<?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-3950505</id><updated>2012-01-09T10:33:17.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-3028312203403264458</id><published>2012-01-09T10:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:33:17.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOL I M SO AWKWARD.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/3028312203403264458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/3028312203403264458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#3028312203403264458' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-109593934194902447</id><published>2004-09-23T06:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T06:35:41.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"my thoughts are with you" agree with all of you. It comes across as so insensitive and cheap. But, what do you say? How do you let someone that you care about but aren't directly involved in their pain know that you really sympathise, maybe even empathise with? I hear you? It sucks? Let me know if you need anything? What can I do to ease your pain? I came home from a funeral this weekend</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/109593934194902447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/109593934194902447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109593934194902447' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-109538765117831772</id><published>2004-09-16T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T21:20:51.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vegetables make you full for a very long time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/109538765117831772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/109538765117831772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109538765117831772' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-109443253704808862</id><published>2004-09-05T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T20:02:17.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You WICKED LAZY SERVANT.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/109443253704808862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/109443253704808862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109443253704808862' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-109055177883422509</id><published>2004-07-22T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T22:02:58.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God, you are so good.  Do I tell you that enough?  (Don't answer that)And even when my earthly situations grow undesirable ...even When the darkness closes in Lord ...Still, I will say ...Blessed be the name of the Lord</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/109055177883422509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/109055177883422509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109055177883422509' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-109046373652704047</id><published>2004-07-21T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T21:35:36.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Discovery camp owned.  More on that in a separate post.This was me and what I strived to do 2 years ago.There’s something about the way you use the bible, something about the way you use it as a tool, as a weapon, as a fulcrum, as a means, as an end, as a trump card.There’s something about the way you see the bible as a thing to be used at all.There’s something about your intensity and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/109046373652704047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/109046373652704047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109046373652704047' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-109008503392694831</id><published>2004-07-17T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T12:23:53.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three Little Words That Work !!  (1)The three little words are: "Hold on, Please..." Saying this, while putting down your phone and walking off (instead of hanging-up immediately) would make each telemarketing call so much more time-consuming that boiler room sales would grind to a halt. Then when you eventually hear the phone company's "beep-beep-beep" tone, you know it's time to go back and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/109008503392694831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/109008503392694831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109008503392694831' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108744094812829095</id><published>2004-06-16T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T21:55:48.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>excellent.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108744094812829095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108744094812829095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108744094812829095' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108631391777917752</id><published>2004-06-03T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T20:54:24.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LET ME EXPLAIN THE problem science has with Jesus Christ." The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand. "You're a Christian, aren't you, son?""Yes, sir.""So you believe in God?""Absolutely.""Is God good?""Sure! God's good.""Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?""Yes.""Are you good or evil?""The Bible says I'm evil."The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108631391777917752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108631391777917752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108631391777917752' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108589952719211059</id><published>2004-05-30T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T01:45:27.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More phrases so I don't forget:crispy duck skin in omelette</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108589952719211059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108589952719211059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108589952719211059' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108560332486694936</id><published>2004-05-26T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T15:28:44.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First:  Alton Brown is cool.More phrases coming to a conversation near you (or just stuff I want to keep mental notes):communicating an intentionstep sequencesfine tunersmaximum results with minimum effortopen the doortender but compellingdirection before rotation</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108560332486694936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108560332486694936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108560332486694936' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108529907271702393</id><published>2004-05-23T02:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T02:57:52.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coming to a conversation near you:Phrases and expressions such as:emotional attachmentqualitative difference of eventsexpectation of responsecandidate for future interactioneveryday stimuli + responsereinforcementbehavioral observationinputs/stimuli that is satisfying/interesting take priorityselective attention, feature extractionlogic and emotional conclusionsperceive reality </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108529907271702393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108529907271702393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108529907271702393' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108254133717080977</id><published>2004-04-21T04:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T19:18:59.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>End of Freshmen Year Reflections Survey This survey is designed for students ending their freshmen year.  Each question is regarding the past year?s events only, so please don?t talk about your entire life.  The survey is designed for your own personal benefit.  There?s no pressure to answer every question, so choose accordingly if certain ones don?t apply.  Put this in your xanga, copy it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108254133717080977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108254133717080977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108254133717080977' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108244710460843034</id><published>2004-04-20T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T02:49:02.