<?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-8093606</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:39:19.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanderings of my Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Here you are permitted a glimpse into the mind of Joel.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-113901480068669167</id><published>2006-02-03T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T14:23:59.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another waste of time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I know, I've done these before, but its been a while, and things change, so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Basics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Your gender: Male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Straight/Gay/Bi: Straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Single?: nope :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* If not, do you want to be?: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Birthdate: I was born once.... or twice, when you think about it (if you don't get it, read a Bible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Your age: 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Age you act: it depends... anywhere from 2 to 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Age you wish you were: 22 (why is my business)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Your height: 6'1"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Eye color: brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Happy with it?: I suppose so... red eyes could be fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Hair color: Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Happy with it?: sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Lefty/righty/ambidextrous: Righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Your living arrangement: dorm room with the typical dorm room stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Your family: Mom, dad, and brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Have any pets?: I have a turtle here and 2 dogs back home (one is the brother's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* What's your job?: I work at a zoo teaching little kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Piercings?: Not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Tattoos?: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Obsessions?: reading is fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Addictions?: Not any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you speak another language?: some Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Have a favorite quote?: Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The Last Battle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; by C.S. Lewis, and pay attention to what Emith the Calormene says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you have a webpage?: Kinda, I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Deep Thoughts About Life and You in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you live in the moment?: sorta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you consider yourself tolerant of others?: generally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you have any secrets?: of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you hate yourself?: that's getting better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you like your handwriting?: sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you have any bad habits?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* What is the compliment you get from most people?: I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* If a movie was made about your life, what would it be called?: The rise of the Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* What's your biggest fear?: Something bad happening to my mom, dad, brother, or girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Can you sing?: define "sing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you ever pretend to be someone else just to look cool?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Are you a loner?: at times, usually when I want to relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* What are your #1 priorities in life?: doing what God wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* If you were another person, would you be friends with you?: sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Are you a daredevil?: at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Is there anything you fear or hate about yourself?: that's none of your business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Are you passive or agressive?: usually passive, unless I'm really annoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you have a journal?: not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* What is your greatest strength and weakness?: weakness: I can be a bit shy strength: loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?: I want the Force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you think you are emotionally strong?: hmm.... more on that later perhaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Is there anything you regret doing/not doing in life?: yes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you think life has been good so far?: heck yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* What is the most important lesson you've learned from life?: what God wants done will always get done, no matter what you try to do about it, or how often you screw up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* What do you like the most about your body?: my spleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* And least?: I honestly don't care much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you think you are good looking?: good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Are you confident?: I think I'm getting better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* What is the fictional character you are most like?: Tirian (read The LAst Battle)... I can be rash at times, and that causes problems, but I try to do what is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Are you perceived wrongly?: I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Do You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Smoke?: Smoke usually makes me sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do drugs?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Read the newspaper?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Pray?: yes (not as much as I should, though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Go to church?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Talk to strangers who IM you?: sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Sleep with stuffed animals?: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Take walks in the rain?: At times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Talk to people even though you hate them?: sometimes, but not when I can avoid it... I try not to hate people anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Drive?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Like to drive fast?: No comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Would or Have You Ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Liked your voice?: wtf???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Hurt yourself?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Been out of the country?: yep (and hopefully will again someday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Eaten something that made other people sick?: yes (freaking hilarious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Done drugs?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Gone skinny dipping?: not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Had a medical emergency?: yes (not fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Had surgery?: yes (also not fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Ran away from home?: yes (but only for a little while)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Played strip poker?: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Gotten beaten up?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Beaten someone up?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Been picked on?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Been on stage?: yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Slept outdoors?: tons of fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Thought about suicide?: that's in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Pulled an all nighter?: yep (i start to act really wierd when I do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* If yes, what is your record?: I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Gone one day without food?: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Talked on the phone all night?: not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Slept together with the opposite sex w/o actually having sex?: I have never slept with the opposite sex, and won't until I'm married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Slept all day?: when I'm sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Killed someone?: no humans (yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Made out with a stranger?: no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Thought you're going crazy?: I'm not crazy already?  oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Kissed the same sex?: no comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Been betrayed?: yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Had a dream that came true?: sometimes it happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Broken the law?: define "break"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Met a famous person?: once...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Have you ever killed an animal by accident?: give it time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* On purpose?: yes (dirty chipmunks!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Told a secret you swore you wouldn't tell?: not that I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Stolen anything?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Been on radio/tv?: in the backround&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Been in a mosh-pit?: haha... yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Had a nervous breakdown?: not yet.... think about it sometimes, though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Bungee jumped?: not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Had a dream that kept coming back?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Beliefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Belive in life on other planets?: depends how you define life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Miracles?: YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Astrology?: pile o' bull S....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Magic?: not the way post people think of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* God?: very yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Satan?: unfortunately, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Santa?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Ghosts?: in a sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Luck?: not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Love at first sight?: not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Yin and yang (that good cant exist w/o bad)?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Witches?: yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Easter bunny?: Chocolate easter bunnies are tasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Believe its possible to remain faithful forever?: very yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Believe theres a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?: I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you wish on stars?: never works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Deep Theological Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you believe in the traditional view of Heaven and Hell?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you think God has a gender?: sort of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you believe in organized religion?: in a sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Where do you think we go when we die?: Heaven or Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you have any gay/lesbian friends?