and Dimed&lt;/a&gt;. I couldn't concentrate because I was too busy looking at the different people on the train. Some lady and her husband strike up a conversation with me about &lt;a href="http://www.ripon.edu"&gt;Ripon&lt;/a&gt;. So as the train gets packed some girl asks to sit next to me. I said sure. She wasn't that hot and she had really bad breath. She told me that she read the book I'm reading and that it was really good. That was all I said to her. Did I mention she smelled like &lt;a href="http://www.teamcpa.com/images/Jack%20Scans/farts.jpg"&gt;my farts&lt;/a&gt;?  So I get down to Chicago and Rob picks me up in his &lt;a href="http://www.nissanusa.com/vehicles/MediaGallery/0,,30382,00.html#photos"&gt;Z&lt;/a&gt;. We went back to his place, which is pretty cool. We were hungry so we walked around and I got a sandwich from a sweet Italian deli. We saw some really hot girls in Starbucks but decided not to go in. After going back to his place and eating, we watched Back to School on comedy central for a little bit. We had a couple hours to kill before his friend Katie came. So we drove around Michigan Ave and he also showed me around the other parts of the city. Rob definitely knows how to drive that car too. I thought we were going to crash cause he was driving so fast, but it was fun as hell.  Its kinda weird how many people look at you when you in a nice car. &lt;a href="http://195.241.75.99/kladblog/image/200403/springbreak.htm"&gt;A lot of hot girls&lt;/a&gt; that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So Katie came over and I met her. She was pretty cute. About 5 feet tall only. So we drank some beers and then took the L down to the concert around 5pm. The concert was outside and luckily it was a beautiful night. We got some more beers and got right up in the front middle which was really cool because it was the closest I've been at an OAR concert. &lt;a href="http://www.mattnathanson.com/"&gt;Matt Nathanson &lt;/a&gt;was the first opening act. He was pretty good. Played a couple songs and then &lt;a href="http://www.howieday.com/"&gt;Howie Day &lt;/a&gt;came on. He played for about 30 minutes I think. Well probably longer but I don't remember. We were surrounded by hot girls which was cool, but then these nasty twins came that knew these girls in front of us. They were really bitchy and I put both my hands on one of there shoulders real fast for some reason. She turned around and snapped on me. I laughed and she told me not to touch her again. So we continued to make fun of her and then they finally left after Howie Day was done. So now it was getting dark and OAR came on. It was so cool. We were all dancing and all that shit. I'm pretty sure that I made eye contact with the lead singer, &lt;a href="http://musiceffect.com/oar/pictures/picture_7.html"&gt;Mark&lt;/a&gt;. (don't think I'm gay or anything but it was sweet.) They played an awesome set with some songs that I never heard live before. &lt;a href="http://www.oarsa.org/features/viewsetlist.php?showID=877"&gt;Here is the setlist&lt;/a&gt;. So we continued to drink and I peed and peed and the line got long. So a couple of us just pissed behind the port-a-pottys.  So I got a beer at the tent and it was 4 bucks each.  I paid with a 10 dollar bill so I should get 6 bucks back right? Well the lady came back and was like, "you paid with the 50 right?" and I'm like, "yup" and took the 46 bucks she handed me. I then just quickly went back to where I was standing in the crowd and didn't look back. That was sweet. But I did feel kinda guilty for taking it. It must have been the 9 years of catholic schooling. Oh well. So after the kick ass concert was done, we walked over to the bar &lt;a href="http://www.joesbar.com/"&gt;Joes&lt;/a&gt;. There was a line so we waited. I used my sweet fake and got in like flint. 10 dollar cover charge though sucked. But it wasn't my money. haha. So we got some pitchers and hung out. There were a lot of people there and there was a band playing. I was getting sick of beer so we got some jager bombs. I did about 3 at Joes and we drank 4 or 5 pitchers.  Some of Katies friends were there and some people that rob knew too from work or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After Joes got old, we walked to another bar that I forgot the name of. 5 buck cover charge there. Oh well. I drank more beer, danced with a lady in a brides gown. Rob didn't want anymore shots so Katie and I took some more jager bombs.  After hanging out there for a while we took a taxi somewhere and there was some huge bike parade or some shit on this road. Traffic was kinda slow so I was giving &lt;a href="http://www.graysgang.com/images/Gray_Howie_Long/high%20fives%20for%20gray%20and%20nathan.jpg"&gt;high fives &lt;/a&gt;to the bikers passing by. That was sweet. I was drunk. So we got out and walked around but most of the bars were closing. One was open til 5 but rob and I didn't have pants on (we were wearing shorts) so we couldn't go in. So we took the taxi back to robs place. I went back upstairs and layed down and fell asleep on the couch. That was an awesome night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So I wake up in the morning with a nice hangover. I drank some tonic water and then rob and I decided to go see &lt;a href="http://www.anchorman-themovie.com/"&gt;Anchorman&lt;/a&gt;. It had a pretty weak plot but Will Ferrell was funny as hell and I laughed a lot during the movie. So after the movie was done, I went back to robs and got my stuff packed up and he dropped me off at the train station. I got on the 2:30 train back to K-town. I sat by the same 4 girls that were on the train going to Chicago yesterday. I didn't talk to them but I watched as they got hit on by these two dirty kids with some weak ass game. Oh well. Mike picked me up from the train station and dropped me off at home. I hung out, burned a new OAR cd which is good. I then drove over to Zach's and hung out and ate a pig that his dad killed. Man was that good. I ate until I was full, watched some &lt;a href="http://www.spiketv.com/shows/series/joeschmo/"&gt;Joe Schmo 2&lt;/a&gt; and then came back to my house and walked my dog by the lake. That was that and now I'm just hanging out because I'm tired and not really in the mood to do anything. Overall, I had an awesome weekend and maybe I'll do it again soon. Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587028-108958334588022896?l=alexwente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/feeds/108958334588022896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587028&amp;postID=108958334588022896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/108958334588022896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/108958334588022896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/2004/07/frickin-sweet-weekend.html' title='Frickin&apos; Sweet Weekend'/><author><name>Spente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10813489121019389759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/72079_44124436533@N01_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587028.post-108943081368714061</id><published>2004-07-09T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T21:44:21.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why a blog?</title><content type='html'>Well, its almost 10pm on the 9th of July and for some reason I felt like making a blog. Usually I make fun of people with blogs, but then I thought that by making this, people will know what I'm up to. If you are wondering why this thing is called Spente Uncensored, I will tell ya. To make things short and sweet, I spent 200 bucks on a &lt;a href="http://www.beansnappers.com/Dancers/DCP02723.JPG"&gt;stripper &lt;/a&gt;when I was really wasted and after it was done I got really pissed cause I didn't get shit. I was with zach and john Schwarz. Schwarz just said, "You dumbass, why did you spend 200 dollars on a stripper. You are not Wente, you are now Spente." And that stuck. Oh well. I will start off with what I did today.  Today I woke up and followed my brother to my grandmas so he could drop off her car. I dropped him off at home and then I went and got my haircut. After getting faded up nicely, &lt;a href="http://www.jsonline.com/sports/prep/dec02/100502.asp"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt; (my brother) and I went to the country club to get some food and hang out by the pool until he dropped me off at work. I had the chicken tenders from the buffet. They weren't that bad actually. Adam then dropped me off at the Historic Century Market, or HCM if you will. I will explain what I do at work.  First of all, the HCM is a nice upscale specialty market with a deli, grocery, imported beer and good wine.  I am the cashier. Its not that bad because I get to talk to a lot of people everyday and check out &lt;a href="http://www.milfhunter.com"&gt;MILFS&lt;/a&gt;.  I work with some cool people actually. Will, who we have known through the family. He used to be outta control but now he probably took some ritalin and calmed down.  Kevin, who was roommates with my cousin Mike at Minnesota. He is like 30 but he acts like a teenager. Basically all we do is make fun of customers at work and talk about girls.  I also work with Amanda, who is 21 and pretty hot but has a chunky ass.  She comes off as a bitch but is kinda cool when you get to know her. I hear she has a gun too. Weird. I also work with Jill, who just got her license. She is cool and her dad is the owner.  Anyways, that is basically all the people that work there and that I want to explain.  So it was really slow today and I got so bored that I drew the Miller Lite logo on a piece of paper. I ate some food that expired yesterday and it was good. Im used to it by now seeing as though that's all we have in my house and my mom thinks its a good idea to have that around the kitchen.  So my dad picked me up from work around 8 cause we were closing early and probably because Kevin wanted to go get hammered. A couple people called me up tonight to see what I was up to and if I wanted to party but I was too tired from standing up all day.  So that takes me when I got home. I talked to &lt;a href="http://www.perkalicious11.blogspot.com"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt; for a little bit, Lindsay and Katie called me, along with Zach. When I got home, my mom was bitching as usual because that's all she knows. My dad was chill because he's a pimp. Anyways, my mom was bitching because my room was a mess and she threatened to throw everything away if I didn't have it cleaned up for the deaf cleaning lady when she comes. I got in a fight with her like I do mostly everyday. So now I'm just hanging out in my clean room listening to some Kanye West. Tomorrow I'm taking the train to Chicago to see &lt;a href="http://www.ofarevolution.com"&gt;OAR&lt;/a&gt; for the 5th or 6th time.  My &lt;a href="http://lenwa.blogspot.com/"&gt;big bro Ro(b)&lt;/a&gt; bought 4 tickets to the concert. 2 for him and 2 for me. What a pal. I was going to go with Kati because she had an ID and she is fun to be around.  She just told me yesterday that she cant come so that really sucked. I couldn't find anyone else to bring so I'm going to bring my white ass down there alone. I told Rob to get somebody else to come so I'm sure everything will be fine.  &lt;a href="http://maps.yahoo.com/maps_result?ed=M7tNO.p_0TqT&amp;csz=kenosha%2C+wi&amp;country=us&amp;new=1&amp;name=&amp;qty="&gt;So here I am&lt;/a&gt;. Sitting here typing. Hopefully I will keep up to date on this thing so you all know more about my exciting life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/?movie_id=62582"&gt;This is really funny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587028-108943081368714061?l=alexwente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/feeds/108943081368714061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587028&amp;postID=108943081368714061' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/108943081368714061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587028/posts/default/108943081368714061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexwente.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-blog.html' title='Why a blog?'/><author><name>Spente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10813489121019389759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/72079_44124436533@N01_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
