<?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-10332336</id><updated>2011-06-19T23:03:59.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Nirvana</title><subtitle type='html'>The detailed description of my innermost thoughts.  Written in part by my brain.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-114550517404697662</id><published>2006-04-19T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:55:29.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kegger in the St. Tom's Basement!</title><content type='html'>That's a line I never thought I'd hear myself say.  Calm down it's just root beer.  Since 10:30am this has been one of the best 24 hour periods of my life.  Went to daily mass, had lunch w/ the youth group, found out I've been chosen to be one of the 5 leaders for the next PCE (purdue christ encounter) retreat, I signed up for living with antioch house (basically the closest thing to a catholic frat living literally above the church next year), had my LAST physics lab, watched The Passion of Christ, had Taco Bell, went to the Keggeroke (karaoke with a kegger of root beer), and tomorrow there's breakfast club (which hopefully our t-shirts have come in).  @ the keggeroke I sang a few songs w/ people but the best was when 5 of us guys dressed up like women &amp;amp; sang oops I did it again by britney spears (I had a dress on w/ a pillow under it to make me look pregnant).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-114550517404697662?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/114550517404697662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=114550517404697662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/114550517404697662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/114550517404697662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2006/04/kegger-in-st-toms-basement.html' title='Kegger in the St. Tom&apos;s Basement!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-114462017363367770</id><published>2006-04-09T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T15:02:53.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO A BARREL ROLL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4396/794/1600/gladiato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4396/794/320/gladiato.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm whatever happened to this blog having controversial topics?  Here's a couple I guess I'll throw out there before I get started: Evolution = Real, is the new immigration law a good thing? (if an illegal immigrant lives in the US for 2 years they're made legal, so if they can avoid the cops for 2 years they're fine).&lt;br /&gt;So anywho last night was pretty crazy.  We had a charity walk called the relay for life going on in a huge field at Purdue.  It's a way to raise money for the fight against cancer through pledges.  There were tents everywhere with a live band, pizza, &amp; fun games like root beer pong, some weird gladiator thing (see picture),&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;  tug o' war.  It sorta looked like the quititch tourney from the latest harry potter movie.  In the center though there was a track lined with luminaries with the names of cancer patients written on them.  (Some of them burned up so uhh symbolically I don't even want to imagine what that means)  It was really fun except for the fact that it was 20 freaking degrees out last night.  I had like 4 layers on &amp; I was still barely hanging on.  I felt really bad for the guys doing the miss relay pageant (which is a bunch of guys dressed up as women collecting money from random people for the charity)  One of them was wearing a mini-skirt (which is one of the most nauseating things I've ever seen).  Anywho stayed from 11pm to 5am walked from 2am-4am (well in proportion to Zoltar 9 we did anyway).  Got to know my youth group a lot better &amp; had lots o' fun.  So uhh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Skippy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-114462017363367770?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/114462017363367770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=114462017363367770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/114462017363367770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/114462017363367770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-barrel-roll.html' title='DO A BARREL ROLL!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-114360603990335803</id><published>2006-03-28T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:29:55.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Post To End All Posts</title><content type='html'>Ok here's a summary of the awesome stuff that've happened in the past week.  Wednesday was a Super Smash Bro's tourney, me &amp; my partner came in second (we were soooooo close).  I went on a PCE (Purdue Christ Encounter) retreat over the weekend was insanely awesome, with many much spiritualnessity.  T'was very thought provoking, making you think about your faith a lot more than antioch ever did but it was missing a certain je ne sais quoi that only Antioch has ever accomplished (well that and the praise &amp;amp; worship was awful did I mention Lou &amp; Becky were geniuses?).  Today I joined the insanely awesome group P.U.M.P. (Purdue University Mass Posse).  We go to daily mass whenever our schedules permit &amp;amp; we go out to lunch afterwards.  Sadly though that's only 2 days during the week for me.  Just got back from a Computer Science exam which is basically a bunch of trick questions combined with easy C programing language.  I've joined up in a warhammer 40k tourney that my roommate Bill started &amp;amp; I'm playing the guy on thursday with an army I created from Bill's stuff + proxies for what I didn't have.  He's played a worse version of this army 5 times and has lost horribly each I blame Magic for preparing me so well for this nerdish game.  Can't wait to see y'all this easter.&lt;br /&gt;Peace!  yppikS (that's right I can do it too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-114360603990335803?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/114360603990335803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=114360603990335803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/114360603990335803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/114360603990335803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2006/03/post-to-end-all-posts.html' title='The Post To End All Posts'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-114240226731423859</id><published>2006-03-14T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:57:47.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>South Bend is No Longer Safe!</title><content type='html'>South Bend shall be quarantined until further notice, and for those unfortunate enough to be unable to escape this doomed town follow 3 simple steps and your inevitable death shouldn't be too gruesome.  1. Keep all flammable objects (especially children) locked up tight. 2. Wear Camo &amp; Kevlar at all times (even while bathing). 3. Give Skippy all of your money.  Markus has an air-soft gun.  I don't know exactly how he obtained this spring loaded object of death but know this... no one is safe (except for chuck norris of course).  Oh speaking of which we're shooting a Chuck Norris parody for no reason one of these days &amp; we're doing something on thursday that I can't say... I'll tell everyone after we do it &amp; post some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-114240226731423859?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/114240226731423859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=114240226731423859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/114240226731423859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/114240226731423859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2006/03/south-bend-is-no-longer-safe.html' title='South Bend is No Longer Safe!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-113882745214527250</id><published>2006-02-01T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T12:57:32.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marian Jedi Knights</title><content type='html'>Considering I am now Marian alumni I think I should have a say in the school's future.  We need to change Marian's mascot from the knight to the jedi knight.  I mean we already have brothers who are dressed like jedi knights wandering around Marian as though they're protecting it.   Secondly how cool would it be at sporting events?  We've got a guy with a robe &amp; a lightsaber on our side and St. Joe has what? an indian?  I can imagine a jedi deflecting tomahawks with his lightsaber and it makes me oddly happy inside.  They can even change Marian's generic school theme song to Weird Al's "Jedi Knight".  So far I'm a Warrior Falcon Knight Boilermaker &amp;amp; I only wish that I could've added jedi to that list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-113882745214527250?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113882745214527250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=113882745214527250' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/113882745214527250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/113882745214527250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2006/02/marian-jedi-knights.html' title='Marian Jedi Knights'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-113773978520369956</id><published>2006-01-19T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:49:45.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Toast is Burnt and no Amount of Scraping Will Remove the Black Parts...</title><content type='html'>I start my job tomorrow morning working in one of the dining courts. I hear it's a good job, bad pay but I have a few friends workin there already so it shouldn't be too bad. I think Bill (my roomate) &amp; I are gonna join the Kendo club at purdue. Kendo is japanese swordsmanship &amp;amp; all around way of the samurai. It sounds pretty cool sorta like fencing but with wooden swords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna talk to Ben Modlin tomorrow to see what's up with the march for life. It's sorta late notice but I've missed the last few purdue youth group meetings so I dunno what's goin on w/ them. I hope I can go down &amp; hang w/ Antioch &amp;amp; Stuebie for at least a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-113773978520369956?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113773978520369956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=113773978520369956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/113773978520369956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/113773978520369956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-toast-is-burnt-and-no-amount-of.html' title='Your Toast is Burnt and no Amount of Scraping Will Remove the Black Parts...'