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who are your best friends?: Kris, Tim, and James rank up there pretty high, but I have a lot of really really good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who's the one person that knows most about you?: Kristen or the guys in Guy's Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* What's the best advice that anyone has ever given to you?: I've gotten a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Your favorite inside joke?: that one about some blond in a bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Thing you're picked on most about?: ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who's your longest known friend?: Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Talking to? nobody at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Newest?: I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Shyest?: Hmm.... not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Funniest?: I'm not sure... lots of friends are pretty funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Closest?: Kristen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Weirdest?: hard choice... all of them are a bit wierd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Smartest?: Hard to say... probably James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Ditziest?: I have no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Friends you miss being close to the most?: close as far as distance:Kristen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Last person you talked to online?: James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who do you talk to most online?: James, probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who are you on the phone with most?: Kristen (by far)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who do you trust most?: Kristen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who listens to your problems?: Kristen (I refuse to talk about them to most anybody else)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who do you fight most with?: I havn't faught with anyone in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who's the nicest?: All of my friends are pretty nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who's the most outgoing?: Amber (by far)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who's the best singer?: Either Niki or Kris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who's on your shit-list?: that's my own business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Have you ever thought of having sex with a friend?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who's your second family?: my friends here at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you always feel understood?: heck no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who's the loudest friend?: Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do you trust others easily?: not at all (until I really get to know them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Who's house were you last at?: depends on how you look at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Do your friends know you?: Generally, I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Friend that lives farthest away: I'm not 100% sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Who Was the Last Person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* That haunted you?: Haunted me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* You wanted to kill?: Adam Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* That you laughed at?: Adam E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* That laughed at you?: Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* You went shopping with?: myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* That broke your heart?: ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* To disappoint you?: depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* To ask you out?: no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* To make you cry?: I'm not gonna go there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* To brighten up your day?: most of my friends can do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* That you thought about?: Kristen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* You saw a movie with?: Kyle, Matt, Pat, and Isaac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* You talked to on the phone?: Kristen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* You talked to through IM/ICQ?: Wasn't this question asked before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* You saw?: I don't know... I just saw a lot of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* You lost?: Don't care to answer that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Right This Moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* What are you wearing right now?: green t-shirt, blue jeans, green hoodie, white socks, and blue boxers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Body part you're touching right now: my spleen (honestly, who thinks of these questions?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* What are you worried about right now?: What's the worth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* What book are you reading?: Several&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* What's on your mousepad?: I don't have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Use 5 words to describe how you're feeling: Questions like these are dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Are you bored?: not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Are you tired?: not at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Are you talking to anyone online?: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Are you talking to anyone on the phone?: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Are you lonely or content?: relatively content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;* Are you listening to music?: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-113901480068669167?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/113901480068669167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=113901480068669167' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/113901480068669167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/113901480068669167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-waste-of-time.html' title='Another waste of time...'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-113849886098818304</id><published>2006-01-28T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:41:01.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Enough For Heaven?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ghandi was a good man.  Nobody in their right mind will try to deny that as fact, even me.  Before you pass me of as another babbling nutcase, read what I have to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;God says in his word that "the wages of sin is death," and that the only way to ovecome this, and be with him in heaven is through belief in and acceptance of his son, Jesus Christ.  Some like to believe that through their own works, by their own good, they can make their own way into heaven.  This is based largely on the assumption that a good deed can erase a bad deed, which is complete foolishness (a foolishness found in all humans, but foolishness none-the-less).  Nothing in the past can be erased.  If I walk up to a man and kill him, nothing can undo the fact that he has been killed.  Even if he somehow manages to come back to life (something I believe to be a possibility, but more on that some other time), he was killed by me, and that cannot be undone.  The deed can be forgiven, but not erased.  I have ceased to be a good person, and cannot destroy the bad I had done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;There is a gulf in between earth and heaven.  Every single human being has a desire to go to a better place after they end their life on earth (if they deny this, they are either liers or insane).  There are two ways to cross this gulf.  One way to cross it is to leap across it on your own strenghth.  Perhaps, if you step just right, and do everything perfectly, you will be able to accomplish this.  The problem is that for humans, this is an impossibility.  Think back to when you were little and stole a cookie out of the cookie jar (or did some other small crime).  That deed is done now.  Whether your mother forgave you or not (or even knows), that cookie cannot be put back into the jar.  It is gone, and you are a marred human being.  You made a slight misstep, and cannot repair it.  When your time comes, you jump, and miss Heaven by an inch.  Just like Ghandi would have done.  You cannot do it on your own.  Whether you miss by an inch, or by a mile, you miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The second possibility is to ask for help getting accross the chasm.  Jesus is capable of carrying you accross that abyss to safety.  All that must be done is to admit that you are incapable of doing it yourself and ask for help dealing with your imperfections.  Since Jesus lived a perfect life and died for you, in your place, you are capable of turning to him, and having your imperfections overlooked by God.  And I guarentee it will make life a lot more worth living too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-113849886098818304?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/113849886098818304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=113849886098818304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/113849886098818304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/113849886098818304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-enough-for-heaven.html' title='Good Enough For Heaven?'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-113085649533585635</id><published>2005-11-01T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T09:48:15.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the end... for now anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Due to an extreme lack of time and motivation, I have decided to officially stop updating this thing.  I am sorry.  It was a lot of fun, and I enjoyed it thoroughly.  It is entirely possible that I may start typing again at some point, so keep your eyes out.  Until then.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-113085649533585635?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/113085649533585635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=113085649533585635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/113085649533585635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/113085649533585635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-end-for-now-anyway.html' title='This is the end... for now anyway'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-112888683426493883</id><published>2005-10-09T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T15:40:53.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I thought this was pretty hilarious:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Personality Disorder Test Results &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#obsessive-compulsive"&gt; Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder.html"&gt; Take Free Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online tests can be great. Such a wonderful waste of time. It looks like I'm a pretty messed up person. Hopefull this amuses you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-112888683426493883?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/112888683426493883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=112888683426493883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/112888683426493883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/112888683426493883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/10/pretty-funny.html' title='Pretty funny'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-112845572544760731</id><published>2005-10-04T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T15:55:25.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;After careful consideration, I have decided on a name for the turtle.  He is to be called Aardvark.  I don't know whay he is to be called this, but he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-112845572544760731?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/112845572544760731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=112845572544760731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/112845572544760731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/112845572544760731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/10/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-112663630264377617</id><published>2005-09-13T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T14:31:42.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Laziness drives the world. Honestly think about that for even a short time, and you will realize that it is true. Why is it that people invent new things? It is because they don't want to do their job the old fashioned difficult way. That would require work, which uses up time that could otherwise be spent doing better things, like sleeping, playing games, or staring at the wall. Because of humanity's desire to be worthless, homo sapiens have advanced far beyond their father's greatest stretches of imagination, at least technologically (morally is a whole different story that I might tackle later). So, this entry is my salute to lazy people all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh, and I'm not sorry in the least for the gap between this entry and the last one.  I was being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the above passage in no way expresses the true opinion of the person who wrote it... it was written only as a break from doing homework&lt;/span&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/8093606-112663630264377617?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/112663630264377617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=112663630264377617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/112663630264377617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/112663630264377617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/09/wasting-time.html' title='Wasting time'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-112053099715134081</id><published>2005-07-04T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:36:37.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God bless the USA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-112053099715134081?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/112053099715134081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=112053099715134081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/112053099715134081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/112053099715134081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/07/god-bless-usa.html' title=''/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-112009690792084473</id><published>2005-06-29T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:01:47.