<?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-6210919</id><updated>2011-08-22T15:45:38.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That good ol' instant classic</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts on life, Jesus and my identity in Him.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-4434488583137106488</id><published>2010-11-09T04:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T04:53:35.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness is grace</title><summary type='text'>I've missed my God. It seems so cliche that I would turn to Him in the midst of great hardship and struggle, but here I am.  God has been gracious in the midst of my sojourn away from Him.  Now I feel lost, trying to find my way back.  Not lost in the sense that I can't find God, but lost trying to recover to the place where we were close.  No, I can't escape God, no matter how hard I try.  He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/4434488583137106488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=4434488583137106488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/4434488583137106488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/4434488583137106488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2010/11/sadness-is-grace.html' title='Sadness is grace'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-3399209780099271090</id><published>2009-09-28T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:23:09.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shepherd's Blog and the challenge ahead</title><summary type='text'>Well, it certainly has been awhile since I have written anything on here, and my first blog in a long time is not going to be like what I thought it would.  I read part of Shepherd Smith's blog this morning (http://whatjesushasdone.com/blogs/shepsmith/) and was blown away and certainly challenged in my faith.  His insistence that we seek Jesus first and not behavior modification was a great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/3399209780099271090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=3399209780099271090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/3399209780099271090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/3399209780099271090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2009/09/shepherds-blog-and-challenge-ahead.html' title='Shepherd&apos;s Blog and the challenge ahead'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-116682669446181088</id><published>2006-12-22T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:31:34.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting things out of the way</title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas, happy New Year, and happy 3 year anniversary.  Done and done.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/116682669446181088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=116682669446181088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/116682669446181088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/116682669446181088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/12/getting-things-out-of-way.html' title='getting things out of the way'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-116277718010724755</id><published>2006-11-05T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:39:40.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hell week has been entered into.  Homework sucks.  Interim is good.  That is all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/116277718010724755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=116277718010724755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/116277718010724755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/116277718010724755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/11/hell-week-has-been-entered-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-116111542954434204</id><published>2006-10-17T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:03:49.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love prisclla deen very much and i am so thankful for her.---------------------money cannot save talent cannot save position cannot save my soul from death knowledge cannot savelearning cannot saveeven wisdom cannot save my soul from deathI will boast in only Jesus ChristI will boast in only Jesus Christto this world I have been crucifiedso I will boast in only Jesus Christreligion cannot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/116111542954434204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=116111542954434204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/116111542954434204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/116111542954434204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-prisclla-deen-very-much-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-116066923110504243</id><published>2006-10-12T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T09:07:11.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><summary type='text'>Right not I'm putting off writing a lesson plan for a lesson that I have to give in a little less than two hours.  Funny thing is, I'm still not entirely sure how to write a good lesson plan.  Life is good right now.  I rarely have time to play video games, play guitar or go shoot my 22 at the range but life it good.  I feel productive for the first time in a long time.It is with this knowledge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/116066923110504243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=116066923110504243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/116066923110504243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/116066923110504243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/10/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-115868470322292439</id><published>2006-09-19T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:14:00.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wish List</title><summary type='text'>Just so I can refer everyone who asks me to this website instead of trying to remember what I want:Music:Indelible Grace IV - Beams of HeavenAndrew Peterson - The Far CountrySandra McCracken - The Builder and the Architect; and/or Gravity/LoveEllery - Lying AwakeMovies/TV Seasons: The Office - Seasons 1 and 2Battlestar Galactica - Seasons 1 and 2Sienfeld - Seasons 3 and 4Books:1776 by David </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/115868470322292439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=115868470322292439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/115868470322292439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/115868470322292439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/09/birthday-wish-list.html' title='Birthday Wish List'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-115766371140430167</id><published>2006-09-07T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:15:11.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really, really, really like to give people advice.I really, really, really hate when people give me advice.I am hoping that Jesus can reverse that because it is so much better to be teachable than to teach.  Why does God give good things when I don't deserve them?  Priscilla is the ultimate gift from God and she teaches me so much.  Thank you God.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/115766371140430167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=115766371140430167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/115766371140430167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/115766371140430167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-really-really-really-like-to-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-115643591766444527</id><published>2006-08-24T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T09:11:57.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting</title><summary type='text'>So I went shooting with my dad and grandpa.  I shot at a target 50 feet away with a 45 and a 22.  It was one of the most fun experiences of my life.  We drove to Arlington Heights to pick him up, went out to dinner and then went to his gun club.  At this gun club my grandpa was in his element.  He taught us the proper stance to shoot, what it meant if we were off the target in any certain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/115643591766444527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=115643591766444527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/115643591766444527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/115643591766444527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/08/shooting.html' title='Shooting'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-115532476846795871</id><published>2006-08-11T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T13:07:45.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Jammin Camp</title><summary type='text'>I just read Dan's post.  If you haven't read it yet you should.  I really like knowing how my friends are doing spiritually but for some reason it's a lot easier to read about them than to talk to them.  I wonder if they feel the same way about me?In any case I just returned from Jam Camp.  It was my 4th time.  While I don't think that that number really matters I do feel like I know what I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/115532476846795871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=115532476846795871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/115532476846795871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/115532476846795871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/08/that-jammin-camp.html' title='That Jammin Camp'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-115515827981929961</id><published>2006-08-09T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:18:32.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><summary type='text'>Hello. I thought I would surprise everyone by actually posting. I don't know why, I just got the urge. Definitely an impulse to write nonsense for you all to read... wonderful isn't it?Who actually reads this? I haven't read blogs all summer long. I think that honestly blogging is a school year thing. I mean, seriously, we see each other a lot more when we are all living in close proximity. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/115515827981929961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=115515827981929961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/115515827981929961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/115515827981929961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/08/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-114977402099035848</id><published>2006-06-08T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T07:29:31.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sick of titles</title><summary type='text'>So another summer begins.  Wedding season has begun again as well.I was a groomsmen in a wedding for my friend Scott.  It was a really good wedding and I'm happy for him.  I'm not so happy for my bank account though as being a groomsmen is one of the more expensive things in life.  I spent $40 bucks on the bachelor party (which consisted of laser-tag and dinner).  I spent $114 on my tux and about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/114977402099035848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=114977402099035848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114977402099035848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114977402099035848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-so-sick-of-titles.html' title='I&apos;m so sick of titles'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-114771903872474700</id><published>2006-05-15T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:53:15.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I write this more for myself now, more than I used to anyways.  Writing an online journal is one of the most pointless (seemingly pointless anyway) activities that one can do.  Who am I writing for?  Is it for the world to know me?  Surely not.  Is it so my friends can know me better?  Doubtful, most interactions are better in person.  So Why?The truth is obvious now that less people read</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/114771903872474700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=114771903872474700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114771903872474700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114771903872474700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-guess-i-write-this-more-for-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-114711123702094663</id><published>2006-05-08T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T11:00:37.