<?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-24155081</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:28:06.019-06:00</updated><category term='batman'/><category term='nasa'/><category term='peace'/><category term='fish'/><category term='jesus'/><category term='superheroes'/><category term='vlog'/><category term='schrodinger'/><category term='comics'/><category term='random'/><category term='deerhunter'/><category term='world'/><category term='penny'/><category term='music'/><category term='memento'/><category term='action figures'/><category term='school'/><category term='moore'/><category term='album'/><category term='hair'/><category term='sonic youth'/><category term='star wars'/><category term='liars'/><category term='simon and garfunkel'/><category term='watchmen'/><category term='for'/><category term='arcade'/><category term='killing'/><category term='around'/><category term='lesbian'/><category term='generations'/><category term='joke'/><category term='the good life'/><category term='chain gang widow'/><category term='the'/><category term='sick'/><category term='lauren'/><category term='experimental'/><category term='heroes'/><category term='mix cd'/><category term='cat'/><category term='writing'/><category term='the dodos'/><category term='alan'/><category term='joker'/><category term='shoegaze'/><title type='text'>This is the part of me that needs medication.</title><subtitle type='html'>"Let's keep the music with us. We'll always have it, forever." -Krist Novoselic</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-1529494532208750265</id><published>2009-03-11T21:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:50:41.364-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Misc. Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QBzUkxxDYY/SbiGfCPRu0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/csVKpMihnBE/s1600-h/Bob-Dylan-ndh04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QBzUkxxDYY/SbiGfCPRu0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/csVKpMihnBE/s200/Bob-Dylan-ndh04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312143628218514242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattered blue ribbons on the track,&lt;br /&gt;Take a walk around for an hour,&lt;br /&gt;I sing don't worry baby through the static,&lt;br /&gt;Just to be greeted with a cold shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be as perfect as previously thought&lt;br /&gt;But everyone has their PETA card hidden in their fur coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-1529494532208750265?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/1529494532208750265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=1529494532208750265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/1529494532208750265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/1529494532208750265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2009/03/misc-writing.html' title='Misc. Writing'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QBzUkxxDYY/SbiGfCPRu0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/csVKpMihnBE/s72-c/Bob-Dylan-ndh04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-6017989919625843516</id><published>2009-02-28T01:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:55:40.752-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mix cd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dodos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simon and garfunkel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the good life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deerhunter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonic youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liars'/><title type='text'>Late Nights, Music &amp; Lyrics</title><content type='html'>I've created a mix cd to somehow capture the influences that I'm collecting from to make this album sound good. And yes, Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel fit quite well within all this shoegaze and experimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Cover Me (Slowly)" - Deerhunter&lt;br /&gt;2) "I Know There's An Answer" - Sonic Youth&lt;br /&gt;3) "Never Stops" - Deerhunter&lt;br /&gt;4) "Simpsons Theme Song" - Sonic Youth&lt;br /&gt;5) "Mrs. Robinson" - Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel (!)&lt;br /&gt;6) "Superstar" - Sonic Youth&lt;br /&gt;7) "Tech School" - Deerhunter&lt;br /&gt;8) "Men" - The Dodos&lt;br /&gt;9) "O'Rourke's, 1:20 A.M." - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;10)  "Loomer" - My Bloody Valentine&lt;br /&gt;11) "All I Do" - Plus/Minus (+/-)&lt;br /&gt;12) "America" - Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;13) "Mary-Christ" - Sonic Youth&lt;br /&gt;14) "Fools" - The Dodos&lt;br /&gt;15) "The Moon Red Handed" - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;16) "Protection" - Liars&lt;br /&gt;17) "A Dim Entrance" - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;18) "After O'Rourke's, 2:10 A.M." - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;19) "Cinderella's Big Score" - Sonic Youth&lt;br /&gt;20) "Drinking with the Girls" - The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;21) "The Only Living Boy in New York" - Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;22) "Sailing to Byzantium" - Liars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a motley crew but I love them all and they will all fit into the big picture that is the album. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-6017989919625843516?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/6017989919625843516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=6017989919625843516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/6017989919625843516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/6017989919625843516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2009/02/late-nights-music-lyrics.html' title='Late Nights, Music &amp; Lyrics'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-5650660439950827509</id><published>2009-02-26T17:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:24:27.276-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dodos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the good life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deerhunter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chain gang widow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonic youth'/><title type='text'>Sonic Youth + The Good Life + Deerhunter + The Dodos = My Album</title><content