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My job is driving me mad.  Completely and utterly mad.  Don't get me wrong, I love it a ton, but it is making me go insane.  For those of you who don't know where I work, read earlier entries.  Anyway, we can look for an example of what it is like by looking at this past Monday.  I was in front of a group of kids showing them an alligator, when the thing decided that the time had come to releave itself.  So now I am standing in front of a group of kids, holding an alligator, with gator urine all over my arm.  Just as I recovered my composure from this, the alligator decided that he wasn't done, and let out another flood of pee.  This all, of course completely distracted the kids, and their attention was gone for the rest of the morning.  Then in the afternoon, I was showing the alligator to another group of children, and he decided to do the exact same thing.  What I want to know is how a little alligator has such a huge bladder.  Anyway, thats just a sample of why I am going mad.  I love the job, though.  Honestly, how many other people get paid for playing with animals and kids?  I know of 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-112009690792084473?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/112009690792084473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=112009690792084473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/112009690792084473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/112009690792084473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/06/animal-fun.html' title='Animal Fun'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-111802679462908404</id><published>2005-06-05T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T20:16:32.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Found this on the Blogs of a couple of friends of mine, and figgured what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it? 10:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;2. Name that  appears on your birth certificate: Joel Matthew Post&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickname: The Joel, Joelseph (I dunno if that one is spelled right)&lt;br /&gt;4. Parents Names: Tom &amp; Robin&lt;br /&gt;5. Siblings: Benuel&lt;br /&gt;5. Number of  candles that will appear on your next birthday cake: 20&lt;br /&gt;6. Date that you  will blow them out: April 8&lt;br /&gt;7. Pets:  2 dogs and 1 cat (down from 1 dog, 2 cats, 2 goats, and 1 ferret 6 months ago)&lt;br /&gt;8. Eye Color:  brown&lt;br /&gt;9. Hair Color:  brown&lt;br /&gt;10.  Tattoos:  nope (I really don't like needles)&lt;br /&gt;11. How much do you love your job? A TON!!!&lt;br /&gt;12.  Favorite Color:  blue&lt;br /&gt;13. Hometown:  Erie&lt;br /&gt;14.  Current residence: Erie&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite food:  I really don't know, I like a lot of food.  We'll say.... ribs&lt;br /&gt;16. Been to  Africa:  no&lt;br /&gt;17. Been toilet papering: technically, no&lt;br /&gt;18. Loved somebody so much it  made you cry: yes&lt;br /&gt;19. Ever been in a car accident:  no major ones&lt;br /&gt;20.  Croutons or bacon bits:  I really don't care for either&lt;br /&gt;21. Sprite or 7up? sprite&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite movie:  Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;23.  Favorite day of the week: Thursday (I get to spend the day looking forward to Friday and the weekend)&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite word or phrase or action:  discombobulated&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite toothpaste: we'll say Crest&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite  restaurants: Pufferbelly is pretty good&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite  Song:  Penny Lane by the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite  pop:  Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite sport to watch:  football, if I am with a group of friends&lt;br /&gt;30. Preferred  type of ice cream:  chocolate chip cookie  dough&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite Sesame Street Character:  Super Grover&lt;br /&gt;32.  Disney or Warner Bros: WB&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite Fast Food Restaurant: Arbys&lt;br /&gt;34. When was your last hospital visit: February 2004&lt;br /&gt;35. What color is your bedroom carpet: I have hardwood floors&lt;br /&gt;36. How many times  did you fail your driver's test: 0&lt;br /&gt;37. Who is the last person you got  e-mail from before this: a spam company&lt;br /&gt;38. Have you ever been convicted of a crime:  not yet&lt;br /&gt;39. What store would you choose to max out your credit card: Borders, Barnes and Noble, Home Depot or Gander Mountain&lt;br /&gt;40. What do you do most often when you are bored: read, take walks, fiddle with my computer&lt;br /&gt;41. Name the person that you are friends with  that lives the  farthest away: well, Amy lives in Wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;42. Most annoying thing people ask me: Why do you shake?  (havn't been bothered by that one in a while, though)&lt;br /&gt;43. Bedtime: usually between 11 &amp;amp; 12&lt;br /&gt;44. Who will respond the quickest: who knows?&lt;br /&gt;45. Who is the person that is least likely to  respond: see above&lt;br /&gt;46. Favorite all time TV show: M*A*S*H!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;47. Last person  you went out to dinner with: I think my family....&lt;br /&gt;48. Last movie you saw: Star Wars III, I think (a while ago)&lt;br /&gt;49. Last book you read: I havn't the slightest... I read several at a time&lt;br /&gt;50. Dream Car: a 4wd hybred SUV&lt;br /&gt;51. Time when you finished:  10:58 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-111802679462908404?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/111802679462908404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=111802679462908404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/111802679462908404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/111802679462908404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-survey.html' title='Another Survey'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-111767910123498311</id><published>2005-06-01T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:25:01.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I really Don't Think I'll Give a Title Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;First off, let me say Holy Crap!  It's been a really long time since I've put anything into this thing.  I'm slightly sorry about that, but not very sorry.  I really don't know what to put....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I guess I'll just give an update of my summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;First I started off by heading up to Michighan with Intervarsity to go to Chapter Focus Week.  Well worth my investment.  Honestly, I can't describe how God worked on me that week.  Very cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I have now gotten very busy with my full time job at the Erie Zoo.  I work in the education department, which means I work with little kids.  I never was a believer in macroevolution, but I am begining to believe that many kids may just be part monkey.  The job's a ton of fun, though (and it will look super on my resume :-) ).  I really havn't been doing too much else... I shot skeet with some friends one day, which was fun.  I dunno, I guess I don't have much of a life.  At least I get the satisfaction of knowing that I just wasted some of your precious time.  Bwahahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-111767910123498311?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/111767910123498311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=111767910123498311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/111767910123498311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/111767910123498311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-really-dont-think-ill-give-title.html' title='I really Don&apos;t Think I&apos;ll Give a Title Today'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-111444159597109775</id><published>2005-04-25T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T11:11:04.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Wow, it's been a long time since I've written anything in here.  I'm sorry about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Something has come to my attention that I believe needs to be addressed. Many people in the world have been trying to defend evil by merely looking at its outside. Yes, chipmunks are cute, but this is exactly what they want you to think about. Inside of that cute little body is an evil rodent mind planning to destroy you. The moment you let down you guard down, they will begin to commit ramdom acts of terror. Be vigilant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-111444159597109775?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/111444159597109775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=111444159597109775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/111444159597109775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/111444159597109775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/04/been-while.html' title='Been a while...'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-111289768848099045</id><published>2005-04-07T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T14:14:48.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am considering splitting my blog into two blogs.  One of these would be mostly humorous, while the other would be political in nature (it would also contain humor, but of a political nature).  Before I do that, I would like to know what you think.  Please tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-111289768848099045?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/111289768848099045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=111289768848099045' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/111289768848099045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/111289768848099045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/04/quick-question.html' title='Quick Question'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-111236447921151988</id><published>2005-04-01T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T09:07:59.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The State of the Nation (or the Nation of the State?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The Terri Schindler-Shaivo case, despite its tragedy, helps to further point out the corruption within our court system.  For over thirty years now our court system, which was meant to interpret the law and protect the innocent, has been allong innocent person after innocent person die painful deaths without their permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The United States of America was designed as a country where the states ruled the nation.  Now, our courts have gained so much power for themselves that they are capable of legislating from the bench.  We have a government ruled by a supreme court, which is made up of what amounts to a group of buerocrats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The courts of the United States are corrupt beyond measure, and anything possible needs to be done to radically reform them.  If all else fails, the people were given a right to a militia in order to rid our government of just such corruption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-111236447921151988?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/111236447921151988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=111236447921151988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/111236447921151988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/111236447921151988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/04/state-of-nation-or-nation-of-state.html' title='The State of the Nation (or the Nation of the State?)'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-111143892073428659</id><published>2005-03-21T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T16:02:00.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Individuality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;So many students are trapped into living in an illusion, I almost lose faith in my generation.  They operate under the impression that they are individuals and are capable of thinking for themselves.  Thinking that they are making a statement only their own, they dress in ridiculous clothing and wear impracical hair styles.  By doing this they prove their week-mindedness.  They have fallen directly in with the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Students also believe that, because of the fact that they support different social issues than their parents, they are thinking for themselves.  Very rarely is this correct.  Usually what has happened is that they listen to a professor's political rambling.  They believe that because he has a PhD, their biology professory must be the image of wisdom, which is, of course, complete stupidity.  What the professor did have is the time and money to get a PhD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;So, to my fellow students out there, I challenge you to truely think for yourselves.  Do not blindly accept all that those who have power over you tell you.  Research issues for yourself before making a stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-111143892073428659?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/111143892073428659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=111143892073428659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/111143892073428659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/111143892073428659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/03/individuality.html' title='Individuality'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-111094281815791446</id><published>2005-03-15T22:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:13:38.