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-113436585012759153</id><published>2005-12-11T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:38:47.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purdue Engineering - Where Your Best Hasn't Been Good Enough Since 1874.</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to the 3 greatest inventions for the lazy person's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest invention of all time is likely the handicap door button. There are 3 reasons for this: 1. It's a button... what more reason do you need? 2. You don't have to exert the energy to open the door yourself. 3. You get that warm fuzzy feeling for opening the door for the next few people to come in. Not only that but it's a more humble way of offering to open the door for them. No thanks is required and they have no idea that they are part of the reason that you pressed that button. I know what you are probably thinking right now, and the answer is no. Using the handicap door buttons for your own personal use is nothing like parking in a handicap parking spot. By pressing said handicap button you are helping any handicapped people behind you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second greatest invention is most definitely the scientific calculator. This single invention has made the majority of my mathematical education thus far nearly pointless. The only reason I'd ever have to learn how to hand graph the equation y=2x^4+23x^2+9x+11 is if I don't have a scientific calculator on hand. Now I don't know about you but I'd rather carry a calculator around with me for the rest of my life than wasting as many countless hours as I have learning math just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly but not leastly is ducktape. This is a multipurpose tool for fixing just about anything. What the lock on your door is broken? Well ducktape the door shut. You need a new wallet? Just make one out of ducktape. You're building a house but you're out of nails? Well ducktape the 2x4's together. You see ducktape can fix anything at little effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-113436585012759153?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113436585012759153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=113436585012759153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/113436585012759153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/113436585012759153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/12/purdue-engineering-where-your-best.html' title='Purdue Engineering - Where Your Best Hasn&apos;t Been Good Enough Since 1874.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-113332331528259618</id><published>2005-11-29T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:03:16.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pavelmisha the Great</title><content type='html'>I met this dude named Pavelmisha a few days back. His father was a redwood (or so he tells me) and his mother was a gigantic metal saw of death. Apparently he's from china &amp; he eats nothing but nuts. I've seen him crack one open with his bare mouth once (it was crazy). Anyway to make a long story short this week sucks. There's like 15 hours of homework and 3 exams (including one final already). If there wasn't so much awesome stuff coming up I'd probably be in a corner debating whether or not to become one of those homeless guys who rambles on about how the government is brainwashing us through toothpaste, or how tomatoes are actually fruit. Anyway tis' &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;(or tis it?)&lt;/span&gt;  the season to be jolly so uhh take luck everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-113332331528259618?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113332331528259618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=113332331528259618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/113332331528259618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/113332331528259618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/11/pavelmisha-great.html' title='Pavelmisha the Great'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-113228990593153414</id><published>2005-11-17T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:58:25.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Post That Saved Michael's Life</title><content type='html'>Who would win in a fight the limbless Black Knight from the holy grail or torso boy from Albuquerque? Would you pay to see a fight like that? Anyway where was I? Oh yes I was writing a post made entirely out of questions right? Well here's the deal if you answer every question in this post I'll give you a prize, or will I? (Woah that almost wasn't a question was it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that the ice cream man is never around when you really have a craving for a snow cone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a choice between drafting or having a sealed deck would you rather draft or not do a sealed deck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it snows any more in south bend will Swiss be open for thanksgiving? (Weren't there 2 inches or so already?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I stealing Michael's signature line spacing technique?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or is this writing style getting really annoying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper or plastic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs or Cats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguins or Lemurs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimney Imp or Pine air fresheners?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-113228990593153414?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113228990593153414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=113228990593153414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/113228990593153414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/113228990593153414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/11/post-that-saved-michaels-life.html' title='The Post That Saved Michael&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-113079517199719205</id><published>2005-10-31T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:47:17.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law Ninja ATTACK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The law ninja prowl the night in search of lawsuits. They wield a deadly jitsu known as lawjitsu. Out of nowhere they attack though not physically, or mentally. They are trained to devastate your wallets. I've been thinking a lot about changing my college major to this fine, fine career. Law Ninjas are one of the most highly regarded unknown societies in the world. Few wield this mighty jitsu but those that do are wealthy beyond comparison. The white belts are often disregarded as harmless but let one slip past your defenses and you might find yourself in debt up to your medulla oblongata. I only speak of this to warn you before it's too late, take heed when performing legal transactions as the law ninja are ever vigilant waiting for a single mistake when they strike. In the immortal words of Thief: "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LAW NINJA ATTACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-113079517199719205?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113079517199719205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=113079517199719205' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/113079517199719205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/113079517199719205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/10/law-ninja-attack.html' title='Law Ninja ATTACK!!!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-112996619050513149</id><published>2005-10-22T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T00:29:50.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Getting Sleepy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Whoa… Just got back from a hypnotist comedian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He chose like 12 volunteers out of a 400 person crowd &amp; I was one of em.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently I’ve been hypnotized for the past 2 hours though I really didn’t feel like I was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It felt like I wasn’t really hypnotized like I was in complete control but I felt really relaxed &amp; I just wanted to make the crowd laugh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right now I still feel really weird like I’ve broken out of my shell &amp; I’d walk up &amp;amp; talk to random strangers cause it doesn’t really matter in the end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope I keep on feelin like this, sorta reminds me of office space.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Anyway other than that the day has also been quite awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My Chem lab was cancelled &amp; my 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; class of the day is useless so my day started at &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="8"&gt;8:30&lt;/st1:time&gt; and ended at &lt;st1:time minute="20" hour="9"&gt;9:20&lt;/st1:time&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;T’was quite a nice feeling indeed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me &amp; Bill ordered a pizza and watched Boondock Saints.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That movie was awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh apparently we’re all having a movie marathon during break so clear up your schedules this thanksgiving (or Christmas if it falls through).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you guys haven’t seen Boondock Saints it’ll definitely be in that list of movies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Other than that the weekend is here with no Purdue football so I’m gonna have a relaxing one.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Skippy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-112996619050513149?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/112996619050513149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=112996619050513149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112996619050513149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112996619050513149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-are-getting-sleepy.html' title='You Are Getting Sleepy...'