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108244710460843034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108244710460843034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108244710460843034' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108244281078659946</id><published>2004-04-20T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T01:37:28.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, today I found out that my reading audience is actually 33% larger than what I had thought before.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108244281078659946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108244281078659946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108244281078659946' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108235576623461033</id><published>2004-04-19T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T01:26:42.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jacked this from Sam.Growing upI feel like i am a totally different person. I feel as if i've passed into a new stage in life. What has changed? My priorities and my view on life has completely and totally evolved. Have I become an adult? I feel as if adolescence no longer applies to me. I think i have finally become a college student in the purely academic meaning of the word. To you, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108235576623461033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108235576623461033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108235576623461033' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-10820175179010144</id><published>2004-04-15T03:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T03:29:55.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Advanced Big 30 Personality Test Results   Sociability ||||||||||||||||||||| 70%   Aggressiveness ||||||||||||||||||||| 66%   Assertiveness |||||||||||| 34%   Activity Level ||||||||| 30%   Excitement-Seeking ||||||||||||||||||||| 70%   Enthusiasm |||||||||||||||||||||||| 78%   Extroversion |||||||||||||||||| 58%   Trust |||||||||||||||||||||||| 78%   Morality |||||||||||||||||||||||| 74%   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/10820175179010144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/10820175179010144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#10820175179010144' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108181993533006804</id><published>2004-04-12T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:36:03.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha, Orange &amp; White is just like prom all over again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108181993533006804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108181993533006804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108181993533006804' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108157967499478751</id><published>2004-04-10T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T01:52:03.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ask Before You AnswerHow to talk to skeptics, unbelievers, and mule-headed friends and family about God.By Randy NewmanI like answering questions with questions. Maybe it's because I'm Jewish. I grew up with dialogues that went like this:Me: How's the weather down there?Granny Belle: How else could the weather be in Florida in the middle of July?  As long as we are on the defensive, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108157967499478751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108157967499478751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108157967499478751' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108123026542578656</id><published>2004-04-06T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T00:48:04.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what else I like?  One on one's.Just learned that no matter how much I think I have the absolute view of a situation, people inside my view can make my view even more clear.  Today, a description that I never came up with was that I am extremely opinionated, but as much as I would like to talk, I have an equal if not greater desire to listen.  I am cool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108123026542578656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108123026542578656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108123026542578656' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108098015546373218</id><published>2004-04-03T02:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T02:19:31.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like music</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108098015546373218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108098015546373218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108098015546373218' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108053943365803993</id><published>2004-03-28T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T23:54:02.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How can I be a guide to my neighbor...when I can't even be a guide to myself?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108053943365803993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108053943365803993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108053943365803993' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-108019822602497542</id><published>2004-03-25T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T01:07:09.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't think I've advertised my blog in my AIM profile for like... almost a year.  9 months, tops.  But it's back, I'm wondering what kind of traffic comes through here.On a more depressing note, I'm being a very bad steward of my resources.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108019822602497542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/108019822602497542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108019822602497542' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107889499942703860</id><published>2004-03-09T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T23:06:38.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this Jeff guy is really insightful.excerpts include:Why do you think girls go to the bathroom at the same time? “All girl bathrooms have a secret portal inside them that leads to amagical land where chocolate and peanut butter flow like milk and honey, and nobody ever gains any weight. Both girls go for the following reason: One has to tie a rope to the others foot when they enter the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107889499942703860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107889499942703860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107889499942703860' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107883264588442002</id><published>2004-03-09T05:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T05:47:08.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The representation of the general solution of a second order linear homogeneous differential equation as a linear combination of two solutions whose wronskian is not zero is intimately related to  the concept of linear independence of two functions."*faints*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107883264588442002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107883264588442002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107883264588442002' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107883051463013108</id><published>2004-03-09T05:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T22:44:58.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boys and girls.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107883051463013108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107883051463013108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107883051463013108' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107882064902604130</id><published>2004-03-09T02:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T05:52:17.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sullivan's Steakhouse.  'Nuff said.It's 2:00 a.m. and I have a diffeq quiz/test in 12 hours, but I feel very motivated to post this.*sigh*I saw the Passion on Saturday with my discipleship group.  After viewing it, I didn't feel too much, but thought the impact would come later.It's 3 days later.  