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best. Weekend. Ever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/114711123702094663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=114711123702094663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114711123702094663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114711123702094663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/05/best.html' title=''/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-114508225073332261</id><published>2006-04-14T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:24:10.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><summary type='text'>Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence  to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith,  having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience  and having our bodies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/114508225073332261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=114508225073332261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114508225073332261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114508225073332261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-114366990030107863</id><published>2006-03-29T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:19:28.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the things that happen...</title><summary type='text'>Funny story.  Yep, that's right, I got a story for you.So last Sunday, I was standing with Luke and Evan in the hall, chatting as is the protocall for Sunday morning "fellowship" after the service when this older Asian man walks up and is talking to Evan. Luke is introduced. Luke and the Asian dude realized that they know each other through the credit union Luke works at. Then the Asian dude then</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/114366990030107863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=114366990030107863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114366990030107863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114366990030107863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-things-that-happen.html' title='Oh the things that happen...'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-114349491088916218</id><published>2006-03-27T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:28:30.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I woke up in a bad mood.  It was probably because I was going to school again and I had work right after that.  The first thing I did after i woke up was hit the snooze button which was frustraiting to me because I was trying not to do that this morning yet I did.  I took a shower in which there is never enough time to spend in there.  My dad was home from work and he was in a good mood.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/114349491088916218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=114349491088916218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114349491088916218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114349491088916218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-i-woke-up-in-bad-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-114239819163927766</id><published>2006-03-14T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:49:51.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights</title><summary type='text'>Ok so on the way to good old COD this morning I saw that there is going to be a new light on County Farm!  That sucks.  Right by the Target... I shake my fists at you, Target. In other news, Spring Breaks starts Thursday morning!!!!  YAHOO.  I have absolutely no plans.  So if anyone has a great idea... share the wealth. No colors this time.  I am lazy.  And have homework.Goodnight.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/114239819163927766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=114239819163927766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114239819163927766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114239819163927766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/03/lights.html' title='Lights'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-114192818419301847</id><published>2006-03-09T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:27:51.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone come and see how good I look!</title><summary type='text'>"Without you, what am I to myself but a guide to my own downfall?"- St. AugustineWhat is so special about quoting someone is that you look smart for remembering that someone said something. The color of the sky today is a blue gray. Well, it's blue right above me but along the horizon, it's more of a gray color like there really are clouds out there but they are too far away for my eyes to make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/114192818419301847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=114192818419301847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114192818419301847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114192818419301847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/03/everyone-come-and-see-how-good-i-look.html' title='Everyone come and see how good I look!'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-114140762746450149</id><published>2006-03-03T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T09:40:27.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hard labor of community</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who check this, who don't know already and who are in town (so that means probably zero) tonight is the Union at North Central. If you want to know what the Union is click here. God has still been showing me the need for community within our group.  We need to go out of our way to spend time with each other.  According to Jesus we need each other.  We CANNOT divorce our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/114140762746450149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=114140762746450149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114140762746450149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114140762746450149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/03/hard-labor-of-community.html' title='The hard labor of community'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-114118735342287765</id><published>2006-02-28T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:29:13.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things We Do</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever considered how bizarre it is to write blogs? You and I, we sit down at our computer and compose a entry of random thoughts. It all depends on how we feel and what we've been thinking about. Sometimes, especially if you’re Luke, you get theological and nearly inspirational, if you’re like Riane, you are just randomly hilarious, if you’re like me, then there is no rhyme or reason to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/114118735342287765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=114118735342287765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114118735342287765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114118735342287765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/02/things-we-do.html' title='The Things We Do'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-114063034759503867</id><published>2006-02-22T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:22:19.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Standing on the side of the roadTrying to flag You downI have all the right movesBut You don't seem to careYou just leave me standing thereYeah I want the attentionbut You've given me somethingThat I can't buy, sell or tradeBut its all about money, about tophats and brandyAnd I love what I should hateAnd You will never makes centsBut You will always, always pay the rentI'm living and breathing, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/114063034759503867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=114063034759503867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114063034759503867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114063034759503867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/02/standing-on-side-of-road-trying-to-flag.html' title=''/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-114044989615895651</id><published>2006-02-20T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T07:38:16.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CD's that I want</title><summary type='text'>Indelible Grace 4The Builder and the Architect - Sandra McCrackenThe Far Country - Andrew PetersonPhotographs - Andrew OsengaLying Awake - Ellery (April 4th)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/114044989615895651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=114044989615895651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114044989615895651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/114044989615895651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/02/cds-that-i-want.html' title='CD&apos;s that I want'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-113777729165667934</id><published>2006-01-20T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T09:14:51.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A change in the way I live, not the way I think</title><summary type='text'>I really want to read more about God right now.  I wonder if anyone else gets to that place.  Not to read the Bible more, even though I want to do that too, but to really read about God.  I guess I'm a little hesitant to start reading theology.  There is nothing inheritly wrong with the study of God, but I tend to read, think and then do the reverse.  My own attitudes and thoughts on Christian </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/113777729165667934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=113777729165667934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/113777729165667934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/113777729165667934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/01/change-in-way-i-live-not-way-i-think.html' title='A change in the way I live, not the way I think'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-113694108817573075</id><published>2006-01-10T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:11:45.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seinfeld makes me laugh</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the year, my cousin talking about a poem he wrote to propose to his fiance: "Well at first I used the thesaurus and everything rhymed but then I couldn't read it so I just wrote something else that I could."I'm in an artsy mood.  I don't want to really create, write or painte anything, just talk like one. Life is sort of like that quote, or at least how I'm thinking specifically about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/113694108817573075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=113694108817573075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/113694108817573075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/113694108817573075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2006/01/seinfeld-makes-me-laugh.html' title='Seinfeld makes me laugh'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-113410685980526096</id><published>2005-12-08T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:41:01.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N a r n i a</title><summary type='text'>Narnia was excellent. Lucy was adorable and very believable. William Moseley who played Peter was amazing. He portrayed a great and noble King. I loved him. (I think I may need to get a poster.) Edmond got under my skin... as he should because he was such a traitor. Edmond's change of heart was well done. Susan has the least depth given even in the original story but even Sue's character was ok </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/113410685980526096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=113410685980526096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/113410685980526096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/113410685980526096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/12/n-r-n-i.html' title='N a r n i a'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-113347779167181667</id><published>2005-12-01T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:56:31.