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-112952683164615082</id><published>2005-10-16T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:27:11.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Master Chief is Overcompensating</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Notre Dame &amp; Purdue have sorely both disappointed me (though neither was expected to win in the first place...).  Why did you have to miss the 3 point field goal Fitzpatrick? Why?  Well I guess I couldn't have done any better so I have no room to complain.  I think I'm joinin the Life Guides (Purdue youth group).  They're having a game of capture the flag this Wednesday in the church basement so it should be fun (maybe I can convince bill (my roomie) to join up too).  I can't wait till November as it's chock full of supreme awesomeness like the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Carmel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; retreat &amp; thanksgiving break.  One thing about bein gone for so long is that you really appreciate seein you're old friends again.&lt;br /&gt;I heard an awesome quote today while Nat &amp; I were doing some rubber band sniping "You guys are retarded, but that's why I love you".  If you can't act like a complete idiot in front of your friends who can you act like an idiot in front of?  The thing I miss the most from the fantastic four (soon to be an entire justice league) were the retardedly random conversations we used to have.  There was rarely a dull moment.  The quote also reminds us that true friends don't care about our problems &amp; our flaws.  They'll accept our flaws &amp;amp; help us fix our problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-112952683164615082?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/112952683164615082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=112952683164615082' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112952683164615082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112952683164615082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/10/master-chief-is-overcompensating.html' title='Master Chief is Overcompensating'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-112839949416800743</id><published>2005-10-03T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:18:14.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NUCLEAR LAUNCH DETECTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmm, that’s odd there’s a red dot at my feet and I hear people walking around even though there’s no one here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meh, it’s probably just my imagination.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I wish I lived in a simpler time, a time before I became utterly confused by a freaking math assignment, a time suspiciously just like yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ignorance is truly bliss sometimes, but even though those who are ignorant are happy I think it’s ethereal, an ignorant person doesn’t have the potential to be as truly happy as one who is not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure if we never knew that God existed we would still be happy but knowing &amp; believing that he’s watching over us, guiding us through our lives, &amp;amp; that he will always love us is an unparalleled feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe that even though I am upset now about the math that I don’t understand once I figure it out I will feel even better than before with a small sense of achievement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I had never met you guys I might still be happy right now, but I wouldn’t have the joy that you all give me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway all that I’m really trying to say is that I… HATE… SAUERKRAUT… IN AAALLBUQUERQUE!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-112839949416800743?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/112839949416800743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=112839949416800743' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112839949416800743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112839949416800743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/10/nuclear-launch-detected.html' title='NUCLEAR LAUNCH DETECTED'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-112762456986229440</id><published>2005-09-24T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:02:49.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things Guys Can't Say</title><content type='html'>These are 10 things that guys aren't allowed to say outside of sarcasm. If these rules are broken the repercussions can be devastating.&lt;br /&gt;1. Cute&lt;br /&gt;2. Silly&lt;br /&gt;3. Luff &amp; Fluffy&lt;br /&gt;4. Noddle &amp;amp; Huggle (pretty much any word with the le suffix added on)&lt;br /&gt;5. just leave me alone with my Ben &amp;amp; jerry's, it's that time of the month okay!?!?&lt;br /&gt;6. I feel pretty.&lt;br /&gt;7. Anything replacing l's with w's like pwease.&lt;br /&gt;8. Let’s talk about our feelings.&lt;br /&gt;9. You want to go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;10. I liked the movie finding neverland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-112762456986229440?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/112762456986229440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=112762456986229440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112762456986229440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112762456986229440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/09/10-things-guys-cant-say.html' title='10 Things Guys Can&apos;t Say'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-112710351250675337</id><published>2005-09-18T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:20:32.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;20 random facts 5:&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="16"&gt;04pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. I hate it when people litter.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. I love sitting down listening to random music on limewire.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. My favorite winter sport involving both boards and snow would probably be snowboarding.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. I wouldn’t have written this list if I hadn’t been bugged about it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. I’ve eaten nachos while watching a movie every weekend since I was 5 (cept now that college is here).&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6. Pink lemonade mixed with sprite is the greatest drink ever created &amp; should be sold in cans.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7. Nature = awesomeness which is why my favorite color is green.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8. My dorm room is mess.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;9. Penguins, pumas, &amp;amp; dogs are my favorite animals.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10. Math is halfway entertaining to me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;11. I got up during this list to eat right here… wait no here. (5:19pm)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;12. If I had a million dollars the first thing I’d buy would be a drink cause I’m thirsty.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;13. My favorite number is 333 due to its uber perfect three-ness.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;14. Mustard goes on nearly anything including cottage cheese.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;15. I’ve had more nicknames than I can keep track of.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;16. I can recite 50 decimals of pi in binary code just so fellow nerds will call me their king.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;17. I spoke with a British accent when I was really young.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;18. If I had a penny for every time I lost a million dollars in a coin flip I’d have the same amount of pennies &lt;st1:place&gt;Erin&lt;/st1:place&gt; owes me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;19. I’m unorganized &amp; actually almost just forgot about a team meeting for engineering.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;20. I’m lazy so considering I’ve been working on this off &amp;amp; on all day I don’t think I’ll be tagging over 360 people (or any at all for that matter) so uhh… too bad. (11:18pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-112710351250675337?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/112710351250675337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=112710351250675337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112710351250675337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112710351250675337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-112672197016215410</id><published>2005-09-14T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:22:06.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Candy (Yum)</title><content type='html'>Try to answer all of these questions in under 10 minutes (shouldn't be too hard). I'll add the answers in a comment (no cheating). Feel free to post how many you got right.  Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Some months have 30 days, some months have 31 days. How many months have&lt;br /&gt;28 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If a doctor gives you 3 pills and tells you to take one pill every half&lt;br /&gt;hour, how long would it be before all the pills had been taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I went to bed at eight o'clock in the evening and wound up my clock and&lt;br /&gt;set the alarm to sound at nine o'clock in the morning. How many hours sleep&lt;br /&gt;would I get before being awoken by the alarm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Divide 30 by half and add ten. What do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A farmer had 17 sheep. All but 9 died. How many live sheep were left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If you had only one match and entered a COLD and DARK room, where there&lt;br /&gt;was an oil heater, an oil lamp and a candle, which would you light first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A man builds a house with four sides of rectangular construction, each&lt;br /&gt;side having a southern exposure. A big bear comes along. What color is the&lt;br /&gt;bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Take 2 apples from 3 apples. What do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) How many animals of each species did Moses take with him in the Ark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If you drove a bus with 43 people on board from Chicago and stopped at&lt;br /&gt;Pittsburgh to pick up 7 more people and drop off 5 passengers and at&lt;br /&gt;Cleveland to drop off 8 passengers and pick up 4 more and eventually arrive&lt;br /&gt;at Philadelphia 20 hours later, what's the name of the driver?