<?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-3752999525247988099</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:30:30.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vince's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638040824555370594</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3752999525247988099.post-7584077751660068374</id><published>2008-08-03T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:10:37.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey readers. I'm sorry to say that the rumors are true. I will not be returning to school this fall. I really didn't anticipate this happening but I guess it's life and I have to deal with it. I hope yall have a good semester without me, and know that all of yall will be greatly missed! I'll be seeing you sonner than you think ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3752999525247988099-7584077751660068374?l=vinceproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/7584077751660068374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3752999525247988099&amp;postID=7584077751660068374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/7584077751660068374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/7584077751660068374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638040824555370594</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3752999525247988099.post-665173950110401682</id><published>2008-07-01T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:23:42.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Camp 2008! We're gonna make it great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/SGo7YPCMUeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/95_VkGoK0ag/s1600-h/n172000709_33302178_6599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 201px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/SGo7YPCMUeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/95_VkGoK0ag/s320/n172000709_33302178_6599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218048405800767970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tennis camp is approaching! Yeah! I remember when I was a kid( couple of years ago), tennis camp was the highlight of my year, except for Christmas, my birthday, times I got to travel of course. Anyways, I could never sleep the night before the first day of camp; anticipating all the fun games, reuniting with friends I made the previous year, pizza patties after my hour of play, and just showing my coaches how much I had improved since the last year. Yes, tennis camp always made me excited in my pants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This year however, I have the privilege once again to make camp as exciting as it was for me, for the youth of today. Yes, Coach Keith is coaching at camp this year! Last year was my first time coaching, and that was a success. I even received the Best Coach award for the camp, and made special bonds with the kids, and the other coaches. I really look forward to doing it all again this year, and making it more fun than last year. See you on the court!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3752999525247988099-665173950110401682?l=vinceproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/665173950110401682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3752999525247988099&amp;postID=665173950110401682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/665173950110401682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/665173950110401682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/2008/07/tennis-camp-2008-were-gonna-make-it.html' title='Tennis Camp 2008! We&apos;re gonna make it great!'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638040824555370594</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/SGo7YPCMUeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/95_VkGoK0ag/s72-c/n172000709_33302178_6599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3752999525247988099.post-4150851184818479683</id><published>2008-06-24T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:52:43.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Recent news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/SGFAcxLh7aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0xm2azhh46A/s1600-h/n103400186_30194036_1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/SGFAcxLh7aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0xm2azhh46A/s320/n103400186_30194036_1658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215520706453958050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/SGFAc9p3PeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UWfzdR34_fs/s1600-h/n103400186_30194058_7913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/SGFAc9p3PeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UWfzdR34_fs/s320/n103400186_30194058_7913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215520709802409442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he Stewarts and Eddy just left the island. We had so much fun rocking Anguilla, even my friend Rehan came over to party with us. I liked the way everyone embraced the culture, and tried to learn from us. I feel that that is the most important thing when traveling. Trying the foods, listening to the music, and just doing as the locals do really gives you a better experience of the place. I just want to take this time to thank them for coming, and allowing me to be apart of their Anguilla experience. Ha ha I won't forget  their first "Elvis Beach Bar" experience, the around the island boat tour, our visit to the Pyrat Rum factory, the Stewart ladies and I dancing the pump house, Rehan studying on the beach, Eddy's facial expression when he tasted the pumpkin soup, Kris's crazy driving, the 'dead' body we say on the road...lol, drinking in the hotel room, seeing Robert sweating at Picante, seeing Lisa and the turtle interact, our cat Dawlseen, and our visit with the donkey on the beach! They were a pleasure to play host to, and I hope they had a good time, and are right now making plans to come back! See yall soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3752999525247988099-4150851184818479683?l=vinceproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/4150851184818479683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3752999525247988099&amp;postID=4150851184818479683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/4150851184818479683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/4150851184818479683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-recent-news.html' title='In Recent news!'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638040824555370594</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/SGFAcxLh7aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0xm2azhh46A/s72-c/n103400186_30194036_1658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3752999525247988099.post-3034199341352676400</id><published>2008-06-12T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:07:27.