Still nothing.Nothing??  How could this be?  Jesus is supposed to be my very best friend, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107882064902604130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107882064902604130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107882064902604130' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107768556454382671</id><published>2004-02-24T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T05:09:18.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies.  All two or three of you.This is a little late, but please accept it.To:  all the lady friends I know.From:  Justin LinFebruary 24, 2004.Valentine's day is not only a celebration of romantic love...but also the love of God.here tonight,consider these actions the love of God expressed in brotherly love.brotherly love expressed through a token ...to you, all my friend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107768556454382671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107768556454382671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768556454382671' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107755223236372891</id><published>2004-02-23T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T10:06:41.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stressed.let's try to destress</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107755223236372891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107755223236372891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107755223236372891' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107684086806952844</id><published>2004-02-15T04:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T04:30:20.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and ... Ladies, may I have your attention.You ladies rock.  REally, you all do.  Truly, you all do.  You ladies rock.What inspired me to say such things?  Friday night was a monumental night for me.  (this is gonna get long)Coming into college, I had for a long time yearned for a fellowship composed of brothers and sisters in Christ.  All through high school, the youth group wasn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107684086806952844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107684086806952844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107684086806952844' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107619260344718253</id><published>2004-02-07T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T16:25:45.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ownage.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107619260344718253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107619260344718253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107619260344718253' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107619254314541389</id><published>2004-02-07T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T16:24:45.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please music work</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107619254314541389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107619254314541389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107619254314541389' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107607324791293847</id><published>2004-02-06T07:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T07:16:28.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>humility.About time I truly learn that lesson.Good morning.diffe still sucks.  along with physics.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107607324791293847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107607324791293847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107607324791293847' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107597421506962375</id><published>2004-02-05T03:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T03:45:53.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 3:30 in the morning, I have homework, but I'm not tired.And what have I come here to say?  God is good.  All the time.  All the time.  God is good.Man...now I don't feel like going to Rice anymore.  There's so much that needs to be done here in Austin.Maybe it's just a gut feeling, but God's going to do some awesome things this semester.May He use me as His vessel.diffeq SUCKS!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107597421506962375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107597421506962375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107597421506962375' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107362654045001004</id><published>2004-01-08T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T23:37:23.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick update, because I felt like it.Stuff I've done over the break:Went to parties, and caught up with peoples.Danced swing to any song remotely swingable.Got Stephanie to do a swingout.&lt;-----133TN355Played soccer daddy, drove kids to school, went grocery shopping.CAught up with my girlfriend: my kitchen.  I'm so thankful for mygirlfriend.  It had been so long since I've seen her, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107362654045001004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107362654045001004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107362654045001004' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107228249093693514</id><published>2003-12-24T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T10:16:13.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been looking everywhere for this, and now I have it.conan obrian's commencement speech!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107228249093693514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107228249093693514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107228249093693514' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107216610777193654</id><published>2003-12-23T01:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T01:56:28.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow.  I'm fat.Maybe I can cook better with the fat.  You don't ever see any skinny chef's on TV with their on shows, do you??Now that I'm home, I have so much free time.  All I do now is play computer, cook, play piano, and most of all, I end up thinking.  And we all know what happens when I think too much.  I end up with crazy ideas.For example, the idea of my switching of majors from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107216610777193654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107216610777193654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107216610777193654' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107095646823792901</id><published>2003-12-09T01:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T01:55:30.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha.  Funny.  During thanksgiving break I gave Kat a call and left a message.Bugerking3: so when is your last final?weirdwoodchuck: scheduled: fridayweirdwoodchuck: i have a take home that's due wednesdayweirdwoodchuck: along with a projectweirdwoodchuck: i hope to have them done by the end of that weekendweirdwoodchuck: but that might be pushing itBugerking3: I think i'll be back in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107095646823792901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107095646823792901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107095646823792901' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107091232003366042</id><published>2003-12-08T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T13:41:12.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the most beautiful paragraph I have ever read in the past semester.  Sure beats voltages, current, partial derivatives, 001011110110111, and even text about jazz music.Some Final Thoughts:Be as brave as Achilles, as loyal as Hector, and as dedicated as Aeneas. Walk conscientiously the stright road of life so you never awake to find yourself in a dark wood of confusion and regret, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107091232003366042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107091232003366042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107091232003366042' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-10707663839320796</id><published>2003-12-06T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T21:07:23.