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Wow.  It's been a little while since I've published anything.  Umm.... I have nothing.  I guess you just wasted your time coming to this site.  For five dollars, I'll pretend that I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-111094281815791446?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/111094281815791446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=111094281815791446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/111094281815791446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/111094281815791446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/03/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-110964776015135082</id><published>2005-02-28T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T22:29:20.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good in the World</title><content type='html'>I have been looking over a lot of my old blog posts, and realize that I have not focused much on the good things that have been put into this world of ours.   We cannot spend all of our time focusing on chipmunks, diabolical little buggers that they are.  There are a large number of good animals out there.  Take, for example, the otter.  These wonderful animals spend their lives doing nothing but playing and eating sea urchins.  It is like they exist purely to amuse and protect us humans.  Were it not for the otter, sea urchins could very well take over the world and poke us all with those dratted little spines.  Another truely great animal is the penguin.  What in the world could possibly be cooler than a bird that looks like its wearing a suit?  And in the antarctic no less!  Awesome.  Truely awesome.  Perhaps we could breed penguins to be protectors of humanity just like the otter.  They could be the James Bonds of the animal world, only they would be ridding the world of true evils, like men in thongs, instead of getting rid of trivial things like terrorists with doomsday weapons.  Anyway, penguins and otters are awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-110964776015135082?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/110964776015135082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=110964776015135082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110964776015135082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110964776015135082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/02/good-in-world.html' title='Good in the World'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-110912728541087209</id><published>2005-02-22T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T21:54:45.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Movies, as a general rule, are a good way to spend time.  Not all movies, however, are good.  Some of them suck.  If people just knew how to make a good movie, movies would be better.  There are three things than can make a movie good: comedy, action, and story.  Because most people in Hollywood are dumber than my shoe, these can rarely be combined successfully.  When two or more are, however, the movie can be very very good.  A good example of this would be Gladiator.  If you do not like that movie, you must be deficient, and should be seen by a psychologist as soon as possible.  More than likely, they will decide that there is no hope for you, and shut you in a nuthouse for the rest of your life.  Two other good movies (in the comedy genre this time) are Napoleon Dynamite and Monte Python and the Holy Grail.  They are good movies becaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-110912728541087209?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/110912728541087209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=110912728541087209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110912728541087209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110912728541087209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/02/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-110756169444253332</id><published>2005-02-04T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T19:01:34.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate vs Free Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;There arn't many issues that have been more discussed by human beings than the idea of fate vs. free will.  Do we, as people, really have the ability to think for ourselves, or are we completely controlled by some higher being?  The belief that I hold is made up of a bit of both.  I believe that God has a plan regarding the world and each person within it.  He knows exactly where he wants our lives to go, and he will do what it takes to get us there.  I believe, however, that God has given each one of us the option of going against his will.  We have been given the option of trying to make our way through our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I was brought up in a Christian home, and until I was eleven, I was a very strong Christian.  At this point, I began to try to go through my life without God's help and direction.  This lasted until I was seventeen.  During that entire time, I was hit with massive bouts of depression.  I made decision after decision that caused me to endanger myself and those around me.  I hurt my friends, my family, and myself.  Evenually, I felt that I could not go on anymore.  I remembered what my childhood was like, and wondered what had happened to me.  Quickly I realized that the difference beteen the way I had been and the way I was was God.  I no longer asked for his help or guidence.  I decided to try to follow him again.  I am not by any means perfect, but I definutly feel far better than I did a few years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Following God is the best way to get through life.  If you have any questions about what I have said, feel free to IM me (my screen-name is in my profile) or email me at cristnogion@netscape.net.  God wants to guide you to, and you will not regret letting him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-110756169444253332?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/110756169444253332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=110756169444253332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110756169444253332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110756169444253332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/02/fate-vs-free-will_04.html' title='Fate vs Free Will'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-110667045713952069</id><published>2005-01-25T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T11:27:37.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tight Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Deep down, we all realize that it is true.  Tight pants are a result of an alien plot to take over the world.  These pants are the most uncomfortable things on the face of the earth, which means that they cannot have been designed by humans.  Causing people to live in discomfort will slowly destroy the desire of the free people of the planet earth to rule themselves.  Aliens will then come to our planet and encounter very little resistance.  We will then become pawns in their war against the loose pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;We, as free people of planet earth, must resist the rule of the tight-pants aliens.  We must not wear tight pants ever, despite how cool they might look.  Better yet, do not wear pants at all.  Wear kilts or robes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-110667045713952069?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/110667045713952069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=110667045713952069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110667045713952069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110667045713952069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/01/tight-pants.html' title='Tight Pants'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-110511863411649007</id><published>2005-01-07T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T12:23:54.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;We need to straighten a few things out.  I can put whatever the heck I want on my blog.  If you find it boring, dont read it.  If you rely on my blog for amusement you are in serious need of a life.  Find something else to amuse you.  If I want to put something with "substance" on the blog, I will.  If I want to wait three weeks in between posts, I will wait three weeks between posts.  It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; blog.  Not your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-110511863411649007?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/110511863411649007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=110511863411649007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110511863411649007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110511863411649007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-blog.html' title='My Blog'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-110498813144253458</id><published>2005-01-06T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T00:08:51.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of a quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I found this on a friend's blog, and havn't done anything on the blog for a while, so I figured I'd do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Have You Ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;01. Kissed your  cousin: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;02. Run away: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;03. Pictured your crush naked: I don't have one at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;04.  Actually seen your crush naked:  see above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;05.  Broken someone's heart: I highly doubt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;07. Been in love: not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;08.  Cried when someone died: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;09. Wanted someone you knew you couldn't have: yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;10. Broken a bone:  no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;11. Drank alcohol: I've sipped a few things, but it all tasted really bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;12. Lied: yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Which Is Better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;13. COKE OR  PEPSI: Pepsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;15. GIRLS OR GUYS: Are we talking about which is better for a mate, or just all around better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;16. FLOWERS OR CANDY:  Candy (I guess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;17. SCRUFF OR CLEAN SHAVEN: I tend to be scruffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;18. QUIET OR LOUD:  Depends on the situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;19. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES: Really don't give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;20. BITCHY OR SLUTTY: They're usually one-and-the-same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;21. TALL OR SHORT: either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;22. PANTS OR SHORTS: pants are evil!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;With The Opposite  Sex...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;23. WHAT DO YOU NOTICE FIRST: Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;24. LAST  PERSON YOU SLOW DANCED WITH: never have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;25.  WORST QUESTION TO ASK:  questions should be avoided at all costs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The Last Time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;26.  SHOWERED: This morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;27. HOOKED UP: never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;28. HAD A GREAT TIME WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX:  if we're talking about a date, never, if we're talking about hanging out with friends, the thursday before winter break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;What Is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;29. YOUR GOOD LUCK CHARM:  don't have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;30. PERSON YOU HATE MOST:  to be honest, I don't truely hate anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;31. THE BEST THING  THAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU TODAY: I woke up (oh wait, that was the best thing that happened to the world today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;32. COLOR: blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;33. MOVIE: Gladiator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;34. BOOK: The Return of the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;36. JUICE: red grape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;37.  CAR:  Honda CR-V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;38. ICE CREAM: Panda Paws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;39. HOLIDAY: Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;40. SEASON:  fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;41. BREAKFAST FOOD: pancakes (if they're made right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;43. COLOGNE: axe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;44. PERFUME: being around people with perfume gives me headaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;45. KISS: never have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;46. ROMANTIC MEMORY:  none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;47. MOST RECENT ADVICE GIVEN TO YOU:  go to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Have You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;48. Fallen for your best friend?: my best friends are all guys, so I have to say no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;49. Kissed JUST a friend? well, I suppose if you want to be technical...