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddy's interesting trip to Anguilla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/SFhBzfMjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/G3fPkinNGfE/s1600-h/n103400940_30191832_2789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/SFhBzfMjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/G3fPkinNGfE/s320/n103400940_30191832_2789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212988921484631490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So usually I write about me, and stuff that has impacted me, well today's no different. One of my fraternity brothers told me that they were coming to visit me on the island. I was excited to show one of my colleagues the place where I grew up, and share some of my culture with them, seeing that it is so different from Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The day came when I had to pick Eddy up from the ferry. As I was sitting, waiting for his boat to come in, there were people talking about how some people missed the boat, and that they had to spend the night in St.Marten. Knowing Eddy's luck I was sure that he was one of those people who got left behind. As the ferry pulled in, I was looking nervously through the fence, just hoping  to glimpse Eddy's unique hair style. People started hurrying off of the boat, no Eddy in sight... I was wondering; What will he do if he got left behind? Will he call? Does he know how to catch a taxi? Does he have money for a hotel? Should I call my aunt?...I had no idea what to do next, then out of no where I see Eddy walking up the peer. He was dressed like a real islander, coming to the island all linen out, stepping with confidence and such. I was very surprised that he had  made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The first thing he did was to come and meet everyone I worked with at the tennis academy. Most people's comments when they walk into the academy's gates are "wow this is amazing" or " how beautiful!" or even "this place is so neat!". Eddy's comments were " I thought it was bigger..." Anyways pushing that aside, we met everyone, and everyone decided that we would go to this bar that night and have a drink, to really welcome Eddy to the island, but not before he tried some of my aunt's island favorite "Ox Tail". I was excited for Eddy to have his first local meal, my aunt even served it with rice &amp;amp; peas, and some vegetables. Eddy took a nibble of it, and insisted that he had had this in the states before, and that it wasn't something new, even though I knew that nothing in the states tasted anything like this. No offence. haha.&lt;br /&gt;  I have to go give some kids a tennis lesson, write more when I'm back! ttyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3752999525247988099-3034199341352676400?l=vinceproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/3034199341352676400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3752999525247988099&amp;postID=3034199341352676400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/3034199341352676400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/3034199341352676400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/2008/06/eddys-interesting-trip-to-anguilla.html' title='Eddy&apos;s interesting trip to Anguilla!'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638040824555370594</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/SFhBzfMjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/G3fPkinNGfE/s72-c/n103400940_30191832_2789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3752999525247988099.post-550155373321572115</id><published>2008-06-04T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:00:00.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only CNN was this interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So I'm out getting my usaul Jonny cake and chicken wings for breakfast, at this little road side vendor (best jonny cakes on the island). Next thing I hear is "Obama much smarter than Condoleezza Rice", so I turn around to see who drunken man this was yelling at his drunken friends. Then I hear other man saying that Obama is a Lawyer, and Condoleezza Rice is just some old  doctor. So I had to stay a little while cause the conversation sounded interesting. Apparently Hillary Clinton lost some contest with Obama, and now he is going to try and get her to be his Vice-President, while John McCain is going  to get Condoleezza Rice to be his Vice president. A woman Vice president, thats different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I usually hear the drunken men talk about boat racing, and who going to with the Calypso show, sometimes even about Anguillian politics. But, now they gone international, I'm proud that they are  broadening their horizons. lol. I would be watching the news everyday if CNN was this interesting. I'll be tuning in tomorrow at the road side vendor, while eating my jonny cake and chicken, to listen to the drunken men talk about issues affecting all of us in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3752999525247988099-550155373321572115?l=vinceproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/550155373321572115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3752999525247988099&amp;postID=550155373321572115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/550155373321572115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/550155373321572115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-only-cnn-was-this-interesting.html' title='If only CNN was this interesting...'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638040824555370594</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3752999525247988099.post-8319567204362514286</id><published>2008-05-31T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:35:57.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats going on these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/SEIYh4QV0RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Axn51_4dNec/s1600-h/n103400186_30176772_2893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/SEIYh4QV0RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Axn51_4dNec/s320/n103400186_30176772_2893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206751089509388562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;It's so convenient to have a blog. I get to speak about stuff people won't want to sit and listen to, but somehow they want to read it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;    I recently started taking voice lessons, don't have big dreams of becoming a pop star are anything, I thought it would be a fun thing to do to past the time in Jackson. I've had two performances, and have had positive feedback. I have the best friends anyone could ask for, they come to cheer me on even if I suck. lol. I've already had some perks from the music business, I was invited to a party where I would be introduced to 'Cowboy Troy', and maybe talk about laying down a track, but he never showed up. I took my friends along with me so I still had a good time with them and the margaritas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'm back home in Anguilla; working at the tennis academy. I spend most of my working hours on the court training, and in the gym working out, best job in the world. lol. I'm really excited that some of my friends are coming from Tennessee to visit me, it's bound to be a good time. Right now I would probably be talking on the phone with my girlfriend, but we decided to go our separate ways. I don't know how I feel about it yet, ask me in a few weeks, I mean I'll always love her, but I don't think it was meant to be anyway. It wasn't the "can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars because I'm in love situation", but oh well it is what it is.We're still gonna be friends, we were best friends before we started dating, but I do miss her!