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to be the samurai of the stir-fry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/10707663839320796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/10707663839320796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10707663839320796' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107039825178253326</id><published>2003-12-02T14:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T14:51:45.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy moly sweetly merciful, this is the coolest thing I've read.This entry will be a bit different from the previous ones. This one is based off of my observations of the things around me, and how I can hopefully apply that into my life. So many of you, or some of you, may know that I like to feed the squirrels. I actually do this quite often, usually after class, and heading back to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107039825178253326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107039825178253326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107039825178253326' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-107015173638796988</id><published>2003-11-29T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T18:23:06.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I swear, everytime I see text written by stephanie I keep imagining a volcano of ebonics just waiting to erupt.  Everything flows so well.  And it rhymes too.Dat girl tryin to bust out wit da ghetto off da hook.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107015173638796988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/107015173638796988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107015173638796988' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106918652137886851</id><published>2003-11-18T14:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T14:25:44.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>befoore i forget the linkhttp://demand1.stream.aol.com/ramgen/aol/us/aolmusic/artists/wmg/joshgroban/joshgroban_closer_lp.rm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106918652137886851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106918652137886851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106918652137886851' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106888264237099521</id><published>2003-11-15T01:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T20:08:02.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something random but not so random, tape on bottom of shoes = win!!!And only ONE of you would understand why.yep.  Tape on shoes...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106888264237099521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106888264237099521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106888264237099521' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106887857747570137</id><published>2003-11-15T00:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T00:43:27.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My goodness, trying to debug HTML????  Bah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106887857747570137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106887857747570137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106887857747570137' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106797614003644049</id><published>2003-11-04T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T21:29:50.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new links!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106797614003644049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106797614003644049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106797614003644049' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106787935481016475</id><published>2003-11-03T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T11:19:11.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blue text means I like it.  it is significant to me.The subject of "Friends" has been in my mind for quite some time, along with the subject of relationships. Some good things to read and dwell on are: THE TRUTH ABOUT TRUE FRIENDS "You may be surprised to know, as I was, that the words friends, friendly, and friendship appear over a hundred times in the Scriptures. God says a lot about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106787935481016475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106787935481016475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106787935481016475' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106787903153226734</id><published>2003-11-03T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T11:05:30.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>by the way, 3 weeks ago was Prom #2, aka the UT Masquerade Ball.AnD here, we have hotness perfectly captured in one picture.As well as here:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106787903153226734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106787903153226734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106787903153226734' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106731144859755403</id><published>2003-10-27T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T16:53:25.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha, thanks stephanie for signing.  Lets do lunch.  Hrm....If I skip my morning class at 9, drive 3 hours to houston, catch stephanie at Sammy's at 12, eat until....3??  :)  Eat for three hours.  Measure the inches my waist is slowly gaining.Wow...I just had a 3 minute IM conversation.  It's probably the most uplifting 3 minutes I've had in a while.  I had begun to lose hope in the "situation"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106731144859755403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106731144859755403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106731144859755403' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106645251870788650</id><published>2003-10-17T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T23:48:38.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blogger has been acting kind of strange.I had a super awesomd lunch a couple days ago.  It was a beautiful breezy cool day, and I was eating a pita and just talking with a friend for good 3 hours of discussion.Slowly, I'm starting to miss everyone I know in Houston.  I wish I had a 3 hour lunch with the very next person to sign my guestbook.  :)Hope the college apps are going well for you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106645251870788650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106645251870788650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106645251870788650' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106577137131506584</id><published>2003-10-10T02:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T02:36:11.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TURN UP YOUR SPEAKERS!!!  REAL SONG HERE.  I LOVE DAVID CROWDER.Boot Scoot Boogie Number 2David Crowder*Band Boot scoot boogie number 2 boot scoot boogie numBer 2 boot scoot boogie number 2 boot scoot boo Gie number 2 boot scoot boogie number 2Boto scoot boogie num Boo 2 boot scoot boogie, number 2 boot scoot booBoo number 2 boo scoot boogie number 2 boot scooBoogie… </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106577137131506584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106577137131506584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106577137131506584' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106498468657499091</id><published>2003-10-01T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T00:04:46.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like my new church.  I attend the Echo service, the collegiate ministry of First Evangelical Free Church, aka EV Free.  It's really good.  The worship is much more suitable for me (The leader has that faint hollow airy John Mayer-ish voice) and the speaker delivers very applicable messages.Speaking of which:Colossians 4:2-6 : Devote yourselves to prayer, keeping alert in it with an attitude</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106498468657499091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106498468657499091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106498468657499091' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106343622508203147</id><published>2003-09-13T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T01:57:04.