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, I've run out of titles</title><summary type='text'>I was reading some of my posts from the past two years and I came to a deep realization.  I'm not funny.  I'm not even joking right now, I'm just not funny. It kinda sucks how much I suck so bad at writing blogs.  Oh well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/113347779167181667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=113347779167181667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/113347779167181667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/113347779167181667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/12/seriously-ive-run-out-of-titles.html' title='Seriously, I&apos;ve run out of titles'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-113243302244255578</id><published>2005-11-19T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:43:42.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes.</title><summary type='text'>I just read Raine's new post and thoroughly enjoyed and disliked it at the same time.  I haven't been thinking about it as I go from class to work to small group to Ohio to my house and finally back to class/work (is there really any difference between them?) but I am beginning to see what life is about.  I have a feeling this post will be extremely scattered but also important to recognize.  In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/113243302244255578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=113243302244255578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/113243302244255578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/113243302244255578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/11/ill-walk-with-grace-my-feet-and-faith.html' title='I&apos;ll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes.'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-113201700967351645</id><published>2005-11-14T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:10:56.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the things I have to say!</title><summary type='text'>It is absurd that I have not posted in over a month. Shameful. I am sorry. It’s sad because I think if things to post about regularly but never sit down to write it out.Like...How I celebrate every time I drive down Faybian Parkway because the construction stop light is gone!!! Those of you who drive to Batavia know what an inconvenience it was. This (the fact that I celebrate this regularly) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/113201700967351645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=113201700967351645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/113201700967351645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/113201700967351645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-things-i-have-to-say.html' title='Oh the things I have to say!'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-113138783449480021</id><published>2005-11-07T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:45:15.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this post was posted on November 7th, 2005</title><summary type='text'>...or else.Isn't funny how fast time flys.  Ok, it's not actually funny.  Neither am I.  But we both try.I haven't posted for a while.  I guess i was waiting for Joy to say something.  Actually no I wasn't.  So, I'm sure you are all dying to know what has been happening with me since the last time I actually posted.  Actually is a funny word.  If I actually mean something then that means that I'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/113138783449480021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=113138783449480021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/113138783449480021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/113138783449480021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-post-was-posted-on-november-7th.html' title='this post was posted on November 7th, 2005'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112986292697603298</id><published>2005-10-20T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:45:21.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the deal, we're in love.</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to be perfectly blunt.  I've had enough of circling the issue and not saying anything.  I'm in love with Priscilla.  She's in love with me.  We are in love.  Nuff' said.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112986292697603298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112986292697603298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112986292697603298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112986292697603298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/10/heres-deal-were-in-love.html' title='Here&apos;s the deal, we&apos;re in love.'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112912915221431036</id><published>2005-10-12T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:50:55.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment Issues and Art</title><summary type='text'>I have definitely had writers block. But finally I broke through it and wrote an essay (like last weekend) that I was proud to turn in so now maybe I can write a "good" blog... nah.So on October 24th, 2005 I fly down to Kentucky with my parents to check out Asbury and I am stinkin' excited. I'm gunna stay in the dorms for 2 nights, go to classes and meet with some art professors. Yay. I met with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112912915221431036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112912915221431036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112912915221431036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112912915221431036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/10/commitment-issues-and-art.html' title='Commitment Issues and Art'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112857370984911816</id><published>2005-10-05T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:41:49.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fog</title><summary type='text'>I've had a hard week. I'd rather escape reality but that doesn't seem to help. Even now, I am escaping writing a paper. I am wondering. What should I do? Where should I go? Who am I supposed to become? I just wish I could fast forward this year. I want there to be consistency in my life. Security. Satisfaction. I really want a fairy tale ending ... but I don't want to wait for it. I want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112857370984911816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112857370984911816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112857370984911816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112857370984911816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/10/fog.html' title='Fog'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112843162243744596</id><published>2005-10-04T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T06:14:51.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Roads of Ohio</title><summary type='text'>These past two weeks have been crazy on a multiple of levels. However all i feel like saying right now is that I am happy and that I am falling in love with God.  Also He is faithful that if you delight in Him alone He will give you the desires of your heart.  Also it is my birthday tomorrow and it is Wednesday so I am off work and I'm ditching school.  Amen.------------------------And I'm not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112843162243744596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112843162243744596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112843162243744596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112843162243744596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-roads-of-ohio.html' title='Back Roads of Ohio'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112748899588538698</id><published>2005-09-23T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:23:15.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, I am resting, resting</title><summary type='text'>Jesus I am resting, restingIn the Joy of what Thou art;I am finding out the greatnessOf Thy loving heart.Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,And Thy beauty fills my soul,For by Thy transforming powerThou hast made me whole.Jesus, I am resting, restingIn the joy of what Thou art;I am finding out the greatnessOf Thy loving heart.Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,I behold Thee as Thou art,And Thy love, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112748899588538698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112748899588538698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112748899588538698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112748899588538698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/09/jesus-i-am-resting-resting.html' title='Jesus, I am resting, resting'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112742651635272440</id><published>2005-09-22T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:02:15.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to like easy mac, now I don't</title><summary type='text'>Why do girls cut their hair short?  This is a bad idea.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112742651635272440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112742651635272440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112742651635272440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112742651635272440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-used-to-like-easy-mac-now-i-dont.html' title='I used to like easy mac, now I don&apos;t'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112709594881583843</id><published>2005-09-18T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T19:12:28.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like scotch.  Scotch, scotch, scotch.  Down in my belly...</title><summary type='text'>It's what every young person dreams.  To leagally inhibit yourself with a liquid that has been reffered to in past ages as firewater, the devil's liquid and 'Wow that really burned going down, tasted horrible and I really don't like it but I've been told that REAL adults drink this and it is cool and sophisticated, wait I feel like I am going to puke, blah...'That's right people, I turn 21 in 2.5</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112709594881583843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112709594881583843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112709594881583843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112709594881583843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-like-scotch-scotch-scotch-scotch-down.html' title='I like scotch.  Scotch, scotch, scotch.  Down in my belly...'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112532865629401486</id><published>2005-08-29T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T08:45:39.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it comes to the end, I want it all to be ok.</title><summary type='text'>As it is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be ashamed but that with full courage now as always Christ will be honored in my body, whether by life or by death.  For to me to live is Christ and to die is gain.Phil 1:20-21I have that taped up at my workstation at the credit union.  I put it there to remind myself to be a witness through my words and actions to point everyone that I come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112532865629401486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112532865629401486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112532865629401486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112532865629401486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-it-comes-to-end-i-want-it-all-to.html' title='When it comes to the end, I want it all to be ok.'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112451685513951789</id><published>2005-08-19T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:47:35.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pathetic Attempt to Express Myself</title><summary type='text'>It's a weird time of year.  And I think emotions just don't know what to do.  The summer has been filled with great memories and you've bonded with all your friends from home and then BAM! I mean, after spending a nice evening down in Chicago with the Moody Kids and company, I came home and started crying.  Yup. Thats right.Reasons for CryingA.  