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-112672197016215410?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/112672197016215410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=112672197016215410' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112672197016215410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112672197016215410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/09/mind-candy-yum.html' title='Mind Candy (Yum)'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-112602420506461998</id><published>2005-09-06T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:30:05.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wonder what it's like on the outside.  We've all been in school for almost as long as we can remember.  For me it's going on 14 years.  College is a big change from the monotonous routine of school.  No one is there to watch out for you if you ever fall.  You're around all new people and all new things &amp; it's weird to think of this as home for the next 4 years.  Though the road isn't easy there is a light at the end, a hope for what's to come.  There's a path for everyone through college, whether they want to make a name for themselves, live the good life, help the helpless, or to just start a family.  The years to come are what we've been working for our whole lives, though throughout most of it we didn't even realize our cause.  Anyway I guess I chose engineering because of the fat paycheck &amp; my love of math but I wonder what I'd be the happiest doing considering that's more important than money.  I bet being a teacher would be pretty cool even though they don't make much.  You get the satisfaction of helping others through their own paths in life, you get to experience the other end of the totem pole, &amp; last but certainly not least you get summer vacation!  Anyway I'd like to know what you think your ideal job is. Doctor? Writer? Law Ninja maybe?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-112602420506461998?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/112602420506461998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=112602420506461998' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112602420506461998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112602420506461998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-on-outside.html' title='Life on the Outside'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-112580983231875318</id><published>2005-09-03T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T21:57:12.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POSTAGE.</title><content type='html'>No, not like stamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to let everyone know that I am a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in disguise who likes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink font&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and chick flicks. I wear &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aprons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whenever possible, especially when I'm working in the kitchen making lovely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;pastries&lt;/span&gt; and things, as practice for being a future &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;housewife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, I'd like to point out that I am indisputably inferior to Erin in practically every way, except when it comes to things such as Magic and role-playing games, which are very obviously useless anyway. She is more intelligent, better looking, and undoubtedly much more humble than myself, and I concede all wars and battles to her at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S.-PurduesucksNotreDamerocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/10332336-112580983231875318?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/112580983231875318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=112580983231875318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112580983231875318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112580983231875318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/09/postage.html' title='POSTAGE.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-112493790274176582</id><published>2005-08-24T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:48:27.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When squirrels attack</title><content type='html'>So anyway life's been awesome down here at Purdue. I'm adapting to the whole college thing a lot better than I expected. I'm actually really enjoying it. Now that I have such long waits between classes it'd be sort of pointless to walk back to my dorm so I just take the time to do my homework right afterwards and relax. I've never really taken the time to just lay down in a patch of grass, listen to music, and watch the world go by before but it's really awesome. Classes are all right I guess math and chemistry are getting pretty hard already. My online chemistry homework was pretty nuts and my math teacher talks really fast with a lisp so it's hard to keep up. I'm gonna try to get involved in a few clubs down here like Catholics on campus and maybe jujitsu lessons. There's always something to do down here. Anyway there was this recent wave of killer squirrel attacks down here and I just can't figure it out. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4396/794/1600/super%20squirrel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4396/794/320/super%20squirrel1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If the squirrels made it all the way down here what happened to all of the lemurs and the duckies? My best guess is that they finished each other off considering they're mortal enemies but who knows. Anyway I'll try to hold off the squirrels till the penguin forces arrive. Wish me luck till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-112493790274176582?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/112493790274176582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=112493790274176582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112493790274176582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112493790274176582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-squirrels-attack.html' title='When squirrels attack'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-112415090123398278</id><published>2005-08-15T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:11:50.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Posts for the Price of One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2005" day="14" month="8"&gt;Finally my internet is working. I've been keeping a bit of a journal since I got here since I didn't have anything better to do without the internet &amp; all. Well here's what I've written thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2005" day="14" month="8"&gt;   8/14/05&lt;/st1:date&gt; 1:00pm (No internet yet)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wow I’m surprised how easy it was to watch my parents drive away crying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I’ve sort of been training all summer for this moment in a sense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really haven’t spent much time with them at all the past few months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway I just met my roommate &amp;amp; he seems sorta cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s reading Harry Potter #5 right now just like I am, he brought down a chess set just like I did (however mine is infinitely cooler thnx &lt;st1:place&gt;Erin&lt;/st1:place&gt;) &amp; he’s into games like Warhammer 40k &amp;amp; Halo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spent the night at Nat &amp; Slack’s dorm last night and we just watched TV and played games all night (which is what I expected college to be like).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually I feel sorta weird living nearly on my own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel just like I did at the St. Jude’s confirmation retreat or at &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;camp&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Eberhart&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The initial shock of leaving all my friends has passed and it’s actually pretty cool down here. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="23"&gt;11:30pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; (Still no internet)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Slack, Nat &amp;amp; I hunted down some of the Marian students at Purdue today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We successfully found Jessica Williamowski, Mel Harker (not a student here but she was helping move in Jessica), and Chelsea Sieradski after that we headed back to our dorms for the official start of the boiler gold rush.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We broke into small groups &amp; did icebreakers till we had to go to the auditorium.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the speeches were about to start it was really dark in the giant auditorium &amp;amp; when the rules displayed on a screen told everyone to turn off their cell phones everyone got theirs out and started waving it back and forth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s one of the coolest sites I’ve ever seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were 5,000 students in there and most of them were doing it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;sea&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename&gt;L.E.D.&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; lights in the middle of a near pitch black room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all of the boring speeches there was this stand up comedian who gave us a 30 minute speech.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was hilarious &amp; he gave us an awesome message.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You should check out his site it’s GotAloha.org.