type='html'>After watching the movie "Amadeus" in music history class, it inspired me to write and compose an album. That day, I wrote 5 or so pages throwing ideas around about what I wanted it to sound like, and since it will be a concept album, I needed to write a story for this. My plans as of today, are to make this album sound like: Sonic Youth + The Good Life + Deerhunter + The Dodos = my album. We'll just see how things go but it's highly experimental right now. I'm going to be trying out weird tunings and time signatures. The primary goal currently is to finish the story. I'm planning for the songs to work out similar to a play, as in the songs will be "Act 1, Scene 1: _____". I'm planning on writing the whole story and dividing up the scenes, then once that's done, I'm going to rewrite the scenes to fit to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story that I've been working with so far is about an old widow who retells the story of the gang war between the Chain Gang and the Puppet Masters, the events leading to the war, and the effect it has on the families of the gang leaders. I'm getting inspiration from various places such as Shakespeare, The Departed, and Gangs of New York. It's going to be fun to write music specifically to fit a mood for a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will definitely be a musical workout because I've never written an entire album before, let alone a full song without someone providing the lyrics. I relish the chance to flex my musical muscles though. It shall be a wonderful experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-5650660439950827509?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/5650660439950827509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=5650660439950827509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/5650660439950827509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/5650660439950827509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2009/02/sonic-youth-good-life-deerhunter-dodos.html' title='Sonic Youth + The Good Life + Deerhunter + The Dodos = My Album'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-2645718181847779232</id><published>2009-02-22T10:57:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:49:30.341-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superheroes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action figures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>Lucid dreams at its finest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd238/maddiehickspictures/HeroesMeORIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 241px;" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd238/maddiehickspictures/HeroesMeORIG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long day, I settled into my bed still typing away on my phone to Maddie. The room got hazier and my eyes got heavier. I was slowly falling into the rabbit hole in my mind. What was my bedroom slowly morphed into me sitting on my computer reading about the new NASA Node 3 that they are commissioning the public to name. Although, one thing caught my eye: you can already see the Node from Google Earth. I knew I had to see this so I opened up my Google Earth, went to the coordinates and there was the node. Google must have gone through hell trying to get these hi-res pictures of the node AND a 3-D model because you could zoom into the node so far that you could inspect the little bolts holding the node together in picture perfect quality. I noticed something odd located under the launch pad, there was a giant glass orb that seemed to contain something that I could not see immediately from the zoom I was at. I zoomed in further to inspect it, and to my amazement, there were homes in it, with all sorts of plant life. It looked to be a small planet that housed a rural town complete with plant life and homes but strangely, no water sources. And before I knew it, I was there. Google Earth had magically transported me into this town. As I looked around in astonishment, I saw a giant party happening in the horizon so I sprinted towards to what seemed to be a fun party. Once I got there I saw a medium size party, about the size of a backyard barbecue. Everyone was wearing tuxedos or baroque dresses. Out of everyone I saw there, the only notable faces were Matt Parkman, Peter Petrelli, Sylar, and Mohinder Suresh. All characters from the TV show Heroes. You could only imagine my excitement when I saw them. I wandered closer to hear what they were talking about since I was too star struck to talk to them. From what I gathered, it seemed they were all in character. They were all arguing about what they should do to get away from the approaching goverment forces. (You'd have to watch the show) Then it came to me, I'm in a story arc for Heroes right now. This place is actually somewhere located in the Heroes Universe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was quietly contemplating what I should do. An older woman, stood up and announced, "Everyone! It's time." The crowd started cheering and whistling and then suddenly Matt said, "Okay you know what? Just enjoy the show, we'll talk about this later." Just as he finished uttering those words, the node seemed to be taking off. The ground started violently shaking and started to form large cracks in the earth. And within those cracks, a thick black substance was slowly rising. I looked over to see if anyone else was as alarmed as I was and they were. The crowd looked increasingly uncomfortable, it seemed that this wasn't supposed to happen. The only ones who were calm were Sylar and the older woman. Sylar looked over to the older woman and she smiled and nodded. Sylar reached his hand out towards the cracks and lightning shot from his hands and they struck the oily substance. The cracks had managed to reach all the way towards the node so the lightning rode its way towards the node, conducted through the substance in the cracks.  