Today was my last day of work. Yeah I know that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112451685513951789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112451685513951789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112451685513951789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112451685513951789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/08/pathetic-attempt-to-express-myself.html' title='A Pathetic Attempt to Express Myself'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112294388588640916</id><published>2005-08-01T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T17:51:25.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to hear a little Rod Stewart</title><summary type='text'>Wow.That's the best way to describe Jam Camp.  However, a different and entirely more descriptive way to describe it would be to say that it was full of hilarity, fun, growth and annoying Joy.I got two stories for you right now.  The first will be described in it's entirety.-------------------------The PrankThe eigth grade guys had to sleep in tents. That was an experience.  The bathrooms we had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112294388588640916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112294388588640916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112294388588640916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112294388588640916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-want-to-hear-little-rod-stewart.html' title='I just want to hear a little Rod Stewart'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112239518382157077</id><published>2005-07-26T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:35:02.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take the park bench without the scenic garbage can...the next generation</title><summary type='text'>Well, that's the title I had last year when I was leaving for Jam Camp.  Wahoo.I'll leave you with a story from last year.Setting: Matt Peterson in the showerCast: Matt Peterson and Joe HaraSo Matt is taking a shower when Joe walks into the room then enters the bathroom.  I hear a yell then Joe runs out saying, "I'm scarred for life!"  He says this a couple of more times before I get a chance to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112239518382157077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112239518382157077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112239518382157077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112239518382157077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/07/ill-take-park-bench-without-scenic.html' title='I&apos;ll take the park bench without the scenic garbage can...the next generation'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112199084908355836</id><published>2005-07-21T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T17:07:29.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vacation that wouldn't end...</title><summary type='text'>Traditional family vacation... same place, same time, same people, every year since 1984.  Port St Joe, FL.  Yadon Family Reunion (Grandparents, Aunt Mary, Uncle John, Uncle Jim &amp; Families plus my family.)It's true.  Things have been added- usually through birth or marriage.  (Like people... including but not limited to Alie -1986, and my new 2nd cousin Carter - 2004.) My imidiate family has also</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112199084908355836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112199084908355836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112199084908355836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112199084908355836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/07/vacation-that-wouldnt-end.html' title='The Vacation that wouldn&apos;t end...'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112180529184815092</id><published>2005-07-19T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T13:34:51.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...!</title><summary type='text'>Is it a sin to quote someone swearing?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112180529184815092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112180529184815092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112180529184815092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112180529184815092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/07/what.html' title='What the...!'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112144781368101870</id><published>2005-07-15T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T10:16:53.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalk it up to experience</title><summary type='text'>Has anyone ever heard anyone say that, "experience is everything"?  And then because they said that they go out and sin and "learn" from the experience.  Bah, people are so dumb sometimes.  Let's just say we've all had enough experience sinning to know better than to do it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112144781368101870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112144781368101870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112144781368101870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112144781368101870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/07/chalk-it-up-to-experience.html' title='Chalk it up to experience'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112095986615610674</id><published>2005-07-09T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T18:44:26.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lie that is sunblock</title><summary type='text'>Well, thus vacation ends.  Ugh that means work on Monday.I have to say that I am relaxed.  Just in time to get unrelaxed again.Today I went to the dunes.  It was hot.  The water was cold.  I put lots of sunblock on at various times during the day.  I got sunburned everywhere except for my face.  My theory: Sunblock causes cancer.  The sunblock companies just blame it on the sun in order to sell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112095986615610674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112095986615610674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112095986615610674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112095986615610674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/07/lie-that-is-sunblock.html' title='The lie that is sunblock'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-112014342133183453</id><published>2005-06-30T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T07:57:01.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the Vacations</title><summary type='text'>I am done with work for 1 and a half weeks.  Booyah.  I have been having a lot of dreams lately.  Last night I was a time traveler with a girlfriend whose mother didn't want us to be together.  That was until her brother tried to kill us both and I saved both of our lives.  Except I had been told by someone who wanted me dead that I tried to kill him in a place that I haven't been yet.  So I knew</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/112014342133183453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=112014342133183453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112014342133183453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/112014342133183453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/06/war-of-vacations.html' title='War of the Vacations'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111927316512873739</id><published>2005-06-20T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T06:44:19.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Father's Day was good.  I am so glad to have such a Godly example of what a father is.  I haven't done a serious post in a while.  But lately I've been thinking about the verse in 1 Cor 15 I think verse 33 that says, "Do not be decieved: Bad company corrupts good morals."  Sometimes I start to think that us college folk know so much more than my jr. high guys, and of course I am proven wrong.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111927316512873739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111927316512873739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111927316512873739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111927316512873739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/06/fathers-day-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111833459836657478</id><published>2005-06-09T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:31:31.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"How can you make judgement calls if you aren't in the Word?" - Jack DeanSometimes you just don't realize how close you sit to wisdom.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111833459836657478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111833459836657478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111833459836657478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111833459836657478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-can-you-make-judgement-calls-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111812215752075850</id><published>2005-06-06T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:29:17.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a 18 year old</title><summary type='text'>Ok so I was sick of seeing Lukes blog every stinkin' time I checked blogs... which is probably too often.  And now I am writing one which happens infrequently and late at night once I should have already gone to bed.  Nothing of super significance comes to mind to even write about so the depth of this entry has most-likely peaked.  Anyway.  It has been a mad house over in the Nelson home.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111812215752075850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111812215752075850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111812215752075850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111812215752075850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/06/ramblings-of-18-year-old.html' title='Ramblings of a 18 year old'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111766822953131593</id><published>2005-06-01T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T16:23:49.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end it always ends up here</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's almost over.  In my mind it is over but in reality I still have two more classes to go.  But it's almost over.  COD that is.  The weird thing is that it seemed to go so fast and despite myself I actually enjoyed most of what was and is and will be COD.  Also strange was the fact that it seemed like three different school years rolled into one.  The first part was when it seemed like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111766822953131593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111766822953131593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111766822953131593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111766822953131593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-end-it-always-ends-up-here.html' title='In the end it always ends up here'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111679679094627418</id><published>2005-05-22T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T10:57:22.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake my soul tonight, to boast nothing else</title><summary type='text'>So, it's been a long time and I figured why not?  I have missed blogging but honestly I haven't had anything to blog about so I didn't want to bore you all with, "So I went to school, then I went to work, then I went home, then I slept and then I went to school, then I went to work..."  Ugh, that get's me depressed even thinking about it.  But yes people, only about two more weeks and then I will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111679679094627418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111679679094627418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111679679094627418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111679679094627418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/05/awake-my-soul-tonight-to-boast-nothing.html' title='Awake my soul tonight, to boast nothing else'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111542428990756584</id><published>2005-05-06T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T17:04:49.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago, I am coming home to you!</title><summary type='text'>Hey people,Just wanted to say this will be my last post from New Zealand.  Monday morning I leave for debrief and will be gone until the 13th and then I flight home on the 15th!!!!  Yeah baby!  I am so excited to go and see all of you. It is really sad to leave everyone over here.  