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date month="8" day="15" year="2005"&gt;8/15/05&lt;/st1:date&gt; 4:30pm (No internet yet)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well my internet connection was supposed to be up by now but sadly it isn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This morning we went to this open area (where I assume concerts will be held in the future) called Slater Hill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We watched the cheerleaders perform and we listened to a small band.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only really cool thing about all of that was when the band played enter sandman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only did it sound awesome but it also reminded me of home somehow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later we went to the other building that we were at last night and listened to speeches.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We did the whole L.E.D. thing again and somehow it just wasn’t as cool this time probably because it wasn’t random. We listened to yet another comedian who covered some of the serious issues like drugs and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it for today my faithful viewers or readers or whatever the heck you people are.  See all of ya in like 2-3 months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-112415090123398278?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/112415090123398278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=112415090123398278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112415090123398278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112415090123398278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/08/three-posts-for-price-of-one.html' title='Three Posts for the Price of One'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-112326609184074791</id><published>2005-08-05T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:22:35.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T - 1 Week and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;It is decreed that Purdue shall rock. The campus is ginormous and there's always stuff to do. There's even an fnm "right down the hill from Purdue". Not only that but I get to come back and see everyone during all the breaks (Plus I'll see some of you during the Antioch retreats. Ben Modlin and I are going to both of em if we can since we're so close to Carmel). And after a few months away from everyone seeing all of you guys again will be all the sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;In other news this week shall be as hectic as they come. Buying tons upon tons of school stuff, trying to brush up on my math &amp;amp; French, trying to hang out with friends as much as possible, and packing shall be at the top of the to-do-list. Oh awesome, I almost forgot that the 9th Edition boxen cometh today too. HOT DOG! For all of the magic literate out there that read this blog there shall be a draft this Wednesday (to the best of my knowledge). Oh and for everyone that I didn't tell already the last post was merely meant as a subliminal message. Read the first letter of each line and it should spell something (unless you're on Mozilla Firefox or your font size is weird cause then it doesn't always work).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-112326609184074791?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/112326609184074791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=112326609184074791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112326609184074791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112326609184074791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/08/t-1-week-and-counting.html' title='T - 1 Week and Counting'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-112206877334529176</id><published>2005-07-22T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T14:46:13.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egassem Lanimilbus</title><content type='html'>Geeze it felt the weekend would never come. Does anyone else feel like the summer is going by way too fast? Every moment I sit at my computer typing this post is a valuable moment that I could be doing stuff with friends.  I’ll be able to make posts every day down at college. Why waste it on posts now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m thinking about this college thing a little wrong. I shouldn’t be nervous entering a new life like this I should embrace it with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an interesting day. I was serving breakfast at work &amp; noticed that an old family friend of ours wasn’t there. I talked to him every day I worked on the upper level. I found out later that day that he died of heart failure on Wednesday. I&lt;br /&gt;really wasn’t sad oddly enough because he was in pain &amp;amp; he’s in a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate is in Australia right now so we haven’t gotten to talk but he sounds awesome nonetheless. He’s tidy and he’s into warhammer &amp; stuff so it’ll be easy to get him hooked on Magic (Mwhahahaha). I think Purdue will be a lot more fun than I first thought. It sounds pretty sweet when I think about all of the different kinds of clubs that I can get involved in. Hopefully I’ll find a good youth group down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that with all of the planning that we’ve made we still haven’t done anything really memorable (other than all of the parties) yet this summer. I mean we really should just go drive down to some water park or Cedar Point one of these days. It sucks that I’m going to have to miss the fabled camping trip but at least I’ll still go canoeing this summer. Well sorry for the nearly pointless post Au Revior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-112206877334529176?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/112206877334529176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=112206877334529176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112206877334529176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112206877334529176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/07/egassem-lanimilbus_112206877334529176.html' title='Egassem Lanimilbus'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-112000769317985809</id><published>2005-06-28T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:06:25.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Ate Your Chocolate Squirrel</title><content type='html'>Its funny when you think about the concerns parents have regarding the violent &amp; immoral television &amp;amp; video games when even the children's stories that they expose them to aren't much better. I doubt many parents have sat down and thought fairy tales through before reading them to their children. Have you ever really thought about what children’s fairy tales are really teaching kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack &amp; the Beanstalk is a prime example. Jack seemingly gets ripped off in an idiotic trade, which caused a beanstalk to grow. He climbs it thousands of feet in the air till he finds someone’s house where he enters (immoral act #1 breaking &amp; entering); he finds a giant cannibal &amp; he steals his goose that lays golden eggs &amp;amp; his magical harp (#2 theft), he attempts to escape with said goose &amp; harp. On the way back home he ends up killing the giant (#3 murder).  Jack lived hapily ever after the end.  Can you find a moral anywhere in there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumpelstiltskin is another terrible one. This man lies causing a death sentence on his daughter unless she can produce gold from straw for a king. Every night for 3 nights this short little man would come in and help her if she gave him something (this is already starting to look like an adult horror film) the third night she promised him her first born child. She marries the greedy king (who was going to kill her to begin with) &amp; when she has a child the little man comes back for it. She ends up guessing his name so she can keep her child and Rumpelstiltskin commits suicide by ripping himself in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on naming children’s stories with terrible plots from Hansel &amp;amp; Gretel to Alice in Wonderland but I think you get the point. However horrible these stories are though I must give them some credit. They still each share a common legitimate moral: &lt;strong&gt;Don’t do drugs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-112000769317985809?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/112000769317985809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=112000769317985809' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112000769317985809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/112000769317985809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-think-i-ate-your-chocolate-squirrel.html' title='I Think I Ate Your Chocolate Squirrel'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111964566367355567</id><published>2005-06-24T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T13:41:03.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No Not Another List!</title><content type='html'>Due to a lack of originality &amp; motivation on my part I have made a favorite list as well.  So... uhh without any further ado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Favorite Video Games&lt;br /&gt;1. Starcraft&lt;br /&gt;2. Starwars Battlefront&lt;br /&gt;3. Super Smash Brothers&lt;br /&gt;4. Any Final Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;5. Diablo 2&lt;br /&gt;6. Dynasty Warriors&lt;br /&gt;7. Chrono Trigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Favorite Board/Card Games&lt;br /&gt;1. Magic&lt;br /&gt;2. Chess&lt;br /&gt;3. Mastermind&lt;br /&gt;4. Euchre&lt;br /&gt;5. Kemps&lt;br /&gt;6. Balderdash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Favorite Inside Jokes&lt;br /&gt;1. The Great Cat Invasion of China&lt;br /&gt;2. Why Alex &amp; Erin like Tomb Raider so much&lt;br /&gt;3. The I before E rule that gets on Michael's nerves&lt;br /&gt;4. Crazed goblin's horrible error&lt;br /&gt;5. Operation TT&lt;br /&gt;(I would've included pink lace or thunder thighs but I fear getting pushed into a pool or beat up by a 2nd degree blackbelt. If I'm missing any others feel free to comment them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Favorite Pastimes (Other than Magic &amp; video games)&lt;br /&gt;1. Listening to songs I found on Kazaa&lt;br /&gt;2. Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;3. Tennis&lt;br /&gt;4. Singing P&amp;W at Antioch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Favorite Songs&lt;br /&gt;1. Smoke on the Water&lt;br /&gt;2. Seven Nation Army&lt;br /&gt;3. Here I am to Worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Favorite Online Comics&lt;br /&gt;1. Vgcats&lt;br /&gt;2. Nuklearpower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Favorite Animal&lt;br /&gt;1. Penguin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111964566367355567?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111964566367355567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111964566367355567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111964566367355567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111964566367355567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-no-not-another-list.html' title='Oh No Not Another List!'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111941215212585534</id><published>2005-06-21T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:22:22.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magical Pixie Gnomes of Qhipounge</title><content type='html'>Of all the species that has ever walked the earth none has been quite as mysterious as the Magical Pixie Gnome.  They inhabit a small tropical island located 10 miles south of the South Pole known as Qhipounge.  They look somewhat like lawn gnomes except they are 10 feet tall, 500 lbs, and they have tiny pixie wings on their backs used mainly for high-speed flight.  They feed mostly on jackalopes but they have been known to sometimes eat their own young as an occasional snack.  Their vast numbers are kept in check by their only natural enemy, the dreaded vampire penguin.  The vampire penguin is a small black docile penguin that feeds mainly on plankton &amp; giraffes.  They have been known to sleep near cliffs where the magical pixie gnomes live. The magical pixie gnomes often trip on them and plummet to an abysmal demise.  To learn more about the magical pixie gnomes &amp; vampire penguins visit your local library.  And remember kids reading is fun &amp; knowledge is power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111941215212585534?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111941215212585534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111941215212585534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111941215212585534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111941215212585534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/06/magical-pixie-gnomes-of-qhipounge.html' title='The Magical Pixie Gnomes of Qhipounge'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111886795654448607</id><published>2005-06-15T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T13:39:16.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But I am NOT le tired...</title><content type='html'>Ok I have a new resolution for life.  Less sleep.  Sleep is basically wasted time that could easily be put to a better use (like playing snes games on your laptop all night).  Now that I have a job that requires me to wake up at 5:30am many mornings I think I'm not going to worry about sleep too much.  I got 4 and a half hours of sleep last night and I feel fine.  Sure I was tired for about an hour after I woke up but I probably would've been anyway.  Maybe if I ever get tired enough I'll just drink some coffee (I hate coffee).  So I guess I'm taking an optomistic point of view towards my new job's hours (6:30-2:00).  Instead of useless sleep I'm making money.  In conclusion if scientists didn't sleep I bet they would've found the cure for cancer, the common cold, or even estrogen build-up (the worst disease ever).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111886795654448607?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111886795654448607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111886795654448607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111886795654448607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111886795654448607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/06/but-i-am-not-le-tired.html' title='But I am NOT le tired...'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111721778827560261</id><published>2005-05-27T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T11:16:28.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Yellow One is the Title</title><content type='html'>Today is an awesome &amp; memorable day. It is the final day of real school and it is on the brink of a 4 day weekend and then a 3 month one. The only thing that could make this day better would be 6 straight hours of pure magic enjoyment... oh wait that's today too. Wow life really rocks! Anyway time to get to the meat and potatoes of the post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that life is far too predictable. I know the basics of what I'll be doing for the next 4 years and quite a bit of what I'll be doing for the next 50 or so years after that. It's almost as though our lives have been outlined by some unseen force. You can even predict how long you will live... sometimes I wish something spontaneous would happen such as tons of aliens destroying the earth for an intergalactic highway or something like that. I'm sure that would get rid of the frumpish future. (I never get a chance to use that word) Sometimes it's comforting to know your future is secure and that you will succeed but what is that really worth if its cost is repetition and tedium?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111721778827560261?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111721778827560261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111721778827560261' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111721778827560261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111721778827560261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/05/big-yellow-one-is-title.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;The Big Yellow One is the Title&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111655800653203969</id><published>2005-05-19T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:03:40.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardian Angels Rock</title><content type='html'>Driving home I was thinking about how I'm not the best driver out there but somehow I've managed to keep a clean driving record with no screw ups. I half jokingly thanked my guardian angel for this and then realized that he's helped me out throughout my life without even realizing it. After this I thought about seeing him in heaven and how speechlessly thankful I'd be to him for helping me get as far as I've gotten in life. So I thought I'd write him a prayer for when I see him so I don't just sit there speechlessly dumbfounded as I often find myself in everydaylife.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Forever watching from afar&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You guide me as I drive my car&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ceaselessly standing over me&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You fill my life with unending glee&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unbeknownst as I live my life&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Freeing it of Satan’s strife&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thank you for all you’ve ever done&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To make my life a holy one&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And looking back on the paths we chose&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I realize that pleasure comes and goes&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But happiness in Christ is all I’ll ever need&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I’m glad you’ve helped me plant that seed&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111655800653203969?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111655800653203969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111655800653203969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111655800653203969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111655800653203969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/05/guardian-angels-rock.html' title='Guardian Angels Rock'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111618165653531193</id><published>2005-05-15T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T11:27:36.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for more fun</title><content type='html'>01. Reply with your name and I will write something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;02. I will then tell what song/movie/icon reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, it would be...&lt;br /&gt;04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.&lt;br /&gt;05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.&lt;br /&gt;06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;08. Put this in your journal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111618165653531193?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111618165653531193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111618165653531193' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111618165653531193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111618165653531193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-for-more-fun.html' title='Just for more fun'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111610038019187461</id><published>2005-05-14T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T12:53:00.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changeing the subject</title><content type='html'>This next month is going to rock.  I don't think I've ever had as much going on in a month than I have going on this month.  Mill, Alex, and I are going to the magic prerelease next weekend in Chicago, my birthday is the weekend after that, graduation is the next weekend, and scattered throughout the next few weeks after that are tons of graduation parties to attend.  Not to mention all of the Antioch stuff I'll be doing plus the week of school devoted to seniors.  Once this hectic month is over I'll have still have tons of chaos to attend to such as a full time job and all of the preparations for going off to Purdue.  I have a feeling this is going to be one of the best eras of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111610038019187461?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111610038019187461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111610038019187461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111610038019187461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111610038019187461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/05/changeing-subject.