As this was happening, the crowd was officially alarmed. They were screaming and running away from the cracks. The lightning had finally reached the node and Sylar stopped shooting the lightning, and all of the sudden, it was as if a nuclear bomb was dropped in the distance. There was a bright light and then a loud BOOM! I looked over to everyone and it was as if everyone had gone silent but everyone was still screaming. I saw Matt with his arms spread and eyes closed as if he were welcoming the explosion. There was a large gust of wind and then it was dark. A large door opened, and everyone was straining their eyes to see what was behind it. Peter yelled out, "I think I see an AT-AT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had somehow been teleported yet again. We were in a giant warehouse, I didn't look to see what was in it, all I could focus on was what lay ahead of me. Taking no time to see what the crowd was doing behind me, I ran outside to a snowy landscape, and there were at least a dozen TIE Fighters in the air, a few cruisers carrying troops, scores of AT-STs, and hundreds of troops on the ground from both the Imperial and the Rebel army. They were all doing battle with one another. And we had all just gotten into the middle of it. I looked to the right and it seemed there were aisles of comics or action figures with a sign at the top that said, "Pick your own power". All I could say was, "No way." And ran as fast as I could towards the aisles. I could pick any power I wanted as long as they were from heroes or villains that were already established in superhero mythology. The day had finally come to pick whose power I wanted. I had discussed this with multiple people before, and I could never pick just one hero I wanted to be but now it was time. As I was perusing the selection, my father had appeared and said that we had to go. I was startled to see him at first, but I didn't question it. I noticed behind him that the battle had disappeared and we were now in a store. I was sorely disappointed to see where we were but I left with him through the automatic doors and then the world faded away into white back into the recesses of my mind. I awoke to see that it was 4:08 AM. I guess I fell asleep while I was texting Maddie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-2645718181847779232?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/2645718181847779232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=2645718181847779232&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/2645718181847779232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/2645718181847779232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2009/02/lucid-dreams-at-its-finest.html' title='Lucid dreams at its finest.'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-2294198067091718698</id><published>2008-09-08T15:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:58:02.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys Night Out</title><content type='html'>Well a week or two ago, we had a guys night out. And that was by far the greatest night of all time. It involved Ryan, JD, me, and our new friend Todd who was driving us. We drove all the way to Opry Mills to go see the Dark Knight in IMAX and since we got there an hour ahead of the movie, we explored the mall doing things such as finding things to "put your weed in"(apparently, there's a lot of things to put it in at the Journeys store), take pictures with a giant gorilla statue, play guitar at the Gibson Showcase, make fun of magicians, and contemplate hitting the boomerang helicopter out of the hands of the guy throwing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was definitely even more amazing the fourth time on the IMAX screen. It could have been better if it had the entire movie in the IMAX format. But I think we all would have crapped our pants from the sheer awesomeness of the movie on such a large screen. Definitely worth the 9.50 we paid to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we just chilled in the lobby trying to figure out what exactly we should do next and where we should feast. We settled on Pizza Hut and Todd used his nifty little GPS on his phone to find one real quick. Once we got there, I found an awesome X Wing in the parking lot and I brought it inside and we all played with it. We're easily amused... We ordered two large pizzas and as we waited for our food to come out, we played with the X Wing for a while and we were wondering what was taking so long. But then a server came out and said that they ran out of large crust so they gave us four medium pizzas. The pizza gods were in our favor that night. We shall feast. We procured two peperoni and two meat lover's pizzas but split them up in half so that everyone had half peperoni and half meat lover's. As soon as we picked up the pizzas, everyone knew they'd made a grave mistake. Following our contact with the pizzas, all you could hear in that parking lot were the screams of men being burned by their feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we left Pizza Hut, we knew we needed some liquid feast to accompany our pizza feast. We ventured to CVS to acquire some Monsters. With our two Monsters each and our pizzas, we feasted on the way home. Later on in the night, our feast had betrayed us. We had eaten too much and could not eat anymore. All of us were sick in our stomachs but that didn't matter. We had feasted well and we'd sang "Don't Stop Believin'". Our night was completely perfect and it would be followed by bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some memorable quotes of the night courtesy of JD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drive safely, I cant find my helmet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am enjoying large sums of pizza given to me by jesus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets float the buffalo"&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck a buffalo?!!"&lt;br /&gt;"You know, there are only 25 buffalo in the world..."&lt;br /&gt;"And we're gonna FUCK one of 'em!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should take all of our blogs and make a superblog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey wouldnt it suck if we got in a wreck and died?"&lt;br /&gt;"I was just thinking that"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys, what if we just wrecked right now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Holy crap guys, we need to pull over, NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This cup holder definitely doesnt even go to this vehicle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you not have a bathroom in a CVS?!"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, but i think we should get some monster"&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm"&lt;br /&gt;"Guys, I still gotta take a major leak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe we should take half of each others pizza, so we have half and half"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......"AHHHHH!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHH!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"OWWWW!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"OUCHOUCHOUCHOUCH!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....."Guys, let's just never do that again"&lt;br /&gt;"My leg is still on fire!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Holy crap that was a bad idea"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-2294198067091718698?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/2294198067091718698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=2294198067091718698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/2294198067091718698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/2294198067091718698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2008/09/guys-night-out.html' title='Guys Night Out'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-2926704411774703932</id><published>2008-09-01T01:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:38:11.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's happening to our hood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/MiniMiya/hood.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 130px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y86/MiniMiya/hood.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find myself almost constantly occupying myself with entertaining the internet on BlogTV. It's an odd existence but I find myself coming back everyday, ready to start another show and entertain my friends, strangers, and strange friends. It's even more fun when I have my friends join in on the shows. Ryan is a very reliable co-host as he can keep things rolling and there won't be a dry eye watching. These shows have lasted hours without end and somehow, I almost manage to find a new way to entertain the masses. Whether it be Donna falling asleep while she was co-hosting and letting her co-host for a few more hours whilst sleeping or Ryan lip-synching &amp;amp; dancing to Straight Outta Compton. It's a way to bring all of us together while we don't have the means to go see each other at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-2926704411774703932?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/2926704411774703932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=2926704411774703932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/2926704411774703932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/2926704411774703932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-happening-to-our-hood.html' title='What&apos;s happening to our hood?'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-3685555212068410916</id><published>2008-08-28T19:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:31:42.454-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for'/><title type='text'>Getting bored can be dangerous! ...Or peaceful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a646.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/90/l_12d98e509b5fbec6e5b528ead20ea6d5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://a646.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/90/l_12d98e509b5fbec6e5b528ead20ea6d5.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it, then here's a push in the right direction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCQaa9CUJcw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-3685555212068410916?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/3685555212068410916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=3685555212068410916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/3685555212068410916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/3685555212068410916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-bored-can-be-dangerous-or.html' title='Getting bored can be dangerous! ...Or peaceful.'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-7083872178356680141</id><published>2008-08-25T06:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:05:28.997-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Video Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.blogtv.com/vb/ZmREbeVHae3HY27xZP" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="374" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogtv.com/Shows/276550/ZmREbeVHae3HY27xZP&amp;amp;pos=ancr"&gt;I'm sick &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.blogtv.com/"&gt;Broadcast your self LIVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta turn up your speakers to hear this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. This sucks to be sick. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First "vlog" post though! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-7083872178356680141?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/7083872178356680141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=7083872178356680141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/7083872178356680141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/7083872178356680141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2008/08/video-post.html' title='Video Post!!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-2485588525148416570</id><published>2008-08-18T18:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:46:21.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoteage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QBzUkxxDYY/SKoZ416gHbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qzua-Bt6jR4/s1600-h/ryann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QBzUkxxDYY/SKoZ416gHbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qzua-Bt6jR4/s200/ryann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236025981107445170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great quotes by Ryan Riddell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When life gives s hope we use it all up, when life gives us fear we regift it to someone else, but when life gives us love, of all things, that's the one we keep to ourselves to hold and hide. I say that love and interest should be as free as our minds, and that only goes as far as we let it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It goes from my head to the paper and there I keep them trapped forever. Some have dream catchers to ward off their demons, I have thought catchers to freak out my demons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pikachu is to Ash, what I am to God. Pikajew!"&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahh that jolly ol' Ryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-2485588525148416570?