Anyway.  I really don't have much to say.Please pray for debrief.  That is would bring closure to the team and that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111542428990756584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111542428990756584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111542428990756584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111542428990756584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/05/chicago-i-am-coming-home-to-you.html' title='Chicago, I am coming home to you!'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111503431383826536</id><published>2005-05-02T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T04:45:13.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hymns</title><summary type='text'>"Great things He hath taught us, great things He hath done And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son Yet purer and higher and greater will be Our wonder, our transport when Jesus we see!"I always seem to sing that twice when I sing it.  I mean, what a thought.  God has taught us and shown us only glimpses of Himself yet it is almost enough to overwhelm me sometimes.  But seriously, I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111503431383826536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111503431383826536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111503431383826536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111503431383826536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/05/hymns.html' title='Hymns'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111401922653399196</id><published>2005-04-20T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T10:47:06.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will give you points</title><summary type='text'>To all of those who care and/or want to do something for my birthday, I was looking online at the Caedmon's Call tour and the day after my birthday just happens to be the closest one to the area, in Anderson IN, wherever the heck that is, I think it is 4 hours away, somewhere near Indianapolis.  I will start the bidding any time...Any time...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111401922653399196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111401922653399196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111401922653399196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111401922653399196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-will-give-you-points.html' title='I will give you points'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111344573977028972</id><published>2005-04-13T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T19:28:59.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to all those i miss so dearly</title><summary type='text'>ok so shoot me... i miss home and i listened to this song and it made me miss you more.  so yeah i thought of you.  here you go. thank you daily planet.3000 Miles Awayby Jesse Butterworth and Chad ReisserNew Orleans could not find the grooveIn Nashville the grass did not seem blue And Denver did not seem more than three feet high The Empire did not scrape the sky And the White House seemed gray </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111344573977028972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111344573977028972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111344573977028972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111344573977028972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-all-those-i-miss-so-dearly.html' title='to all those i miss so dearly'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111257761610166936</id><published>2005-04-03T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:20:16.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say... so very little time</title><summary type='text'>So its is Monday here Sunday over there.  Can I just share briefly how awesome things are going here???Ok good.SO yesterday, I left the house at 9:15am and I didn't get home untill 9:30pm.  That is a long day but in the midst of that day I lost an arguement I had been having with God for about a week.  So that was good for Him, humbling for me but now I have such a peace.  God is all about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111257761610166936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111257761610166936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111257761610166936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111257761610166936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-much-to-say-so-very-little-time.html' title='So much to say... so very little time'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111197853514013946</id><published>2005-03-27T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T18:55:35.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news...</title><summary type='text'>Newborn babies are so ugly.  One thing I do wonder though, are their hands are wrinkled up when they pop out because they have been sitting in water for approximately 9 months?  Also Matt thinks that pregnant women are cute, especially those in overalls.  In fact, if they wear overalls he wants to just hug them so hard that the baby would probably pop out.  Which brings me back to how ugly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111197853514013946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111197853514013946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111197853514013946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111197853514013946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-other-news.html' title='In other news...'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111137223355229813</id><published>2005-03-20T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:32:50.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next time I get my wisdom teeth out I'm getting a book to read</title><summary type='text'>Allison came over Friday night I think it was, it could have been thursday but I was kinda drugged.  Anyways she came over and I opened the door.  The first thing she did was laugh.  It's ok.  I would have laughed too if I wouldn't have started bleeding in my mouth.  To explain this to you I looked like the white version of fat Albert.  Hey, hey, hey.  When I woke up from my surgery I called the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111137223355229813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111137223355229813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111137223355229813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111137223355229813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/03/next-time-i-get-my-wisdom-teeth-out-im.html' title='Next time I get my wisdom teeth out I&apos;m getting a book to read'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111099907959912876</id><published>2005-03-16T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T19:25:06.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had to pick somewhere in the south to live, I'd pick Texas</title><summary type='text'>Derek Webb.  April 9th.  $10.  Elgin.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111099907959912876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111099907959912876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111099907959912876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111099907959912876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-i-had-to-pick-somewhere-in-south-to.html' title='If I had to pick somewhere in the south to live, I&apos;d pick Texas'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111043098290676777</id><published>2005-03-09T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:03:56.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does the number of posts never go up when I view my profile?</title><summary type='text'>So today.  What can be said about today.  Today was one of those "I wish that words had never been written down because then I wouldn't have to write them."  I had one form of relief this morning.  It was my coffee.  I went to Caribou in a very good mood because I was doing my taxes and half way through my computer froze.  Well this was as good a time as any to go get coffee.  Well at the time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111043098290676777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111043098290676777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111043098290676777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111043098290676777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-does-number-of-posts-never-go-up.html' title='Why does the number of posts never go up when I view my profile?'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-111041748837545433</id><published>2005-03-09T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T17:18:08.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story time</title><summary type='text'>Ok guys, I first have to say that I am sorry I haven't written in such a long time but I am on a mission and I am super busy.  Anyway.  I totally miss all of you.  I hope all is going well.  Email me!!!  See you in about 2 months!My awesome story!It is “sweet as” (a Kiwi phrase for cool) when God gives you a divine appointment. I think it’s the coolest thing when God says “Hey, I got something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/111041748837545433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=111041748837545433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111041748837545433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/111041748837545433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/03/story-time.html' title='Story time'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110990192864943683</id><published>2005-03-03T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:05:28.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allison is probably the only one who will get this</title><summary type='text'>Setting: Earth Science, Geology 102Time: around 10:15amPlot: watching a movie about mudslidesThat's right.  Mudslides.  The distributor of the movie of course was the NGA or the national geology association, which I think went extinct sometime around when Jurassic Park was a hit.  Or as Filomena pronounces it, Yurasic.  But about this movie.  What it consisted of was a very monotone man's voice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110990192864943683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110990192864943683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110990192864943683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110990192864943683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/03/allison-is-probably-only-one-who-will.html' title='Allison is probably the only one who will get this'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110913307519911962</id><published>2005-02-22T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:31:15.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curses foiled again!</title><summary type='text'>Winterfest was so-so.  I honestly don't know if it is because I am getting burnt out on Jr. High events or if it really was only so-so.  *Quick theological side note: If this weekend didn't seem very spiritually enlightening for either myself or my 8th grade guys what does that actually mean?  I was trying to think about this and realized that I was giving into this weird thought that everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110913307519911962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110913307519911962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110913307519911962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110913307519911962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/02/curses-foiled-again.html' title='Curses foiled again!'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110876942225411862</id><published>2005-02-18T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T15:53:06.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Naps............A Social Commentary...</title><summary type='text'>Well, by the title, you can come to the conclusion that this entry will be a disappointment, eh well, what can ya do but read on. So I have discovered something in life that is extremely satisfying, not too sure why it took me this long into the school year to rediscover my love of napping. Up until this point in the year, I have somewhat prided myself on being the one guy on my floor that didn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110876942225411862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110876942225411862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110876942225411862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110876942225411862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/02/on-napsa-social-commentary.html' title='On Naps............A Social Commentary...'