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You knowyou're a true college student when you haven't showered in 4 nights.When you wait in line for 30 minutes for 2 free hot dogs.When yo udo anything for a free T shirt.My feet smell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106343622508203147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106343622508203147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106343622508203147' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106303378691935491</id><published>2003-09-08T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T10:09:46.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so yesterday was Sunday, which means going to church.  EXcept I'm in Austin, so that means there are two primary choices:  Austin Chinese Church, or another called EVfree.  I went to ACC, and...it sure was different.  I expected it to be something like HCC's youth program Oxygen since Jason modeled it after Liquid (ACC's program), but it was drastically different.  The atmosphere was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106303378691935491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106303378691935491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106303378691935491' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106287674732199788</id><published>2003-09-06T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T14:32:27.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*note to self*  I hate clubbing.Too smoky.Too dark.Too loud.Can't talk.Can't hear.Lungs burn.I think girls are ugly when they smoke or hold beer bottles.Not my kind of dance.Yeah...I'll think i'll just go swing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106287674732199788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106287674732199788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106287674732199788' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106273132968938312</id><published>2003-09-04T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T22:08:49.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I was fiddling with my radio (a non-digital kind), going through the whole range of waves, and at the very low end there's a faded classical station and a faded jazz station.  My ear quickly reacted to the classics, because they were playing Tchaik's symphony #4 in F minor.  For those who can't match title with sound (I can't do a lick), there was an exceprt of it last year for all state</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106273132968938312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106273132968938312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106273132968938312' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106247759264127006</id><published>2003-09-01T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T23:53:36.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh*  Once again in a computer lab.  And since I can't find anything to do or study, I will go ahead and update.  So, this weekend was fun.  Came home Friday, did nothing on Saturday, but BOY Sunday was fun.  Went to church at 10 and helped out in the kitchen.  I've actually been hanging out there (off and on) for maybe 4-5 years??  I know in theory how to cook everything, just never got around</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106247759264127006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106247759264127006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106247759264127006' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106226203773388741</id><published>2003-08-30T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T11:47:17.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think for Christians and non alike, this would be a very good article to read.  You know what, this might have been the exact problem I had going into Camp Impact.  Didn't even see it coming.  Spiritual Pride.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106226203773388741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106226203773388741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106226203773388741' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106210006524712147</id><published>2003-08-28T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T14:47:45.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what?  I'm starting to feel that I don't need a computer.  REally.  There are plenty of 24 hour computer stations all over the campus (some are more crowded and noisy than others), and its great.Speaking of food, my diet has become very irregular.  It would scare my mom lots.  Like yesterday, I had ice cream for dinner, and today I had to skip lunch, but one of my classes had cookies.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106210006524712147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106210006524712147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106210006524712147' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-106202695945862926</id><published>2003-08-27T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T18:29:19.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, it's been a month since I've posted.  ANyone miss me??  *pauses**deafening silence*OH well.  Sorry it's been a while, but I ran into humungo computer problems.  As of right now I'm at a basement computer lab updating people.  Here's my quick 5 minute rundown of colllege.I know EVERYONE here.  They are either former bellaire students of various grades, or former high schoolers from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106202695945862926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/106202695945862926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106202695945862926' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-105928685276092370</id><published>2003-07-27T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T01:20:52.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Impact was so awesome.  Learned so much…experienced so much…changed so much.  Trying to bloggerize all this would take a while.  Almost need to split this up into chapters.  I think I'll release this one chapter at a time.Chapter 1  -  I'm not all that I may be cracked up to beOkay, so here's the deal.  At camp, every camper gets a one-on-one time with their counselor, just a chance to get to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/105928685276092370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/105928685276092370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105928685276092370' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-105892023571665186</id><published>2003-07-22T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T19:30:35.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick.  Whatever you think about me, whatever you've concluded about me through my essay-like posts, wipe them out from your mind.  Start all over.  Delete, and reboot.Check back in a few days for more details.  I gotta absorb all this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/105892023571665186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/105892023571665186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105892023571665186' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-105854041000553617</id><published>2003-07-18T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T10:00:09.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Behind the scenes @ the Lin residenceSomething that I've noticed throughout this whole summer is that my mom is using every second trying to change me into tip-top shape for college, and its getting ANNOYING, as well as weirding me out.  Almost like a Cinderella story, with every other statement starting with "Justin, can you do me a favor?", or "Clean your room", "Be less stubborn", "Do the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/105854041000553617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/105854041000553617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105854041000553617' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-105742757540816338</id><published>2003-07-05T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T12:52:55.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>------Yeah, this is gonna get a little long-----Things I learned this weekend during my family's church fellowship retreat (last weekend):1) Country mosquitoes itch just as much as city mosquitoes.2) Roasted marshmallows are NOT  a big deal.3) Little kids can be VERY annoying when they're waiting to play ping-pong but they lack the ability to play well.4) You can get multiple blisters </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/105742757540816338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/105742757540816338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105742757540816338' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-95971977</id><published>2003-06-24T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T00:58:37.