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Change&lt;/i&gt;ing the subject'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111535212979377374</id><published>2005-05-05T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T21:02:09.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Look! More Stuff About Change</title><content type='html'>I think I've changed this past month more than I have the past 2 years combined. I would spend most of my time playing games to keep myself entertained. I now realize how time I've wasted with this junk. All they do is make their user even more socially and intellectually inept than they already are. Getting involved with Antioch was the best decision I've ever made. I feel as though I know who I am now more than I ever have before. My life seems to have meaning to it and I'm in a much better mood in general. I used to also have a problem with cussing. I would accidentally let them slip at the wrong times during tennis or at home and I would be forced to face the consequences. This problem is almost completely taken care of now thanks to getting involved with the church. My values are much better and my parents seem much happier with me. I feel as though my faith will help me get through the toughest challenges I receive from life in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111535212979377374?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111535212979377374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111535212979377374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111535212979377374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111535212979377374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/05/hey-look-more-stuff-about-change.html' title='Hey Look! More Stuff About Change'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111481522483394016</id><published>2005-04-29T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:53:59.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is Inevitable (Except From a Vending Machine)</title><content type='html'>For most of my life I've had something against change. I had the rest of my life planned out since I was in the 5th grade. I'd keep the same friends my whole life, we'd all live right by each other and work at the same place. In my mind the plan was flawless. Soon after that my world was about to get shaken up quite a bit. I was forced to go to St. Jude’s and abandon all of the friends that I was positive I'd have for the rest of my life. Looking back this one decision, forced down by my parents, has changed my entire life for the better. I've had a better quality of education, I've made some great new friends, and I have high expectations for my future. Though it's impossible to really tell how differently my life would be if I wasn't forced into St. Jude’s, I'm positive the change was the right choice. Anyway the reason I'm writing about this dribble is because of another change in my life. My parents want to move again and though it would only be a mile or 2 it is still a big deal to me. I really like the house I'm in now, but if it comes down to it I'm willing to accept whatever change my parent's decide on. Change is what makes life worth living. I don't know if I could keep my sanity doing the same routine day in and day out without much variation. So I guess I'm a little wiser than my old self in saying that I will accept change to my life, good or bad. It's no use resisting change for it will happen sooner or later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111481522483394016?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111481522483394016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111481522483394016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111481522483394016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111481522483394016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/04/change-is-inevitable-except-from.html' title='Change is Inevitable (Except From a Vending Machine)'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111396131965999888</id><published>2005-04-19T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:41:59.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect and Disregard</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I was sitting in church today listening to Sister Marie talk about her experiences with Pope John Paul II, I realized how honored she must've felt to have met the pope face to face.  After thinking of this for a little while, knowing that the entire room must be thinking this same thing, it came to my attention that every mass we are personally in the presence of God and yet I don't see too many people experiencing this great honor.  In fact it was made clear to me that most of the gym couldn't care less to be in mass instead of in class.  The person on my left could barely keep awake and a lot of the others seemed to be dazing off or whispering to friends.  All I'm really trying to say in this post is that it seems that church has become rather boring to those who do not participate.  It is apparent that a lot of those who receive the Eucharist don't even realize what they are actually receiving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111396131965999888?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111396131965999888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111396131965999888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111396131965999888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111396131965999888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/04/respect-and-disregard.html' title='Respect and Disregard'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111376901431327648</id><published>2005-04-17T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T13:16:54.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's journey to God</title><content type='html'>Sitting at adoration I began to think about life and how it’s just one big journey.  Eventually I came up with the conclusion that life is like a day’s trek through the scorching desert to paradise (Maybe I’ve been watching too many desert movies).  Anyway the trek starts at 12:00 am symbolizing birth.  The first 6 hours are rather easy (being the first 15 years of your life) because it is dark and rather cool and you don’t need water too desperately yet.  During the 6th hour you begin to see the sun (the real world) though it is dimly lit you can still tell that it will be upon you soon.  I think I am about at 7:00 am in my life and I have recently found a lush green oasis (the church) whose water has helped to quench my thirst and will help me make it through the rest of my journey safely.  As I look off from the edges of the oasis I see others walking.  They all look rather thirsty so I wave them on over but they ignore me as though they can’t even see the oasis or me.  They are either too caught up in their own mirages of drugs and alcohol or they are just selfishly caught up in themselves.  Most of them seem to be veering off the path that God has set for them leading to eternal paradise.  The journey from 8:00am-8:00pm through life is difficult but you must remain on the path set before you no matter what temptations the devil brings.  Towards 8:00 pm the journey gets rather easy again.  The sun is subsiding and you know that your journey will be at an end soon.  All of your hard work to stay on the path will soon pay off.  We shouldn’t be sad when one of our loved ones finally reaches the end of their journey for they are in a better place than us now.  All we can do is look forward and try to get through the desert as best as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111376901431327648?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111376901431327648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111376901431327648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111376901431327648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111376901431327648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/04/lifes-journey-to-god.html' title='Life&apos;s journey to God'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111299158507727978</id><published>2005-04-08T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T13:19:45.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7 guidelines of a Good Movie</title><content type='html'>I was talking with Erin about what movies must have in them to be considered good and I think we've come up with a near perfect set of guidelines for movies to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The main character can't die unless it happens to save everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;2. Everything must be as dramatic as possible (ex. if there are 3 chances of doing something it must be done on the 3rd try)&lt;br /&gt;3. The main character (the good guy) cannot under any circumstances be persuaded to the side of evil&lt;br /&gt;4. The bad guys must either die or have an unlucky occurrence befall them.&lt;br /&gt;5. All materials/conditions necessary to carry out an amazing stunt or life-saving plan must happen to be present and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;6. The ending must be either extremely happy or extremely sad. If the ending is poor the entire movie sucks.&lt;br /&gt;7. All of the above rules and guidelines shall be declared null and void in the event that five (5) or more usable quotes are present in the script of the movie in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what you're thinking after reading this "If there is a set of objective guidelines for movies to follow, does that mean that someone can compose a perfect movie?" Fear not though for I have the answer to this paradoxical question.  That answer is yes.  The perfect movie that follows all of these guidelines perfectly is the Matrix Parody Alex, Nat and I made 2 years ago for Mrs. Switzer's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see any mistakes with the guidelines or you feel like adding to them feel free to post your opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111299158507727978?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111299158507727978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111299158507727978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111299158507727978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111299158507727978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/04/7-guidelines-of-good-movie_08.html' title='The 7 guidelines of a Good Movie'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111267520837479834</id><published>2005-04-04T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T21:31:32.