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   On a brighter note I started running again! I used to run for Lambuth for about 6 weeks, my roommate thought it was a good idea. I quit, and ran home one day, but now I think I want my spot back, so I run on the beach everyday. I'm aiming to run 5 miles in 25 minutes because thats the time to beat on the team. I need to be running anyway, my metabolism is slowing down I think, and those cheese burgers are catching up on me. lol.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Thats it for know. TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3752999525247988099-8319567204362514286?l=vinceproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/8319567204362514286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3752999525247988099&amp;postID=8319567204362514286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/8319567204362514286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/8319567204362514286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-going-on-these-days.html' title='Whats going on these days'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638040824555370594</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/SEIYh4QV0RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Axn51_4dNec/s72-c/n103400186_30176772_2893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3752999525247988099.post-5515980885401598373</id><published>2008-02-13T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:59:03.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting, I gues</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt used? Have you ever felt like you were living a lie? I think I am/was, I don't even know anymore. Picture you having a friend, this friend needed you way more than you needed them. So here you are, helping this friend out with everything because their life sucks, and then one day they stop talking to you. Why? You don't know. Did you do something? No. The weird thing about it is the friend turns around and make things seeem like they never needed you at all, and they were just pretending to need help. For what? I don't know, I guess attention. So after all the blood, sweat and tears you wasted on them they just turn their back and acted like nothing ever happened. I've tried to put this in the past, but it still comes up and haunts me. What kind of person is that? Pretending to need help, pretending to car about stuff, and pretending to be a friend? I just don't get people sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3752999525247988099-5515980885401598373?l=vinceproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/5515980885401598373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3752999525247988099&amp;postID=5515980885401598373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/5515980885401598373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/5515980885401598373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/2008/02/venting-i-gues.html' title='Venting, I gues'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638040824555370594</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3752999525247988099.post-1212600412697203370</id><published>2008-01-20T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:58:35.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I always said that I am never going to be like those crazy people, who write all there personal feelings on blogs so everyone could readt it. But I'm going against that.&lt;br /&gt;  Have you ever felt like you have everything you would ever want? But still feel like you're missing a piece of the puzzle? Well you would look at me, and say 'yeah, he's spoiled, he has everything'. Sometimes I look in the mirror, and say the same thing. Lately tho, I've felt incomplete, like theres something missing. I have no idea what it is, all i know is that it's not there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3752999525247988099-1212600412697203370?l=vinceproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/1212600412697203370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3752999525247988099&amp;postID=1212600412697203370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/1212600412697203370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/1212600412697203370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-i-always-said-that-i-am-never-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638040824555370594</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3752999525247988099.post-8874841004426103564</id><published>2008-01-15T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:39:13.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at the ole LU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;Back to the old LU. You would think that coming back to school would have new beginnings and stuff like that. But no, it's the same ole foolishness as last semester. There is still th messed up friends who appear to have become more messed up, the ones who stood on the sidelines, they are still keeping their seats warm, and then theres my circle group of friends, things just kinda kicked off where they started from. So we decided to kick the year off with a 'Ninja' party! Yeah I know I was thrilled to hear about the theme. lol. Well yeah it was a good turn out. I took some jello shots, shotted some vodka, and made a nice mix drink that I carried around. The turn out was very random, people that I never saw in my life claimed they went to Lambuth attended the party. Well you know me, I had to know everybody cause i want to be Mr.Lambuth my senior year, so i went around finding out who people were and who they linked up with. It was kinda weird everyone who I talked to knew who I was, I dunno if it was a bad o good thing. I was drunk so I really didn't care. lol Nevertheless we had a good time drinking, dancing, and laughing at the foolishness. The night kinda ended when one of my friends saw that her expensive vodka was stolen, so she paraded around the house like a pregnant woman looking for her fetus. She screamed at everybody who would listen, and then decided to leave before she got more than she was asking for.&lt;br /&gt;    I'm glad I'm back at lambuth, I missed my girlfriend a lot! I couldn't wait to catch up with my brothers ,and friends. My life just seems like it makes sense when I'm here. The spell check thing isn't working on this computer so I'm sorry for the mispelt words, and i would put pictures up but they will be liability or something someone was trying to tell me. I'll figure it out, because you have to see some of this stuff to believe it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3752999525247988099-8874841004426103564?l=vinceproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/8874841004426103564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3752999525247988099&amp;postID=8874841004426103564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/8874841004426103564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/8874841004426103564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-at-ole-lu.html' title='Back at the ole LU'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638040824555370594</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3752999525247988099.post-498521181441070251</id><published>2008-01-04T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:51:54.