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Copy, paste, POST &amp; PUBLISH!Yeah, I know that bad things happen so that we would appreciate the good times ever more.  "No rainbow without rain" as one person has said it.  But the thing is that in the past, "bad things" were usually comprised of poor grades, shaky friendships, or something of the mental/emotional realm of pain.  I think this is the first time I've considered physical pain as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/95971977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/95971977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95971977' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-95707930</id><published>2003-06-16T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T01:55:43.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For once, I'm writing this on the IE and not MS Word.  Yay, SPURS up the Nets and win.  I've always liked David Robinson, and here's why.There was also Robinson the different kind of athlete. The one who attended the U.S. Naval Academy, served a two-year hitch in the military after graduation and always was the officer and the gentleman. He quoted Scripture. He talked openly about his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/95707930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/95707930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95707930' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-95632711</id><published>2003-06-13T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T10:57:04.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tee hee tee...keith is one of US now.  (Well, one of the other varieties of US)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/95632711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/95632711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95632711' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-95558008</id><published>2003-06-11T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T13:26:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In an attempt to not repeat what I've earlier said in regards to this topic, I will try to give my input to Johnny's letter.Things that must be understood:  At Camp Impact there are numerous workshops to take.  He and I both took the X-Men workshop, where we learned that the two main sins guys struggle with are pride and lust.  The lust topic apparently hit home with Johnny.  Also at Impact, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/95558008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/95558008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95558008' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-95483209</id><published>2003-06-09T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T17:31:01.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sniff*  This is so moving.  click!It's somewhat long, but I think it would be good to read every word.  I can so relate to Johnny.  So cool.  His strive for wisdom is unparalleled.  He does a very decent job too...very clear in his words.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/95483209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/95483209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95483209' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-94947671</id><published>2003-05-27T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T12:09:45.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a nice weekend.  First, I got contacts!!!  Putting them in is quite the experience.  I was late to church by like 20 minutes.  And I think I look funny, for I'm not used to my appearnace without glasses.  So I just skipped service and went to the kitchen to help cook.  Now that I'm 18, the elders aren't as reluctant to let me fry some rice on a wok over a huge fire.  It's hard stuff though, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/94947671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/94947671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94947671' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-94619685</id><published>2003-05-20T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T00:49:12.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man, now that AP's are over and yearbooks out, I feel all reflective now.  So I'm going to give a bloggerized final few words to my oh so wonderful readers.When I first made this, I didn't really want to.  I've always wanted to be unique, and not join the masses in fads unless the fads were actually worthwhile.  I eventually succumbed to my peers, and so my initial purpose was to connect myself</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/94619685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/94619685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94619685' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-94567029</id><published>2003-05-19T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T00:56:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEY FATTY McFAT FAT!!!!  Me, a pimp??  Hardly.  WE both know that I greatly lack the womanizing abilities that those super suave W guys have.  Happy Nard to you too.  Hey, I read your Word page and XANGA too.  See you around in the summer.  Speaking of which...EVERYONE GO TO CAMP IMPACT JULY 18-22.  I am sooo excited about it.  If you don't get a registration brochure from me or someone else, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/94567029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/94567029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94567029' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-94294002</id><published>2003-05-13T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T18:18:50.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lala...as you may have noticed, I was impressed by everyone's appearance at prom.Courtesy of partypics, one more picture of me (too bad I didn't know the camera guy was taking the picture)These pics are only good for another 27 days before partypics takes them down.  Better save them on my comptuer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/94294002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/94294002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94294002' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-94252119</id><published>2003-05-13T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T02:34:30.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I forgot about Linda!!  She didn't go to prom this year.  Okay, just for her, I'll give a quick recap.4:30  -  Chillin' at my computer, waiting to get dressed, and a car honks outside my house.  Naturally, I freak out because I hadn't even started on my hair.  Turns out to be a false alarm.5:15  -  Hair gelled, all dressed, and two beautiful ladies (pictured below) pick me up  :) .  After 45 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/94252119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/94252119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94252119' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-94204394</id><published>2003-05-12T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T09:35:27.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/94204394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/94204394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94204394' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-94171989</id><published>2003-05-11T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T19:16:20.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OKay, since all of my beloved readers went to prom, details won't really be needed.  Just gotta remember (for myself)Maggiano's has the best salmon, and QUentin and I were the pigs of our group.  DAnced with the ladiesI wanted to dance with. Won an old navy gift card.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH  I wonder if anyone reads this.  Oh well.  A big thanks to Katherine Zodrow for being such a wonderful prom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/94171989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/94171989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94171989' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-93844874</id><published>2003-05-06T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T00:28:24.