/><author><name>Shortflip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541079901316116826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110851408435240899</id><published>2005-02-15T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T16:40:28.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This sign tells me how many stupid people go to the bank. Alternative Medicine: Acupuncture, Acupressure, Reliv </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110851408435240899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110851408435240899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110851408435240899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110851408435240899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-sign-tells-me-how-many-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110835387470396102</id><published>2005-02-13T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T20:04:34.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't even try to tell me this title sucks</title><summary type='text'>I love my friend Big Jon, he rules. The Jon Hill ExperienceI finally got to see Alien Vs. Predator today.  I had been trying to rent that movie since it first came out.  I went to blockbuster 4 different times to get it.  Not in one weekend or anything so that's why it took me so long to get it.  It was rated PG-13 for action, violence, slime and gore.  Was slime really necessary to put in that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110835387470396102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110835387470396102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110835387470396102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110835387470396102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/02/dont-even-try-to-tell-me-this-title.html' title='Don&apos;t even try to tell me this title sucks'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110816673716125039</id><published>2005-02-11T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T16:19:26.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So we now that it comes to it...</title><summary type='text'>random thought: Why am I so bad at everything sports related, even sports video games?Oh yeah, and at the superbowl party Grant asked Joy to pick a number between 1 and 6. She picked 16. moody education at it's finest.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110816673716125039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110816673716125039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110816673716125039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110816673716125039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-we-now-that-it-comes-to-it.html' title='So we now that it comes to it...'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110804534531353554</id><published>2005-02-10T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T06:22:25.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puh-lease</title><summary type='text'>Nothing really funny, as always.  Yesterday was Jam and I think I'm going crazy.  I think this because after all the kids had gone Allison was picking up trash and I just looked around at all the crap they left and just started saying, "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid..."  Then Allison started laughing at me. Tim also found my blog.  He said he was bored and typed in "Tim Allchin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110804534531353554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110804534531353554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110804534531353554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110804534531353554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/02/puh-lease.html' title='Puh-lease'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110762171583094062</id><published>2005-02-05T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T08:41:55.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke Dean: Only slighty less than larger than life</title><summary type='text'>So the other day I was walking to my car and I was walking through the art center.  So as everyone knows, I have a problem with cliches or rather, the have a problem with me.  So as I walked by the precious poster board with all types of announcements that every good cod student must know, i saw a flyer for, "The Ten Tenors: Larger than Life".  On the flyer it had 10 men wearing suits and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110762171583094062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110762171583094062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110762171583094062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110762171583094062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/02/luke-dean-only-slighty-less-than-larger.html' title='Luke Dean: Only slighty less than larger than life'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110653633232292228</id><published>2005-01-23T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T19:12:12.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings From NZ</title><summary type='text'>Hey-I hope all is going well at home!  I am so bummed right now.  I got on AIM for the first time since I've been here and NO ONE IMed me!!!  What the heck! Oh well.  But tomorrow I have a day off so I think that maybe I will try to get on again so be online... like in the evening cause that would be my afternoon. Oh shoot I know why some of you are gone... its Sunday night over there not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110653633232292228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110653633232292228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110653633232292228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110653633232292228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/01/greetings-from-nz.html' title='Greetings From NZ'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110610744744607898</id><published>2005-01-18T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T20:05:33.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the weather like over there?</title><summary type='text'>Hey!!!!!!Guess who it is! Yeah! That right its Alie!  Wow I am so happy to be blogging!  I am not sure if I can "write with an accent" but you know what I think I am going to pick it up!!! Wont that be hot!  You guys better watch out.... hahahaha. ok I am so done with that!  Anyway.  I love it here!  Its beautiful!  It was a little chilly on the beach today!  I had to wear a light jacket.  :)  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110610744744607898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110610744744607898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110610744744607898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110610744744607898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/01/whats-weather-like-over-there.html' title='What&apos;s the weather like over there?'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110601252828298976</id><published>2005-01-17T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T17:53:46.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weatherology............you know what I mean</title><summary type='text'>This marks, no I am not a commie, my return to the one, the only, blogger box. I would call it triumphant, but that is not the word, what's the word I'm looking for, ahhh yes, disappointing, that's it. Well, that brings me to my actual point, I turned on the Death Cab for some glorious noise, and Blacking out the Friction was the song I chose, to be exact, and to my pleasure, this is what I heard</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110601252828298976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110601252828298976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110601252828298976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110601252828298976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/01/weatherologyyou-know-what-i-mean.html' title='weatherology............you know what I mean'/><author><name>Shortflip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541079901316116826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110597718833431460</id><published>2005-01-17T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T07:55:03.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear World, my head hurts, from Luke</title><summary type='text'>So when I blog usually it sucks, this time will be no different.This weekend was PFG*.I watched Battlestar Galactica yesterday on Sci-Fi, is was quality and I realized that as much as I have tried to get rid of this trait, I am still a geek that enjoys space dramas. And how.Allison got hurt this weekend, she was picked up by Dave and Greg and thrown into the snow bank. Unfortunately the "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110597718833431460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110597718833431460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110597718833431460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110597718833431460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-world-my-head-hurts-from-luke.html' title='Dear World, my head hurts, from Luke'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110546742768701709</id><published>2005-01-11T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T10:17:07.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Time</title><summary type='text'>Hey All-So this will probably be the last time in the next four months that I will blog form the grand old USA!  It's crazy to imagine that I will in the next few day be on the other side of the world!  It's incredible to think about!  I am excited and slightly intimidated.  I don't have much to say.  I have just been packing.  I am having a hard time being motivated to pack... so you could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110546742768701709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110546742768701709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110546742768701709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110546742768701709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/01/last-time.html' title='Last Time'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110463445092022444</id><published>2005-01-01T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T18:54:10.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about that time</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow for those of you who don't know, i will be off to Nashville to go to Passion '05.  Please pray for an awesome time of getting to know God better.  Also I have been praying for clarity for this year and college and stuff as such.  That is all.  Carry on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110463445092022444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110463445092022444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110463445092022444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110463445092022444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-about-that-time.html' title='It&apos;s about that time'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110452997434145707</id><published>2004-12-31T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T13:52:54.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Hottness</title><summary type='text'>Today was gold.  I paid some bills which sounds boring but really, it is a weight off your shoulders or something to that affect. Updated this here site, added some pictures which kick butt. Had a great time with the Lord and really learned some stuff, i wish everyday could be like that or better. Finally played some video games.  Oh yes.Now I will write a short play in one act:San Jose</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110452997434145707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110452997434145707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110452997434145707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110452997434145707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-hottness.html' title='The New Hottness'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110452473149813302</id><published>2004-12-31T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T12:25:31.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awww.  