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone's actions in some way or another are related to their pursuit of happiness. There are many ways people attempt to fulfill this search. The most popular and fruitless method, however, is through greed. They attain more and more possessions in the belief that the next one will quench their endless thirst. The reason this method is so popular is because the media promotes it constantly. 99% of all commercials attempt to make you believe that if you purchase their product you will be one step closer to happiness. Sadly this is not the case. The happiness obtained through objects is an ethereal and fleeting one at best. It is my belief, however, that true happiness can only be obtained through following the will of God. &lt;p&gt;In any case the reason that I chose this topic for my post is because I'm beginning to attend the Antioch youth group meetings and I must say they are truly inspiring. They seem to have a constant aura of joy filling the room and I can't help but think that this must be a glimpse of what eternal happiness in the afterlife must be like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111267520837479834?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111267520837479834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111267520837479834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111267520837479834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111267520837479834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/04/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111206678429551898</id><published>2005-03-28T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T19:26:24.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't Irony Great?</title><content type='html'>My favorite aspect of literature would have to be irony. Irony makes you think and it also causes you to chuckle to yourself. Literature has never been one of my favorite subjects in school, but it's definitely left a great impact on my life. I used to write quite a bit of poetry a few years back, but not much since. This has to be my favorite poem I've ever written, though it doesn't contain any insight to my life it does contain irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ominous clouds begin to soar&lt;br /&gt;And let out a thunderous roar&lt;br /&gt;As lightning rips trees in half&lt;br /&gt;Showing the storm's terrible wrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves chaos in its wake&lt;br /&gt;While buildings begin to shake&lt;br /&gt;With a hiss of the wind&lt;br /&gt;Trees start to rend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the storm starts to subside&lt;br /&gt;The clouds go to the eastward side&lt;br /&gt;From this horror you'd think the earth would mourn&lt;br /&gt;But instead a magnificent rainbow is born&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111206678429551898?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111206678429551898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111206678429551898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111206678429551898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111206678429551898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/03/isnt-irony-great.html' title='Isn&apos;t Irony Great?'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111155014219144390</id><published>2005-03-22T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T19:55:42.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution &amp; Christian Views</title><content type='html'>Evolution seems to be a hot topic on the minds of many Christians. Many people mistake human evolution as humans evolving from apes, but this is not the case. It simply implies that humans evolved from the same animal, at one point, as every other animal over a long period of time. The church accepts evolution as a legitimate theory as long as you believe that God guided this process and specially created the human soul at some point during it. So my question is this "Is alot of the Old Testament (such as Adam and Eve) meant to be parables for the betterment of its readers or should you stand by it as historical fact?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111155014219144390?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111155014219144390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111155014219144390' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111155014219144390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111155014219144390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/03/evolution-christian-views.html' title='Evolution &amp; Christian Views'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-111121376645381535</id><published>2005-03-19T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T22:30:36.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the meaning of life is...</title><content type='html'>Like most of the titles on Miller's blog I think I'll make mine have nothing to do with my post just to annoy those who are seeking the meaning of life (I'll give you a hint you can probably find it somewhere in the world’s best-selling book). Anyway with spring break coming up and the Marian seniors' high school educations coming to a close the teachers feel it is their duty to stack as many projects on us as possible before we escape from their clutches. I know they are actually doing this to help us out. I mean teaching at Marian is practically volunteer work for people with 4 years of college like them. I had no idea that the teachers at Marian made so little money. I've heard from some semi-reliable sources that Marian teachers start at 23,000 a year... and veteran teachers make it to the lower 30,000's. Many of the teachers have to take up second jobs to support their family. I've been told that Mr. Gross is a deliveryman for a local pizza parlor on the side. Anyway it's time I mentioned some controversial subject that everyone argues with me about hmm... ok I got one "All pets go to heaven when they die if they are good (except for cats because they are useless blobs of fur)" hmm I think I'm going to have some harsh consequences for writing that but oh well... until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-111121376645381535?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/111121376645381535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=111121376645381535' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111121376645381535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/111121376645381535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-meaning-of-life-is.html' title='And the meaning of life is...'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-110687657557250953</id><published>2005-01-27T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T17:42:55.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best things in life are cheap.</title><content type='html'>In all seriousness what is there in life that’s truly free?  I was playing catch with my dog Maggie and it occurred to me, how much is it costing my parents for me to do this?  There’s the electricity bill, the taxes on the house, the clothes on my back, and even the price of the ball.  I would mention the price of my dog, but the breeder we got her from (who sells them for about $1,500 a piece) gave her to us for free (and no she’s not defective), but to make a short story even shorter my dad got her for free because he made a deal with her by making and running a website for her.  Anyway enough tangents, almost anything you do these days is not completely free.  Companies even charge us a lot for water these days.  A gallon of bottled water costs almost twice as much as a gallon of gas.  I know I’m probably overcomplicating this simple phrase but how can you really say (even if you can think of something that really is free) one thing is better than another.  Sure just hanging out with your friends is fun (and practically free) but how can you say that it’s better than something like snowboarding (which costs a lot).  In closing I’d like to mention that it cost $0.03 for the 10 minutes online that I spent writing and posting this.&lt;br /&gt;Skippy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-110687657557250953?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/110687657557250953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=110687657557250953' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/110687657557250953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/110687657557250953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/01/best-things-in-life-are-cheap.html' title='The best things in life are cheap.'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10332336.post-110651189457397842</id><published>2005-01-23T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T12:24:54.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble With Cellphones</title><content type='html'>The more I learn about cellphone companies the more I dislike them.  My sister racked up a cellphone bill of over $200 one month last year.  This occured because she did not know how to check how many minutes she had left.  I recently obtained a cellphone and due to a loophole I used up all of my minutes the first day I got it.  All that the phone manual said about aim is that when you get on aim on your phone it costs money only for outgoing messages.  Knowing this I decided to stay on aim 24/7 on the phone so i could recieve messages and see who was on anytime.  Later that night I got on my account on my computer and messaged people alot.  Apparently my cellphone company couldn't tell the difference between my computer and my cellphone while I was on the same account and they charged me 0.10$ per aim message I sent.  From all of my past knowlege about these companies I'm very surprised that people put up with these poor business ethics.  I pay 20$ a month for only 80 minutes ):  (Its a pay as you go type) My parents are going to allow me to get a normal type if I can find a good deal.  If any of you know of a good deal with a good company please feel free to post it. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10332336-110651189457397842?l=truenirvana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/110651189457397842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10332336&amp;postID=110651189457397842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/110651189457397842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10332336/posts/default/110651189457397842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truenirvana.blogspot.com/2005/01/trouble-with-cellphones.html' title='Trouble With Cellphones'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08735472424972854443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/Skipdog87/PenguinAvatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