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inside joke of the day:  Granny Smith.:)  Just can't help myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/93844874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/93844874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93844874' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-93637833</id><published>2003-05-02T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T00:29:18.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMGOMG OMG!!!!Okay...compose yourself.  Okay?  okay.I go to Houston Chinese Church.  Our youth group 6-12 grade is about 100-120.  Our youth director is Jason Tarn, and HE HAS A XANGA!!!.  You think I go deep?  Jason is so much more a man than I am...I bet he's gonna go WAY deep.Okay...all is well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/93637833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/93637833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93637833' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-93637108</id><published>2003-05-01T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T00:00:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow…For the first time in a long time I've had multiple (two or three) "real" AIM convos in within a week.  It was actually weird at first because when the window popped up my mind sort of froze.  You know that awkward feeling when someone says "hey" and you say "hey" back, but you have nothing significant worth discussing, so the convo sort of fizzles?  I fear that, which is partially why I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/93637108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/93637108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93637108' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-93374917</id><published>2003-04-27T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T22:04:11.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't become friends with people too popular.  To them you're disposable and you won't be missed.  ~ Sam Feng.Found this in his profile...and when you come to think of it...it's so very true.  Really.  I'm not gonna go deep this time, but you guys should have some idea of where I stand here...and I'm asking you guys to just think about this statement.  It may come very useful in college.  Ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/93374917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/93374917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93374917' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-93225659</id><published>2003-04-25T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T01:20:13.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOu guys remember my friend Johnny?  I had just read his site for the first time in months, and I must say this guy is truly representin' God.  Big time.  An exceprt from his March 10th entry that I feel is appropriate in here as well.Disclaimer: Fast Forward...J Lin= Sinner: lustful, prideful, and selfish. Anyone reading this please don't take my entries as if im preaching or trying to act "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/93225659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/93225659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93225659' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-93225246</id><published>2003-04-25T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:35:02.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm…it's been a while since I've been here.  Time for a real quick catch-up of what's been happenin' the past couple weeks.New Orleans trip = fun.  Lots of food, shopping, walking.  I liked it a lot.  Sorry, no details this time.Orchestra courtyard concert went surprisingly well.  I saw more Asian people than tree people, so That was a good sign.  I had my shades, the wind was blowing, all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/93225246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/93225246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93225246' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-93094806</id><published>2003-04-23T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T00:31:07.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I promise, I'll update within the next two days.  A couple dates to shout out.May 2 - Friday - Larissa Lam in Concert @ Houston Chinese Church.  Free evangelistic concert, so GO!!!July 18-22 - CAMP IMPACT - No way any of you guys are missing out on this.  I don't care if you're Asian, polish, or some mix inbetween, you WILL keep that date clear for Camp Impact.  DO IT!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/93094806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/93094806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93094806' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-91966276</id><published>2003-04-04T00:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T00:31:06.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fat Can wrote this one.  Mad props to her.  Short, concise, and articulate.I guess I just wanted to jot down some things that have been going through my mind regarding what I believe in and faith. Maybe just to keep this on file just in case I feel directionless one day. What kind of faith breaks the hardest of hearts. What kind of ‘religion’ gives people a joy that never diminishes, a love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91966276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91966276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91966276' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-91820830</id><published>2003-04-01T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T22:46:27.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so after rereading my massive post, I have come to the conclusion that I was either drunk on water or high on fermented tofu.  One or the other, I wasn't myself.  Although all that I typed up is still true, I think I was just overreacting.  Plus, my expectations of people are a bit too high.  When I wrote that post, my mentality of who a friend was was a person's whose soul is knit to your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91820830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91820830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91820830' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-91720030</id><published>2003-03-31T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T11:48:42.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen, you've just witnessed one of my super rare 24 hour spells of mental unsettlement.  The tempest in my mind has past, and sunny skies are in the forecast.  Good day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91720030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91720030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91720030' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-91693083</id><published>2003-03-31T00:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T09:17:09.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>***I've never been too negative before, but I think this may be the first time I've expressed any real venting before to any school friends.  So yeah, long post ahead.*sigh*  Where to begin??  Oh, I know.  How about PROM??  Well, I find out that my first choice for a date has been asked already, and my second choice has lost her appeal lately…so I'm sort of kicking myself for delaying my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91693083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91693083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91693083' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-91585727</id><published>2003-03-28T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T22:25:53.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the secret, in the quiet place.  In the stillness You are there.In the secret, in the quiet hour I wait only for youBecause I want to know You more.I want to know You.  I want to hear Your voice.  I want to know You more.I want to touch You.  I want to see Your face.  I want to know You more.I am reaching for the higest goal that I might receive the prize.Pressing onward, pushing every</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91585727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91585727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91585727' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-91394047</id><published>2003-03-25T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T23:33:10.