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;50. Been  rejected?: yep (pretty funny now that I look back on it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;51. Been in love?: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;52. Been in lust?: I'm ashamed to say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;53: Used someone?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;54. Been used?: I don't think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;55. Cheated on  someone?:  no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;56. Been cheated on?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;57. Been kissed?:  no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;58. Done something you regret?:  hell ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Who Was The Last Person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;59. You touched?: a family member ( I don't remember which)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;60. You talked to?:  my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;61. You hugged?: my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;62. You instant messaged? Geoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;63. You kissed?: well, If you want to be technical about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;65. You yelled at?: my brother I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;66. You laughed with?: my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;67. Who broke your heart?: nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;68. Who told you they loved you?: my family members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Do  You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;69. Color your hair? nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;70. Have  tattoos?  nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;71. Have piercings? I'm a little phobic of needles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;72. Have a boyfriend/girlfriend/both?:  no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;73. Own a  webcam? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;74. Own a thong? thongs on guys are just wrong (especially when worn by us ugly guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;75. Ever get off the damn computer? yeah, but not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Have You / Do You / Are You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;79. Stolen anything? yes, then I returned them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;80. Smoke? yuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;81.  Schizophrenic? we don't have anything wrong with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;82. Obsessive? sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;83.  Compulsive? sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;84. Obsessive compulsive? only occasionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;85.  Panic? rarely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;86. Anxious? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;87.  Depressed? usually, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;88. Suicidal? I've thought about it from time to time, but suicide is the wimp's way out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;89. Obsessed with hate? I used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;90. Dream of mutilated bodies, blood, death, and gore? only sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;91. Dream of doing those things instead of just seeing them? that's sorta wierd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;92. If you could be anywhere, where would you be? I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;93. Can you do anything freakish with your body? not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;94. What facial feature do you find  the most attractive on others? eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;95. Would you vote for a woman candidate for president? only if there wern't a more qualified, and moral, man running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;96.  Would you marry for money? no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;97. Have you had braces? yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;98. Do you like hairy  backs? no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;99. When was the last time  you gave head?  never (thats really really gross) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;100. Could you live without a computer? yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;101. Do you use ICQ, AOL Buddy list etc.? AIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;102. If so,  how many people are on your list(s)?  58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;103. If you could live in any past,  where? in ancient Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;104. Do you wear shoes in the house or take them off?:  off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;105. What is your favorite fruit?: grapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;106. Do you eat wheat bread or white?: 12 grain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;107. What is your  favorite place to visit?:  Maine was pretty cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;108. What is the last movie you saw?: King Arthur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;109. Do you kiss on the first date?:  havn't had the chance to find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;110. Are you photogenic?:  nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;111.  Do you dream in color or black and white?: color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;112. Are you wearing fingernail polish?: HECK NO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;113. Is it  chipped or fresh?:  see above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;114. Do you have any dimples?: ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;115. Do you remember being born?:  no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;116. Why do you take  surveys?: I have no life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;117. Do you drink alcohol? It tastes really bad and turns you into an idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;118. Did you like or do you like high school?: good riddence to General McLane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;119. What is the best accent? british&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;120. Who do you  want to kiss?:  if I ever have one, my future wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;121. Do you like sunrises or sunsets the most?: sunset (who gets up to see sunrises?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;122. Do you  want to live to be 100?:  sure, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;123. Is a  flat stomach important to you?: not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;124. Do you or have  you played with a ouija board?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;125. Are you loyal?:  Probably more than I should be, and a LOT more than I let on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;126. Are you tolerant of other peoples beliefs?:  yeah, but I have no problem with trying to change them to mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;127. When you watch movies at home, do you like  the lights on or off?: off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;128. Do you have frequent nightmares: not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;129. Do you like your nose?: its a good thing to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;131. At what age did you  find out that Santa Claus wasn't real? about 7 or 8 i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;132. How many pairs  of shoes do have in your closet?: i currently don't have a closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;133.  Do you like to wear the same shoes everyday or do you like a variety?: 2 pairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;134. Do you write  poetry?: only sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;135. Do you snore?: No idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;136. Do you sleep more on your back, front, or sides?:  front and sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;137. dog/cat? dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;138. Do you lick  stamps?: when I need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;139. Do you use an electric can opener?: those things are annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;140.  Have you ridden in a hot air balloon?: No, but I would like to (if anybody could hook me up, that would be really cool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;141. Which hurts the most, physical  or emotional pain?: emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;142. Favorite TV show?: M*A*S*H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;143. Do you know anyone who is clinically depressed?: yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;44. Do you prefer a piano or a violin?: Piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;145. Are you a sex  addict? never had it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;146. Do you know someone who has cancer?:  yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;147. Do  you like to argue?: I tease-argue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;148. Do you hunt?: small game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;149. Do you like fast food joints, or  expensive restaurants? either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;150. Would you rather visit a zoo or an art  museum?: a good zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;151. Do you have a  middle name? Matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;152. Are you  basically a happy person?: usually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;153. Are you tired?: I'm starting to get tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;154. Did you drink anything with caffeine in it today?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;155. Have you ever met anyone off the internet? I've never met anybody on the internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;156. How many phones do you have in your house?: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;157. How long is your hair?: getting longer all the time (near early Beatles length now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;158. Do you get along with your parents?:  usually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;159. What color of eyes do you prefer?: anything but red or yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The Last Time I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;221. Smiled?: this evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;222. Laughed? same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;223.  Cried?:  about a month ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;224. Bought something?: yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;225. Danced?: a few monthes ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;226. Was sarcastic?:  I tend to be all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;227. Kissed  someone?: technically, a few weeks before Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;228. Talked to an ex?:  dont have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;230. Do you own any plaid clothing?:  plaid's great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;231. Do you own Converse shoes?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;232. Do you own Saucony  shoes?:  no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;233. Do you own old school  Nikes?:  nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;234. Do you wear tight pants?: tight pants are of the devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;235. Is there more  than one zipper in your pants?: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;In The Last Day Have  You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;236. Worn a skirt: I AM A GUY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;237. Been mean: I hope not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;238.  Been sarcastic: I almost always am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;239. Met someone new: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;240. Missed someone: nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;241.  Hugged someone: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;242. Fought with your parents: no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;243. Wished upon  a star: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;244. Laughed until  you cried: yep (gotta love the Three Stooges)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;245. Played Truth or Dare: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;246. Watched a  sunrise/sunset: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;247. Went to the  beach at night: way too cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;248. Spent quality time alone: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;249. Read a book for fun: yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;250. Are you lonely: not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;251. Are you wearing your pajamas?: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;252. Are you talking to someone online: not at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;255. Boxers or Briefs: boxers, if anything ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-110498813144253458?