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/2485588525148416570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=2485588525148416570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/2485588525148416570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/2485588525148416570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quoteage.html' title='Quoteage'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QBzUkxxDYY/SKoZ416gHbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qzua-Bt6jR4/s72-c/ryann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-304312215334786405</id><published>2008-08-14T21:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:15:54.141-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='killing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watchmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batman'/><title type='text'>It reminds me of a joke...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QBzUkxxDYY/SKUC8Kfj9hI/AAAAAAAAADY/nZhdbjwFTCM/s1600-h/killing_joke_poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QBzUkxxDYY/SKUC8Kfj9hI/AAAAAAAAADY/nZhdbjwFTCM/s200/killing_joke_poster2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234593374520210962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished reading the Killing Joke by Alan Moore, the same man who wrote the masterpiece The Watchmen. And I have to say, HE'S DONE IT AGAIN. He has somehow captured the very essence of everything that is the Joker and make it even better. The Joker is absolutely sadistic and I couldn't be more satisfied with it. All I could say after I read it was, "YES YES YES! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" It was everything the Joker is and should always be, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't not talk about the artwork in this beautiful book. Brian Bolland brilliantly visualized the Joker for all the world to see and he could not have done a better job. His "meticulous attention to detail" and"perfected clean-line style" have complemented this book better than most other artists could have done. He took on the task of illustrating the Joker for the masses, looked into its eyes, and slapped it like a pimp and walked away giving it the bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I order you to go out and buy/borrow/steal these two masterpieces of literature. They need to be read by all! Young, old, dumb, intelligent, man, woman. Everyone must read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-304312215334786405?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/304312215334786405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=304312215334786405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/304312215334786405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/304312215334786405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-reminds-me-of-joke.html' title='It reminds me of a joke...'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QBzUkxxDYY/SKUC8Kfj9hI/AAAAAAAAADY/nZhdbjwFTCM/s72-c/killing_joke_poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-7720692575705045895</id><published>2008-08-11T20:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:14:00.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The second to last first day of high school.</title><content type='html'>My first day was pretty frickin good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first block is US History and that has some okay kids in there, the teacher is pretty cool since he listens to Metallica &amp;amp; is an alright guy. My second block is really awesome since I have two of my best friends in there, Ryan and JD. The teacher said this is gonna be the easiest class we'll ever take in high school so that should be good. It's my favorite class now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third block is pretty good. The teacher is really nice and she doesn't waste our time in there. We already started working instead of reading the handbook and crap like that. Fourth block is gonna be my second favorite just because I love art! I love the teacher in there but the only downside is that I don't really know anyone in there since their ALLLL freshmen! I took the class a little later than most so I'm stuck in there with freshmen since I need an art credit to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, today was a great day. I was just really tired all day. But that was fixed once I got home and took a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-7720692575705045895?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/7720692575705045895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=7720692575705045895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/7720692575705045895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/7720692575705045895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2008/08/second-to-last-first-day-of-high-school.html' title='The second to last first day of high school.'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-9144500972980801157</id><published>2008-08-09T21:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:41:37.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels good in my brain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Pineapple_Express/pineapple_express__movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Pineapple_Express/pineapple_express__movie_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just recently saw the long-awaited "Pineapple Express" and I have to say, it was all that and a bag of chips. I knew it was going to be a hilarious stoner comedy movie about dudes getting in some shenanigans and whatnot, but little did I know, it turned a totally different direction at the end with badass action, killing, and a whole lot of blood. It was completely awesome on every level imaginable. It surprisingly ranks up there with the Dark Knight in turns of entertainment value and exceeding expectations. I knew it was gonna be a hilarious movie, but it just got even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth Rogen and James Franco pull off their stoner personas perfectly mostly because I'm sure they were actually stoned throughout the whole movie. It seemed like it would be a really fun movie to work on if everyone was getting stoned on the set. Seth Rogen was actually kicked out of a after show party when the other partygoers suspected he was smoking a little more than a rolled cigarette at the party. And the best part about it, when Seth talked to reporters about it he said that it was a "terrible case of I-wanna-smoke-weed-all-day". Bravo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-9144500972980801157?