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awwww....man....I've just made my brief blog rounds of the night, and I just wrote the previous post, and now I feel all sappy and mushy inside.  *sigh*  Oh well...mostly girls read my page anyways.  Doesn't matter.Jonathan...you're all right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91394047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91394047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91394047' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-91393252</id><published>2003-03-25T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T23:16:39.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Affirmation, part 1 of 1.Okay, I haven't touched the table on the right for so long I think it needs a makeover.  So, what better way to do it than getting rid of some links, and adding some new ones, and for the heck of it explain why they get to be honored on my site.Steph - One cool person who plays one mean fiddle.  Goes crazy on the (!) and the *!*.  One of my first and faithful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91393252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91393252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91393252' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-91215490</id><published>2003-03-23T01:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T01:05:39.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deviating from my usual deepness to bring you this important message:  I believe I've just found Satan.Scary, huh?  this is worth spamming to other people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91215490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/91215490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91215490' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-90763604</id><published>2003-03-15T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T09:20:14.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*clears throat*  Long post ahead.  A couple things I thought up during my spare time:You know someone is your friend if that person scans for your particular face among the sea of faces between classes so that you both can hi to each other.You know someone is your friend if that person asks "What's wrong?" when you haven't even said anything yet.You know someone is your friend if that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/90763604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/90763604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90763604' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-90506297</id><published>2003-03-11T00:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T00:12:07.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something deep is coming, I promise, my next entry will go deep.  But in the meantime, chew on this:I think all the second semester senior dating relationships arise because the two people are afraid of not having a prom date, so they date someone for insurance.Yeah, that's right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/90506297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/90506297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90506297' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-90148204</id><published>2003-03-04T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T20:03:46.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so mymusic is experiencing some technicul difficulties.  And lately, my pride and my modesty are clashing together, big time.  I didn't get any of the solo parts for the choir Pop Show.  Part of me is saying "hey, it's okay, don't sweat it.  It's only a show, and you know who's the good singer.  Don't make a fuss" and then the other part of me is like "Make a HUGE FUSS!  Your peers are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/90148204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/90148204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90148204' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-90022305</id><published>2003-03-02T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T19:04:19.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let's try this music out...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/90022305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/90022305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90022305' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-89928355</id><published>2003-02-28T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T19:31:06.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> well... i was searching 4 some lyrics a couple days ago to this christian song and all of a sudden i came across this homepage. I dont know why but me and my friend are now hooked. Its cool to kind of get inside a guys mind because guys arent very good at expressing their feelings. newayz...ive promised to stay pure until marriage also and my walk with Christ has been 100 times better. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/89928355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/89928355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89928355' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-89874926</id><published>2003-02-27T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T20:16:30.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, some messages just give you the "warm tinglies" that makes you feel all sappy, soft, and fuzzy.  Especially when it's hiding behind a "private entry" figure and you have to enter a password to get it.  So, to that person, you've made an atypical sensitive male adolescent feel very good.Hey, I know the entry was private and all, but can I post it?  I'll still keep it anonymous, but it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/89874926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/89874926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89874926' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-89818539</id><published>2003-02-26T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T22:43:47.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I know at least two of you are probably refreshing this page by the minute waiting for the comments link to come back up so you can input your thought on love and dating.  Well, I'm sorry to say that the comments server is down too often, so I reluctantly switched to having a guestbook.  The guestbook should always be up, and you can send private messages (what fun!).  So, I know you guys </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/89818539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/89818539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89818539' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-89696700</id><published>2003-02-25T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T00:30:03.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love and dating: continued by JustinTime for me to further explain my theory behind this.  To sum up Johnny's points, I/we don't date because we still have to get our relationship with God down and strong.  Love just doesn't exist as highschoolers, we're not old enough to handle someone else's emotions, and drama is not fun.  Don't immediately start dating, but watch the person for a LONG LONG </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/89696700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/89696700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89696700' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950505.post-89419060</id><published>2003-02-20T01:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T01:05:00.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, seems like this concept of "love" is racking some people's brains nowadays.  Here's my personal thought on this.  *ahem*You know what?  It really breaks my heart when I hear people question whether true love really exists or not.  My answer: it truly does, and I know where to find true love.  God is where it's all at.God loves you, big time.  He knows you backwards, forwards, inside-out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/89419060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950505/posts/default/89419060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinianthegoofy.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89419060' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13279919940087799345</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></entry></feed>