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/110498813144253458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=110498813144253458' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110498813144253458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110498813144253458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2005/01/bit-of-quiz.html' title='A bit of a quiz'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-110315933990334753</id><published>2004-12-15T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T20:09:50.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Bwahahahahahaha!!!!! Bwahahahahahahaha!!!!!  Bwahahahahahahaha!!!!!  Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-110315933990334753?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/110315933990334753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=110315933990334753' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110315933990334753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110315933990334753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/12/bwahahahahahaha-bwahahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-110251413308468365</id><published>2004-12-08T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T08:55:52.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evils Which Have America</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;There are powerful evil forces at work in the United States. At least four of them, in fact. The greatest of these evils, as mentioned earlier, happens to be the chipmunk. This vile little creature looks all cute and lovable in the outside, but on the inside, he's just a rat. The second place for evil goes to the sheep. Anything that you can get from a sheep can be gotten, with better quality, from a goat. Also, I'm pretty sure that their stupidity is spreading to the American people. A very diabolical form of evil that threatens to tear America apart is the man who wears a thong. Honestly people, do I have to go in any level of depth on this one? I didn't think so. The fourth great evil has been discussed in an earlier post. Pants must be eliminated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Now that you know where the evils are, we must work to destroy them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-110251413308468365?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/110251413308468365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=110251413308468365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110251413308468365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110251413308468365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/12/evils-which-have-america.html' title='The Evils Which Have America'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-110178332481673701</id><published>2004-11-29T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T21:55:24.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Human beings were not made to wear clothes.  We were made to walk around naked in gardens naming animals and eating fruit.  Clothing is unnatural and uncomfortable.  The worst articles of clothing are pants.  They should be eliminated altogether.  I am not saying that we should all walk around in the nude.  Climates are different than they were in the Garden of Eden, and it would be impractical to be naked.  What we should do however is change our fashions to make them more natural.  We should all wear robes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-110178332481673701?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/110178332481673701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=110178332481673701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110178332481673701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110178332481673701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/11/clothing.html' title='Clothing'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-110110147358943654</id><published>2004-11-22T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T00:31:13.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christianity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It's really cool the ways that God can work.  Even when I am not expecting it, he manages to find some way to speak to me.  For example, one of my friends misread a Bible verse and sent it to me.  I looked it up, read it in context, and it hit me hard (James 3:9, if you want to take a look).  Ouch.  Another thing that I thought was really cool was how God used me this past week.  I did something for a friend, not having a clue why I did it.  The next day, I found out it was very appreciated by that person, and exactly what they needed.  Can we say "God?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;For those of you who read my blog and are not Christians, I cannot begin to describe the feeling that comes with knowing that you are loved by God, and the joy that comes from doing what he wants you to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am not saying that I am perfect.  I deal with sins ranging from "little white lies" to lust to hatred.  I know that God is on my side, and will always stand by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-110110147358943654?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/110110147358943654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=110110147358943654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110110147358943654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110110147358943654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/11/christianity.html' title='Christianity'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-110056762733152276</id><published>2004-11-15T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T20:13:47.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipmunks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Chipmunks are vulger little critters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-110056762733152276?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/110056762733152276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=110056762733152276' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110056762733152276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110056762733152276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/11/chipmunks.html' title='Chipmunks'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-110011815466777253</id><published>2004-11-10T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:23:29.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity is dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;During the Middle Ages, there was an ideal which existed in this world. It was known as Chivalry. It was a code which stated that men are to be both strong and sensitive. It is an ideal which is dead in the world today. Men, as a whole, have degenerated into a mass of animals who are only concerned with sex. Our society has rid itself of the emotional half of chivalry. We men have allowed ourselves to be concerned with physical strength only. This is a trait which has been associated, until recently, only with animals. Only since the popularization of the idea that humans are just apes, has animalistic behavior become acceptable for humans. My fellow men, we are not animals! We are Men. Let us act like it once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;While much of the blame for the degeneration of men must be placed on us men, women can share in the blame as well. Until recently, most women expected that they would have relationships with other humans, not animals. Now, only a minority of women even voice their wish for a gentleman. They have lowered their standards, which gives men no reason to act like more than animals. Women: HAVE SOME STANDARDS!!! Seek the best of what God has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;Don't settle for the world's best.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do not allow me to convey the idea that all men have always been gentleman. There have been animal-men all throughout history. The difference is that now they are accepted. This must end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-110011815466777253?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/110011815466777253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=110011815466777253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110011815466777253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/110011815466777253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/11/humanity-is-dying.html' title='Humanity is dying'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109953987113261927</id><published>2004-11-03T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:44:31.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSH WON!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Well, folks, the liberal plans to increase their showing by registering a ton of people to vote  have completely backfired.  Bush has overwhelmingly beaten Kerry, not just in the electorial college, but also in it popular vote.  While it makes me happy, it makes my prof's very upset.  I was actually quite amused.  They made snide remarks that were all pathetic at best.  I am being educated by a bunch of leftover hippies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Anyway, who cares at the moment.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUSH WON!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109953987113261927?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109953987113261927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109953987113261927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109953987113261927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109953987113261927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/11/bush-won.html' title='BUSH WON!!!'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109941232029437638</id><published>2004-11-02T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T11:27:46.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ok people, in case you have not already done so, I must tell you to get out and vote. This is your chance to makes sure that your voice gets heard. Of course, I hope and pray that you are smart enough to vote for Bush, but this is not the issue of this post. If you have the ability to vote, and do not vote, you losing your chance to make your voice heard. If you do not vote, I do not want to hear you complaining about the outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Go vote for somebody!  Even if you are uninformed enought that you feel that you must vote for a liberal, VOTE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Another thing I must emphasize (especially to democrats): do not hesitate to vote outside of your party. I even voted for a couple of democrats, though certainly not for president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;VOTE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109941232029437638?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109941232029437638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109941232029437638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109941232029437638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109941232029437638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/11/vote.html' title='VOTE!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109899338618925959</id><published>2004-10-28T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T15:56:26.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberal Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Let's face it people, liberals are successful at making people notice them.  This is a disadvantage to conservatives everywhere.  We simply lack the ability to effectively get our points across.  The good news is that this is a problem which can be fixed with a relative amount of ease.  If you havn't noticed, liberals have no qualms about fighting dirty.  They will even stoop to such lows as *spit* Fahrenheit 9/11.  Most conservatives are too willing to just sit back and take this crap.  They want to try and compromise and appeal to as many people as possible.  They are always willing to fight their political wars on the defending side.  We conservatives must be willing to take the offensive position.  We must say things to shake people up, not only to defend ourselves, but also to hurt the liberal enemy.  I am not saying that all conservitives are too reactionary, there are some that are great.  The problem occurs with those who do not wish to fight for what is right and good.  My fellow conservatives, stand up and fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109899338618925959?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109899338618925959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109899338618925959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109899338618925959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109899338618925959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/10/liberal-success.html' title='Liberal Success'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109875783017710657</id><published>2004-10-25T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:30:30.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fahrenheit 9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Well, folks I done it.  I've gone and seen Fahrenheit 9/11.  Unfortunately, my religious beliefs do not allow me to adequetly describe it.  To say that it is a hard to follow pile of crap is an extreme understatement.  What the movie has succeded in doing is strengthening my hatred of liberal point of views and tactics.  They will believe any crap that is thrown at them, as long as it goes against traditional views, and they will use the lowest tactics to get their views across.  They are more than willing to lie blatently, and people are stupid enough to believe them.  