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Merry 2008 fellow bloggers and blog reader people! How did yall spend the new year! The new year came, and met me   holding an empty bottle of champaign in my hand. Do you know how spectacular fire works are when your intoxicated?! Haha... It was kinda of a out of body experience. when I first saw them they hurt my eyes like hell, because my stupid ass wanted to get as close to them as possible. At one point I was running away from them because the looked like they were attacking me. Once I hit the  ground, I looked up and the whole sky was on fire with multicolor flames. It looked like one of those collage things that comes in the Cracker Jack boxes. I don't know how to put it into words, but it was an incredible site to behold. I enjoyed being kicked out the V.I.P area and laughing with my cousins that night. Yeah, we 'snuck' into a 5-star resort!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  With a new year there comes New Year Resolutions. I'm never the one to make up a resolution because I don't think it takes a whole year to realize that your living your life the wrong way. This year tho, I came up with one. This year I want to really concentrate on my tennis. I once was good, but just before college my game started to slip, and I didn't care anymore. But, this year I'm going to work to be on top again. This is where the hard work starts... Whats your resolutions??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3752999525247988099-498521181441070251?l=vinceproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/498521181441070251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3752999525247988099&amp;postID=498521181441070251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/498521181441070251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/498521181441070251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title='Happy 2008'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638040824555370594</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3752999525247988099.post-6375326826335170819</id><published>2007-12-26T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T16:39:35.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay! Yesterday was Christmas. Children were all excited around the world to open their presents, parents watched on and felt satisfied just to see the excitement and happiness on their children's faces. Christmas! The day of happiness, giving, receiving and relaxation with your family and friends. But where was I? On a tennis court with a grumpy old men, animals disguised as little kids, and little old ladys who can make an hour seem like years...Christmas was great! lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   All wasn't lost tho, it paid off in the end with all the tips and money from my parents. My job doesn't suck crusty ass all the time. I have fun for the most part. I get to go on the court and have a blast with people from all over the world. They all have different and exciting stories to tell about their lives. The kids on the other part are always a hassle. I feel more like a babysitter rather than a tennis coach. The parents would drop their kids off at the gate and run back to their villas, and leave me with the animals in tennis clothing. I have some fun times with them tho. I dunno how much tennis they learn, but we play dodge ball, 'who could hit the ball the hardest', we have water fights, or we would just sit around talking about nothing. I think I'm doing a good job because I haven't killed anyone yet and I'm getting tons of tips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/R3Lz7bb0yeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kHcyEL6-ibQ/s1600-h/yyyyyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/R3Lz7bb0yeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kHcyEL6-ibQ/s320/yyyyyyy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148445526340192738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3752999525247988099-6375326826335170819?l=vinceproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/6375326826335170819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3752999525247988099&amp;postID=6375326826335170819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/6375326826335170819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/6375326826335170819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638040824555370594</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3l-wzXc7U8/R3Lz7bb0yeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kHcyEL6-ibQ/s72-c/yyyyyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3752999525247988099.post-2665325700492328044</id><published>2007-12-21T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:00:17.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yeah, this is the long awaited launch of Vince's World! Haha! I got bored at home for the holidays so I'm just going to write about stuff thats on my mind and going on around here. I have a dope fresh life here on the Caribbean island of Anguilla. In my head I run the place. So I back out into streets without looking. Yesterday someone hit my car while I was showing off the speed of my father's car to my cousin. I tried to settle things with the other driver. I told him that I'll take care of all the damages, and I'll pay for his food that was spilled. The dumby ended up still calling the cops. Within 5 mins, the police were asking me for a statement, while my parents, aunt, uncle, cousins, and siblings watched from the sidelines. Even tho I knew that it was my fault the accident happened, I made it seem like I was doing a harmful turn, and the speeding car came out of no where and hit me. After all the statements, measuring ,and threatening looks, we decided on a court date and went our separate  ways. That night I decided that I needed a stress reliever, so I bought a cheap bottle of wine, and went to a popular night spot and forgot about everything else. Yes. My name is Keithroy Proctor, and I'm an Alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness. I nearly died last night. I didn't see my life flash before my eyes or anything, but being close to death gives you a better realization about life. It reminds you to live everyday as it was your last, because it really could be. I could of died without letting special people in my life know that I loved them and really appreciated everything that they do and are doing for me. I also wanted to let my not so favorite people know that I forgive them, and life is too short to carry on a grudge over things that doesn't even matter today. I also realized that I haven't done half the things that I really wanted to do. But except for doing them, I spend my days laying around and being unproductive. I found out that if I died I would miss my friends more than anything, especially my very special friend, I realized last night that I love her more than life itself. So I know you hear this a lot. Live everyday as if it was your last, say the things you are thinking, you might not have another chance to. Don't procrastinate! Go fulfill your dreams and goals! I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3752999525247988099-2665325700492328044?l=vinceproctor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/feeds/2665325700492328044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3752999525247988099&amp;postID=2665325700492328044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/2665325700492328044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3752999525247988099/posts/default/2665325700492328044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinceproctor.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-post.html' title='First Post!'/><author><name>Vince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638040824555370594</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