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/9144500972980801157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=9144500972980801157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/9144500972980801157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/9144500972980801157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-feels-good-in-my-brain.html' title='It feels good in my brain!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-5003459327006620490</id><published>2008-08-07T01:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:35:29.870-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>It's official!</title><content type='html'>School is starting! My fate is sealed. I think somewhere out there, the Devil is giggling like a Japanese schoolgirl. Just going back into the school building the other day, made me realize all the things I don't like about it. Mainly, annoying kids that go to said school, along with the atmosphere of the school. Which is, in short, school. They should have some way to make it seem like we are not in school so it does not suck so bad. Welllll, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. U.S. History Standard&lt;br /&gt;2. Psychology Standard&lt;br /&gt;3. English 3 Standard&lt;br /&gt;4. Visual Art 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semester 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Music History&lt;br /&gt;2. Modern History&lt;br /&gt;3. Algebra 2 Standard&lt;br /&gt;4. Chemistry 1 Standard&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-5003459327006620490?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/5003459327006620490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=5003459327006620490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/5003459327006620490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/5003459327006620490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-7722445166083531455</id><published>2008-08-07T01:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:20:37.034-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Reserved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QBzUkxxDYY/SJqg2kVUWMI/AAAAAAAAABc/RYfLZX0ofiE/s1600-h/SWEETBABYJESUSANDTHEORPHANS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QBzUkxxDYY/SJqg2kVUWMI/AAAAAAAAABc/RYfLZX0ofiE/s320/SWEETBABYJESUSANDTHEORPHANS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231670776470722754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently came across this picture and I have no idea what I should think about it. I love the "baby Jesus" part, just because it makes me laugh whenever I think of the prayer that Ricky Bobby does in Talladega Nights. Ahhh funny stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, the sign makes no sense whatsoever when it's taken out of context. Judging by the fonts and the colors used, you're definitely supposed to see it. Orphans and Jesus do make for a good sign but they took that a little too literally. The gentleman sitting in the chair holding the fish raises even more questions though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure though: I am reserving "Sweet Baby Jesus and the Orphans" for a future band. I don't even know what kind of band it is yet, or if the band will even come to fruition. But, I do know that that will be our name. Yessssss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-7722445166083531455?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/7722445166083531455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=7722445166083531455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/7722445166083531455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/7722445166083531455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2008/08/reserved.html' title='Reserved'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1QBzUkxxDYY/SJqg2kVUWMI/AAAAAAAAABc/RYfLZX0ofiE/s72-c/SWEETBABYJESUSANDTHEORPHANS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-5396064246235119830</id><published>2008-08-05T19:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:20:40.512-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arcade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schrodinger'/><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to share this comic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://penny-arcade.com/images/2008/20080804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 189px;" src="http://penny-arcade.com/images/2008/20080804.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love basically everything that references Schr&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ö&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dinger's Cat. I guess it's one of those nerdy things that I love. I don't even know exactly why I love it so much, but just that it's one of those scientific theories that really strikes a chord with me because it amazes me that someone even thought of that. That, along with it being referenced in my favorite web comic, totally made me giggle like a nerd. Which is of course nasally and whilst pushing up my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't know what I'm talking about, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schrodingers_cat"&gt;here's something to edumucate yourself with.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schrodingers_cat"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-5396064246235119830?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/5396064246235119830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=5396064246235119830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/5396064246235119830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/5396064246235119830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2008/08/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-2470568194477391310</id><published>2008-08-05T12:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:21:35.433-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Rants are fun!