Liberals lack the willingness to become informed.  They completely lack the ability to see all sides of the issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Grrrrrr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I guess I just lack the ability to express my full opinions on the liberals.  They are all either twisted or stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109875783017710657?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109875783017710657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109875783017710657' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109875783017710657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109875783017710657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/10/fahrenheit-911.html' title='Fahrenheit 9/11'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109823741263702852</id><published>2004-10-19T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T21:56:52.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Privileges vs. Rights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Our country, in case you have been deaf and blind, has some pretty major problems.  At the root of many of these problems is the concept of rights.  Many people in this world believe that humans have rights.  This is not true.  Rights cannot be given or taken away.  All one needs to do is look around and they can see that many people's "rights" can be taken away by any number of things, ranging from a court order based on a past violations to a "brutal" dictator's "sadistic" whims.  As an example of rights in our own nation, we have to look no further than how we treat life.  Almost anyone will agree that an innocent baby has the right to live.  In actuality, in our culture, the baby does not have the right to live.  They must gain the privilege to live by being born.  When looked at closely, we do not have any rights in this world.  We have privileges, and privileges can be taken away.  Our privileges of free speech, free religion, and fair trials were payed for dearly, and many people have forgotten how precious these privileges are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This all brings me to the issue of gay marriage.  If gays marry, it is not because they have the right to do so, it is because they have been given the privilege to do so.  They push their disgusting agenda by calling for the "right" to marry, which makes one think that their cause may be noble.  They do not have the right to do anything.  Do not be fooled into believing their stupidity.  You have no moral reason to agree with them.  So don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109823741263702852?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109823741263702852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109823741263702852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109823741263702852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109823741263702852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/10/privileges-vs-rights.html' title='Privileges vs. Rights'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109754499051706887</id><published>2004-10-11T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T22:01:52.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black squirrel, black squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I saw a very large black squirrel and five grey squirrels today.  I wanted to kill them, but I couldn't.  Grr.....&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, this presidential election crap going on around me has caaused me to put some consideration into my political leanings.  I am currently a registered Republican.  Recently, I have been noticing something about the Republican party, and it bothers me.  They are not nearly conservative enough.  What the United States needs is an extraordinarly conservative leader.  After looking into the matter, I have decided that the CFPA looks pretty good.  I would explain them, but I do not have the time.  I will, however provide you with a link to &lt;a href="http://www.falangist.com/"&gt;their website&lt;/a&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/8093606-109754499051706887?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109754499051706887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109754499051706887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109754499051706887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109754499051706887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/10/black-squirrel-black-squirrel.html' title='Black squirrel, black squirrel'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109745562427158111</id><published>2004-10-10T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T20:47:04.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I am not an extremely organized person, overall.  However, I do prefer a little bit of organization in my life.  This evening, I was by a professor that I had a mandatory meeting to go to at eight.  I went.  Nobody else did, including the person who was supposed to be leading it.  When I got back to my room, greatly irritated, I checked every form of communication that I have in order to see if something had changed without my knowledge.  No messages whatsoever.  I had something else that I greatly would have prefered to be doing this evening.  Now I want to kill something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109745562427158111?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109745562427158111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109745562427158111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109745562427158111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109745562427158111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/10/meetings.html' title='Meetings'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109711604137885368</id><published>2004-10-06T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T22:27:21.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This has been an extremely difficult day.  I have experienced attack from almost every direction.  As a result I am tired physically, mentally, emotionally, and spititually.  Please pray for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109711604137885368?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109711604137885368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109711604137885368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109711604137885368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109711604137885368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/10/help-me.html' title='Help me'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109651438785457501</id><published>2004-09-29T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T12:39:41.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wow. Today was a very interesting day. Up until about five-thirty in the evening it was extremely stressful. After that I decided to go to a Bible study. I thought that it started at six. It didn't. It started at eight. That was frankly embarrassing. So, I hung out in the library for a while. Then I went to the small group, which was enlightening. After that we all went down to ALF, and that was a lot of fun. All in one day. I am tired. Nos da.&lt;/span&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/8093606-109651438785457501?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109651438785457501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109651438785457501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109651438785457501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109651438785457501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/09/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109613375816866106</id><published>2004-09-25T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T13:37:10.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Since publishing my last post, I have been doing a bit of thinking. What I have realized is that I do not hate my roommates, I hate what my roommates do to me, and I pity them for what they are doing to themselves. In the name of fun, they are destroying their bodies and minds. Far worse, however, is the fact they are going to be spending eternity in Hell. Pray that I might be able to keep my faith strong and be a positive influence upon them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109613375816866106?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109613375816866106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109613375816866106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109613375816866106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109613375816866106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/09/pity.html' title='Pity'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109589119583292330</id><published>2004-09-22T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T18:13:55.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RMF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Good lord, I really do hate some people, namely the friends of my roommates. Every darn night, they come into the apartment drunk and pound on my door and cuss me out. If I were not a Christian, I would kill each and every one of them. As one of my good friends said, if I make it through this semester, I will be able to deal with anything. Oh, well. I guess it happens to the best of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109589119583292330?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109589119583292330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109589119583292330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109589119583292330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109589119583292330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/09/rmf.html' title='RMF'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109537131934141867</id><published>2004-09-16T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T17:54:06.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Though I am not a huge fan of contemporary Christian music as a whole, I found this song by Chris Rice to be very relevant to life overall.  We all to often spend our time in the safety of our past.  We must remember that as long as we know the Lord, there is safety in our future as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;8th Grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Take a little trip with me back to junior high&lt;br /&gt;Set the time machine to 1975&lt;br /&gt;We just found out that momma's gonna have another kid&lt;br /&gt;back in the 8th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the days when life was not so mysterious&lt;br /&gt;follow me down the hall to the cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;where the worst thing i could mess up&lt;br /&gt;was dipping yesterday's corn dog in last week's ketchup&lt;br /&gt;back in the 8th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the past always seem safer?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because at least we know me made it&lt;br /&gt;And why do we worry about the future?&lt;br /&gt;When every day will come just the way the Lord ordained it&lt;br /&gt;You can believe it, just like the 8th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step out into the hall and feel the moment pass&lt;br /&gt;Slam the locker, there's the bell, we're running to class&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Mr. Jackson told us,"Don't be late to geometry again"&lt;br /&gt;We're back in the 8th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drop my books, sit down and mess with my hair&lt;br /&gt;Suzie looks at me and smiles, I'm walking on air&lt;br /&gt;Then I hear my name, I missed the question, I mumble something&lt;br /&gt;The class is laughing, oh i love the 8th grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109537131934141867?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109537131934141867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109537131934141867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109537131934141867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109537131934141867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/09/song.html' title='Song'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109529400918826978</id><published>2004-09-15T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T20:20:09.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seize the goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Many people in this world believe that life throws them nothing but bad.  This is not in the least bit true.  Life throws us a lot of very good things.  The problem is, humans are horrible catchers.  We must learn how to not only recognize the good in the world, but also how to grab hold of those good things.  When we do this, we can keep the good, and perhaps even cause it to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&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/8093606-109529400918826978?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109529400918826978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109529400918826978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109529400918826978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109529400918826978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/09/seize-goodness.html' title='Seize the goodness'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109504102113699306</id><published>2004-09-12T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:04:34.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I seriously think that I need to transfer to another college very soon. Do not misunderstand me, Clarion is a very good school, and I am starting to enjoy myself here. The problem is that everybody at Clarion likes country music. This liking is contagious. I used to dislike the stuff, but I am starting to enjoy it to some extent. Maybe I'm just becoming a more "well rounded" individual. Whatever is going on, I'm scared.