Isn't she adorable? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110452473149813302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110452473149813302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110452473149813302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110452473149813302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/12/awww.html' title=''/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110452454953824272</id><published>2004-12-31T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T12:22:29.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heck yes!  Instant Classic looking good as ever! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110452454953824272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110452454953824272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110452454953824272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110452454953824272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/12/heck-yes-instant-classic-looking-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110437628189962710</id><published>2004-12-29T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T16:05:37.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Classic, where everything rhymes with Philadelphia</title><summary type='text'>It's been one of those years. It really has. I've been waiting for a year to pass on my blog so i could say, "hey i've been blogging for a year." So it's come and gone. What a year it has been. At this point last year i would be coming home from Kohl's all tired and with no place to go except for this little old box that would beckon to me. A lot has changed since then.Some of my favorite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110437628189962710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110437628189962710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110437628189962710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110437628189962710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/12/instant-classic-where-everything-rhymes.html' title='Instant Classic, where everything rhymes with Philadelphia'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110422303720537222</id><published>2004-12-28T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:37:17.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 stinking months</title><summary type='text'>It's 2:12am.  Let's see if I can write anything of entertainment.... Probably not to a great extent. What a pity. Well anyhow, to night my two favorite Stefphanie's came over. Yes, that’s right Stefphanie. The "f"  is for Stefanie Nelson my cousin. And  the "ph" is for Stephanie Olson. We watched Pride and Prejudice. Such a wonderful movie. And Collin Firth is so nice to look at even thought he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110422303720537222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110422303720537222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110422303720537222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110422303720537222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/12/4-stinking-months.html' title='4 stinking months'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110318099254912297</id><published>2004-12-15T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:09:52.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>One whole year.  The Instant Classic is proud to state that we have been posting for our beloved readers for one year.  This year has brought about many things.  I must say that my favorite post was when I blogged after I watched the Godfather Part I for the first time.... something about me having control... yeah thats scary.   When Luke started this blog it was just Alie and Luke.  Then Pat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110318099254912297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110318099254912297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110318099254912297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110318099254912297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110159013389092358</id><published>2004-11-27T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T13:19:15.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I've told you once I've told you a thousand times, "I've only told you once!"</title><summary type='text'>Shock!Amazement!Surprise!disappointment!These are some of the feelings that are running through your head seeing as i have posted twice in one decade, or week. Yes I am am blogging mode once more. But as we approach the one year anniversary of what Instant Classic has become, I must say that the blogging world is different now than it once was.But that's ok, I really am not going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110159013389092358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110159013389092358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110159013389092358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110159013389092358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/11/if-ive-told-you-once-ive-told-you.html' title='If I&apos;ve told you once I&apos;ve told you a thousand times, &quot;I&apos;ve only told you once!&quot;'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110082794168845488</id><published>2004-11-18T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T17:34:29.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexander the Great ruined my life.</title><summary type='text'>So I will start out by imitating Dan when he laughs on AIM:hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaIt's been a long time and I must admit that I haven't been very frequent. I also haven't written any blogs in a while.But here I am, trying for the second time to write a blog. You see i had written a blog that was quite good but unfortunately it was rejected by blogger itself.But I was trying to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110082794168845488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110082794168845488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110082794168845488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110082794168845488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/11/alexander-great-ruined-my-life.html' title='Alexander the Great ruined my life.'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-110046342096729489</id><published>2004-11-14T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T12:25:21.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A JOKE</title><summary type='text'>So I was in the 4th and 5th grade Sunday school class this morning for the 11 o'clock service. We have been studing creation. It's pretty awesome.Pastor Phil told a joke. I laughed. On the inside I was rolling on the ground with laughter. I had to contain myself. Only because I thought of all of you.Here is the joke... er riddle.What is...Bigger than GodMore EVIL than SatanThe Rich need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/110046342096729489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=110046342096729489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110046342096729489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/110046342096729489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/11/joke.html' title='A JOKE'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109979914429024960</id><published>2004-11-06T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T19:45:44.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel Miserably inadequate.  (ie.  PATHETIC)</title><summary type='text'>Pathetic. So today I took that SAT. I realized that the smart kids take this test, not people like me. But the weird thing is I feel like I did way better than I did on the ACT. We will see. But yeah, I felt very inadequate while comparing myself to those who were also taking the test. I swear that this brainy guy sitting next to me nearly laughed when I pulled out my stupid non-graphing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109979914429024960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109979914429024960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109979914429024960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109979914429024960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-feel-miserably-inadequate-ie-pathetic.html' title='I feel Miserably inadequate.  (ie.  PATHETIC)'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109848374671454907</id><published>2004-10-22T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T15:47:06.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliche's and the users that, um, use them.</title><summary type='text'>So yes, i know, i haven't blogged in a while. But here is my excuse:Screw you.Anyway, I have been busy but it's all been good. I will start off with what i start off with everyday. Philosophy.So today my teacher was making fun of people for not getting enough sleep and not eating breakfast. So he asked us who ate breakfast and of course i raised my hand seeing as I had the breakfast of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109848374671454907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109848374671454907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109848374671454907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109848374671454907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/10/cliches-and-users-that-um-use-them.html' title='Cliche&apos;s and the users that, um, use them.'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109772461580439323</id><published>2004-10-13T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T20:30:15.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Train, chugga chugga chugga chugga choo choo!</title><summary type='text'>This is gonna be short and sweet, just like me, giggity, alright.  Anyway, a quick update from NCC, Wes, I, and other people that do radio have been dubbed the emo train by none other than Nippy himself.  So anywhere we are, the emo train is chuggin' along.  But on to where all this is really going.  Nippy had the brilliant idea that we release an emo product line of food because at lunch today </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109772461580439323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109772461580439323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109772461580439323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109772461580439323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/10/emo-train-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga.html' title='Emo Train, chugga chugga chugga chugga choo choo!'/><author><name>Shortflip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541079901316116826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109760957159245310</id><published>2004-10-12T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T12:32:51.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time</title><summary type='text'>The thing about going crazy is you don't really go anywhere.  I think Colleen is crazy.  She's still here.So today I was walking through cod as one usually does when one attends cod and I saw someone wearing a cod sweatshirt.  I pondered this wondering why anyone would first of all buy a cod sweartshirt much less wear a cod sweatshirt.  Why would you want to broadcast this.  It's like putting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109760957159245310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109760957159245310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109760957159245310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109760957159245310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-peanut-butter-jelly-time.html' title='It&apos;s Peanut Butter Jelly Time'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109693249018281305</id><published>2004-10-04T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:28:10.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's face facts, Tom always beats up Jerry.</title><summary type='text'>Whatever happened to those long blogs I used to write.  Those were times to be sure.  But don't get your hopes up yet.  I'm not in full blogging mode.  Whatever that means.So tomorrow is my birthday.  I'll accept checks in incraments of $50, $100, and $500.  Seriously, I like food too.  It's pretty frickin sweet.On Wednesday I have my first psychology test.  Colleen says it's going to be hard</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109693249018281305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109693249018281305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109693249018281305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109693249018281305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/10/lets-face-facts-tom-always-beats-up.html' title='Let&apos;s face facts, Tom always beats up Jerry.'