</title><content type='html'>School's coming up this week. It's a grim reminder that I need to sleep earlier and wake up even earlier. It really doesn't bother me all that much since I usually get sleepy around that time anyway, I just force my body to stay up later because I can get more things done when I stay up later. I don't even NEED to stay up, I just feel like I should because I have things that I want to do or keep doing such as watching my favorite TV shows on the internet, playing video games, playing guitar, or have 5 conversations going on at once with my friends. I usually do more things at night than I do during the day, I guess it's because I'm sensing the loss of time around then and I want to get more done before the day is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this love/hate relationship with school. I love learning new things, seeing my friends, making new friends, but, waking up early? Lame. Projects? Lame. Stupid people? Even lamer. There's just some people at school that I cannot stand to the nth degree. Those people being the ones who want to slack off and make the people who actually do their work, me, do it for them whenever there's a group project or they copy off of me since I finish way earlier than me. Now, I'm not saying I'm smarter than them. But if they would just apply themselves and actually try at school, they wouldn't have to copy off of me. Those same people are the ones that smart off to teachers because they want to look cool in front of their friends. Now, sometimes, the teachers do deserve it, but a majority of the time, the kids are just trying to be assholes. It really just wastes everyone's time because we just need to get our lesson over with and finish our work, instead of them bickering about not wanting to do the work because it's "stupid" or a "waste of time". Just suck it up and do the work you douchebag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/smashing+pumpkins/track/disarm" title="'Smashing Pumpkins - Disarm' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Smashing Pumpkins - Disarm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-2470568194477391310?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/2470568194477391310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=2470568194477391310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/2470568194477391310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/2470568194477391310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2008/08/schools-coming-up-this-week.html' title='Rants are fun!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-5625133185716839678</id><published>2008-07-30T23:58:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:45:08.210-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memento'/><title type='text'>Things of that sort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/153/PO7020B%7EShit-Happens-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 125px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/153/PO7020B%7EShit-Happens-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well life as of late, has been quite rocky, to say the least. Things went sour between my lady and I and we had to go our separate ways. I apparently did not do anything wrong regardless of what I think. I still don't fully understand why things went bad. It was the kind of thing that you could only explain to people as: "Shit happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've recently cut my hair. I like it but, you might think I don't like it if you saw me though. It's not that I don't like it, I just don't know what to do with it. It has too many possibilities that I can't even fathom what I want it to look like, so it kind of frustrates me. There's only two downsides to this haircut, if I style it the wrong way, from far away I look like a lesbian, and if I wear a beanie, I look like a cancer patient. It kind of reminds me of this quote from the movie Memento, "I'd rather be confused with a dead guy than a murderer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/smashing+pumpkins/track/blue" title="'Smashing Pumpkins - Blue' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Smashing Pumpkins - Blue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-5625133185716839678?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/5625133185716839678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=5625133185716839678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/5625133185716839678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/5625133185716839678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-of-that-sort.html' title='Things of that sort'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-116025816522161532</id><published>2006-10-07T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T16:07:28.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mekka Lekka Hi, Mekka Hiney Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C0ZDv3LeyLE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C0ZDv3LeyLE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading up Pee Wee's Playhouse on YouTube, and that is a very disturbing but hilarious show. Jambi scares me. I don't know why. He is one creepy genie. Pee Wee, is just Pee Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Phil Hartman was a writer/producer/Captain Carl on the show? And the Pee Wee Herman character came from an HBO act about Pee Wee with the comedy troupe that Phil Hartman and Paul Reubens were in called The Groundlings. It was actually more adult-oritented and included sex jokes. Amazing. Did not see that coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Pee Wee's Playhouse reaired on Adult Swim!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-116025816522161532?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/116025816522161532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=116025816522161532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/116025816522161532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/116025816522161532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2006/10/mekka-lekka-hi-mekka-hiney-ho.html' title='Mekka Lekka Hi, Mekka Hiney Ho'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-115302482478430196</id><published>2006-07-15T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:05:57.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while...