&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/8093606-109504102113699306?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109504102113699306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109504102113699306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109504102113699306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109504102113699306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/09/influence.html' title='Influence'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109495962625392649</id><published>2004-09-11T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T23:27:06.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11</title><content type='html'>Remember!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109495962625392649?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109495962625392649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109495962625392649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109495962625392649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109495962625392649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/09/9-11.html' title='9-11'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109492688551645434</id><published>2004-09-11T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:55:45.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Guess what everybody... its time to read another entry in the blog of Joel! Feel that warmth rising up inside you? That's excitement. Or vomit. Better run to the toilet quick, just in case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Now that you're back, lets get down to buisness. Um... I don't really have anything to say yet today. What sorts of questions have been bothering me today? Lets see here (time passes while Joel thinks). Got it! Why are public toilet seats never complete ovals, while the ones in homes clearly are complete?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Maybe I'll write something "deeper" later.  Then again, maybe I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109492688551645434?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109492688551645434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109492688551645434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109492688551645434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109492688551645434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/09/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109468741642743758</id><published>2004-09-08T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:50:16.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;First, allow me to explain that I am fully aware that I have already made a post today.&lt;br /&gt;Second, I have realized something, which I'm not sure that everybody knows.  I do not hate myself.  What I hate is the iron shell which surrounds me and seperates me from the world.  Under my shell, I am a person that is funny, loving, caring, and filled with joy (along with other emotions).  The shell is the only truely ugly thing on me, and I WILL cast it off.&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/8093606-109468741642743758?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109468741642743758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109468741642743758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109468741642743758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109468741642743758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/09/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109468406456654903</id><published>2004-09-08T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T18:54:24.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I still can't do it.  Despite what my feelings are I can't let them out.  It is frustrating.  My emotions are building up inside of me to such an extent that I am physically tired by them.  I feel love people, but can I tell them?  No.  The words get as far as my lips, but there they stop.  I am left with a confused jumble of emotions.  I feel love, hate, joy, and sadness at the same time.  I want to let it all out, but how?&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/8093606-109468406456654903?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109468406456654903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109468406456654903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109468406456654903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109468406456654903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/09/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109458939097400744</id><published>2004-09-07T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T16:36:30.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I have been alive for eighteen years.  During that time, I have not been home once.  I have caught glimpses of home in the places where I have lived or spent time, but I have never yet been home.  I have a theory as to why I feel this way.  Human beings are not meant to live in the screwed up world that is twenty-first century Earth.  We are meant to run around naked in a garden eating fruit and naming animals with our wives (or husbands if you are a female).  Whenever we catch a rare and beautiful glimpse of good, we feel slightly at home.  Until we die, we cannot be at home.&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/8093606-109458939097400744?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109458939097400744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109458939097400744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109458939097400744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109458939097400744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109416575180669752</id><published>2004-09-06T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T20:49:56.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ideal.  The very word conjures up in the mind images of perfection.  Ideals are what we are all searching for.  The ideal car, the ideal job, the ideal woman, etc.  There is a problem with ideals, however.  They are very difficult to obtain.  Ideals must all be based off of something, and the only thing that we humans can base things off of are our past experiences.  By the time we have realized what the ideal is, it has already passed us by.  We must not focus on looking for ideals.  What we should be looking for is the good that surrounds us in the now.  When we see this good, we must reach out and grab it, making it ours.  Then  we will  not have to waste our time on ideals.&lt;/span&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/8093606-109416575180669752?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109416575180669752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109416575180669752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109416575180669752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109416575180669752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/09/ideals.html' title='Ideals'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109400626315875701</id><published>2004-08-31T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T22:37:43.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>Wow.  I was really having a great evening up until a few minutes ago.  I was going to talk to somebody, but they told me that they were unable to talk at the moment.  Ok.  That I can understand.  Not a terribly difficult concept.  So I replied, "I see," to which the person I was talking to responded basically that I didn't have a clue as to what I was talking about.  Wake up people!  I can understand not being able to talk.  I may not understand the situation behind the desire not to talk, but I can understand not wanting to talk.  Americans, I have noticed, seem not to be very perceptive people.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not everything said is an insult!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109400626315875701?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109400626315875701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109400626315875701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109400626315875701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109400626315875701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/08/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109389828026953681</id><published>2004-08-30T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T16:38:00.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Recently I have come to a realization: &lt;strong&gt;Life Is Good&lt;/strong&gt;.  Sure, not everything that happens in life will make a person want to dance for joy, but life is good, but all one needs to do is look around to see the good there is.  Children play, friends talk, and the seasons shift.  Beauty abounds in our lives, and so does love.  Life is good.  Life is GREAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109389828026953681?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109389828026953681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109389828026953681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109389828026953681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109389828026953681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/08/lifes-goodness.html' title='Life&apos;s Goodness'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109380174555061502</id><published>2004-08-29T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T13:49:05.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wow.  I actually feel really good today.  The odd thing is, I have no idea why.  Maybe it was the drunk kid who came to my apartment last night.  That gave me a good laugh.  Or maybe it was the dream about flying last night.  That's the wonderful thing about dreams.  While in them, you are only inhibited by your subconscious.  If you know how, you can take complete control of your them, and then there are no inhibitions.  Great way to make yourself feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109380174555061502?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109380174555061502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109380174555061502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109380174555061502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109380174555061502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109372488735088107</id><published>2004-08-28T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T16:28:51.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped</title><content type='html'>I feel as though I am trapped. Trapped inside of a huge, thick, and heavy shell. I have been able to find small holes where I can poke a finger out, but I can never escape. People can get to know a small part of me, but I can never allow myself to fully show. The strength of my emotions is overpowering, but I can not let them out. My love, hate, happiness, and sadness are all trapped inside waving aroung chaotically. I cannot share these feelings. I am surruonded by people, but am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALL ALONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109372488735088107?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109372488735088107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109372488735088107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109372488735088107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109372488735088107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/08/trapped.html' title='Trapped'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109365569890843918</id><published>2004-08-27T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T21:14:58.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitting in</title><content type='html'>I am now a college student.  Great.  I hope and pray that I will find some way to fit in here.  It's times like this when I would be willing to give my right arm to just be able to easily be able to fit into a group.  Will I ever get the chance to do that, or am I doomed to be socially frustrated for life?  Are there answers to be found anywhere?  Does even the Bible deal with these issues?  &lt;strong&gt;All questions and no answers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109365569890843918?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109365569890843918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109365569890843918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109365569890843918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109365569890843918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/08/fitting-in.html' title='Fitting in'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093606.post-109357563903311105</id><published>2004-08-26T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T23:00:39.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>At this point in time I have nothing to say.  My mind isn't wandering yet, and I'm too tired to be confusing or intellegent.  Give it time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093606-109357563903311105?l=cristnogion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/feeds/109357563903311105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8093606&amp;postID=109357563903311105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109357563903311105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093606/posts/default/109357563903311105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristnogion.blogspot.com/2004/08/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>jpst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08141426405905801348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://jupiter.clarion.edu/~s_jmpost/statue1remake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