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109655984757929280</id><published>2004-09-30T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T16:24:41.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger didn't delete this.........this pleases me</title><summary type='text'>So it's been awhile since I have posted. Anyway...THIS POST HAS BEEN INTERRUPTED BY AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT, OR RANT, TAKE YOUR PICK!So with the new dorm I live in this year, it's a longer walk to classes, which isn't too bad, the bad part is the Naperville drivers. You see, the majority of them don't have the patience to wait for us college kids to cross. I think Naperville should come up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109655984757929280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109655984757929280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109655984757929280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109655984757929280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/09/blogger-didnt-delete-thisthis-pleases.html' title='Blogger didn&apos;t delete this.........this pleases me'/><author><name>Shortflip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541079901316116826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109649187108305500</id><published>2004-09-29T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T14:36:05.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><summary type='text'>Is H2O the new name for the college group?  I hope not, but I have this huge inkling that it is.Ok, I hope to not spew on to everyone too much negativity but WHO IN THE WORLD CAME UP WITH THAT? How weird does it sound to say "hey do you want to go to H2O with me? They will look at me like I have 3 heads. I think I will just have to say, "Do you want to go to my church's college group". </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109649187108305500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109649187108305500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109649187108305500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109649187108305500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/09/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109638637720344934</id><published>2004-09-28T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T08:46:17.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Black Mesa compound.</title><summary type='text'>Today in psychology I was happy that we have Colleen as a prof.  We had some other prof. as a substitute that wouldn't shut up.  We also watched a movie about video games and how they encourage violence.  I can't believe they said that!  I play video games and I don't have any overtly violent behavior.  man people who say that should die.  But I kid.I promise nothing for this blog.  I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109638637720344934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109638637720344934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109638637720344934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109638637720344934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/09/welcome-to-black-mesa-compound.html' title='Welcome to the Black Mesa compound.'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109569524894314237</id><published>2004-09-20T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T09:47:59.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what you're doing but I don't appreciate it.</title><summary type='text'>I have returned.And I am at COD.This is really weird. COD (which will no longer be capitalized due to my laziness) has already been crazy. Well, no, basically my psych class was crazy. And I will get to that but first I must give an "update" of this past weekend. It should be no "surprise" that it was a great weekend. But I have decided this: Illinois has the worst highways ever. On my way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109569524894314237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109569524894314237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109569524894314237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109569524894314237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-dont-know-what-youre-doing-but-i-dont.html' title='I don&apos;t know what you&apos;re doing but I don&apos;t appreciate it.'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109520671879219378</id><published>2004-09-14T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T17:05:18.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the circles and the ages and the ages...</title><summary type='text'>Today I've had that sinking feeling that I'm forgetting something.  So either I am or just plain retarted.I got gas today and when I was at the pump it asked me to "Select Product".  I thought of reliv.  Heh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109520671879219378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109520671879219378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109520671879219378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109520671879219378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-circles-and-ages-and-ages.html' title='And the circles and the ages and the ages...'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109518971338179069</id><published>2004-09-14T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T12:21:53.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Statements from a Random Guy</title><summary type='text'>Let me tell you all of a friend by the name of Wes. He is, honestly, no joke, probably one of the funniest guys I have ever befriended. I really wish I had enough money to buy a tape recorder, because I would carry it with me and record conversations so that I wouldn't forget them, but I can remember a few.Picture me, Wes (make him a stickfigure for time's sake), and others walking from my car </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109518971338179069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109518971338179069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109518971338179069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109518971338179069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/09/random-statements-from-random-guy.html' title='Random Statements from a Random Guy'/><author><name>Shortflip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541079901316116826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109465856184712085</id><published>2004-09-08T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T08:49:21.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's nothing, I can count to purple backwards!</title><summary type='text'>And so can some democrats.Except for they obviously can't.I'm feeling very political* this morning and thus I will dedicate it to who I will choose to vote for in this upcoming election.  First of all I am not against democrats, no, but I am against liberals.  And thus, I will say why John Kerry should lose this upcoming election.Basically it seems that most people are ignorant fools.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109465856184712085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109465856184712085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109465856184712085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109465856184712085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/09/thats-nothing-i-can-count-to-purple.html' title='That&apos;s nothing, I can count to purple backwards!'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109442726864317182</id><published>2004-09-05T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T16:43:05.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, I never went to college and check me out</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been awhile since I have attempted to type in this here blogger box, but here I sit, typing away, why? I'm not too sure, but I'm sure this will all go somewhere. I really have nothing funny or interesting to discuss because school has yet to start, what the heck would you do in a situation like that?! Somehow though, I don't think any of my college stories from last year or from this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109442726864317182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109442726864317182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109442726864317182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109442726864317182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/09/dude-i-never-went-to-college-and-check.html' title='Dude, I never went to college and check me out'/><author><name>Shortflip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541079901316116826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109440767093558708</id><published>2004-09-05T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T11:07:50.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drafts</title><summary type='text'>McDonald’s at 1:30a.m.Wow. it's been a long time since I have posted, blogged or written anything for all you out here in the blogging world. In semi-recent news, I have been on vaction in various locations for 4 weeks since I graduated from high school. I still suck at spelling. I have been to Virginia for a wedding, Atlanta to work and play, and and to Florida to do nothing but hang out with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109440767093558708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109440767093558708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109440767093558708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109440767093558708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/09/drafts.html' title='Drafts'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109436616894495174</id><published>2004-09-04T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T23:36:08.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priscilla's post made me laugh...</title><summary type='text'>So Priscilla's post about googlism made me laugh... a lot.  So I thought I would get ahead and post mine...  because I can. So here we are:alie is in charge of metallica's wardrobe  (wow)alie is pleased with progress and optimistic that all goals of the project will be achieved (of course)alie is said to be one of the best bakers in the northwest (have they tried my cooking...)alie is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109436616894495174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109436616894495174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109436616894495174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109436616894495174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/09/priscillas-post-made-me-laugh.html' title='Priscilla&apos;s post made me laugh...'/><author><name>aliebalie86</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17875438845949170668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210919.post-109405684538256418</id><published>2004-09-01T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T09:50:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make sure you send your declaration on the disabilities list as lost payee, then we can release your collateral (a work blog)</title><summary type='text'>So, I am definitely at work and not really sure about what I will write about. In fact, my unsureness is definite. Well, these last few nights have been somewhat interesting. Chris came over and and we hung out for a few hours. Yeah, good times. Working has been my life for the past few weeks and I am so ready for school to start which means more work but for right now I need a break in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/feeds/109405684538256418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210919&amp;postID=109405684538256418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109405684538256418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210919/posts/default/109405684538256418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://instantclassic.blogspot.com/2004/09/make-sure-you-send-your-declaration-on.html' title='Make sure you send your declaration on the disabilities list as lost payee, then we can release your collateral (a work blog)'/><author><name>Deano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16371759346747949804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/1543/640/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