</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a long time since I have last blogged. I just suddenly got into the blogging spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just realized that I only like three songs of the Cure. I love the songs: Just Like Heaven, Pictures of You, and Lovesong, in that order. How many songs do you have to like to be considered a fan? Am I a fan j&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.planetdis.com/cure/galore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 154px;" src="http://www.planetdis.com/cure/galore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ust from liking those songs? Hmm...the many wonders of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAM! has to be the best pop group ever! Who doesn't love the classic "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go"? Or the amazing "A Different Corner"? Those are some amazing songs! But the question arises again: "Would I be considered a fan for only liking those two songs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally got pants that fit me today at Pac Sun. Two "deep indigo" colored jeans which are basically a pair or almost black jeans. (I guess Pac Sun wanted the "indigo" theme with their jeans") It turns out I wear 30x32 pants, and not the 34x32's I usually wear and are wearing right now. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mom has made Jeff and I do physical things now. It's gay and helpful. I am sore everyday now, but I'm stronger. I also have to read. I have to read 3 books I forgot to read earlier in the year for school 4 weeks before school starts. So I'm not off to a good start. I've got it good compared to Jeff. He has to read 5 books! He has to read: Utopia, The Prince, Life of Pi, The Glass Menagerie, and...some other one I can't think of now and don't want to ask Jeff because I don't feel like it. And I have to read: Great Expectations (the last half is good I hear. The first half is boring as hell!) by Charles Dickens, Animal Farm by George Orwell, and Timeline by Michael Crichton (the best book out of all of them, in my opinion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a random mumbling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-115302482478430196?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/115302482478430196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=115302482478430196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/115302482478430196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/115302482478430196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2006/07/been-while.html' title='Been a while...'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-114866301881907279</id><published>2006-05-26T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:27:56.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof That The Rapture Will Happen In My Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/2501/1600/SecondComingOfJesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6008/2501/320/SecondComingOfJesus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Click for bigger picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-114866301881907279?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/114866301881907279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=114866301881907279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114866301881907279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114866301881907279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2006/05/proof-that-rapture-will-happen-in-my.html' title='Proof That The Rapture Will Happen In My Lifetime'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-114722846907908403</id><published>2006-05-09T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:34:29.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdirific</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found a blog post just now on my Red Vs Blue blog, and it is amazing how much detail I went into with this Halo game. Check it for yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"My Best Game Ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reenactment with changes to make it more dramatic. I did not actually get a Kill Frenzy or Overkill.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well my best game ever was in a little game called Halo 2. You might have heard of the game, and what a mighty fine game it is. And back to the point, well when I was playing last night, I had no idea what was ahead of me in that Rumble Training game. It was Oddball on Warlock, I never really particularly liked Oddball but my instincts told me to stay anyway and practice killing everyone instead of actually trying to actually get the Oddball. So I stayed and then I noticed I was playing with one of the people I played with last game. He didn't have a mic but I said "Hi." anyway. Then, like I do in Team Training or Rumble Training games, I talked my trash and told everyone that I wasn't even going to try to get the Oddball and then when it started. I just went for my Plasma Grenades since I have to live up to my reputation of being a "Stickie God" (My friend's say that not me), and then I get a Battle Rifle and a Shotgun. Then I just start seeing guy's dying over and over again just to get a stupid skull and hold it for a specified amount of time, so I just decide since I have some good guns I should just run over there starting shooting people with my Shotgun, I stick a guy here or there, and then I just start getting a ton of Double Kills with my Shotgun and my Battle Rifle. (I steal alot of kills in Rumble Training or Rumble Pit so I was bound to get a lot of kills) But one thing that really stood out, was how many sticks I was getting. It seemed like everytime I see someone I would either stick them if I had some Plasmas or shoot them with my Shotgun if they got close. I was laughing most of the time because it was just O \/\/ |\| 4 G 3 how many sticks and kills I was getting. And I also started getting somethings that were bigger than Double Kills and we all know what comes after Double Kill...Triple Kill. A guy jumps and gets in my way, so the only logical thing to do would be to shoot him. Well I don't do that. I stick him. It felt so good just hearing him go "NO ******* WAY! **** YOU MINI MIYA!" and then I just walk away hearing him scream that at me and then I hear and explosion and of course it was the grenade exploding on his usally lively corpse. But luckily he managed to run into some people and they had low shield. So he runs into them thinking he's gonna get a kill before he dies (Which is not possible since he was a bit far away from them and he would have to Assassinate or Beat Down someone with no shield to actually get a kill before it explodes on you). Well since he ran them I got a Triple Kill, I just say "Who cares? It was just luck." And then I see a wounded guy running away from someone and he narrowly gets away before he sees me and says "Oh ****...", and then I just shoot him with my Shotgun...Killtacular. I am just ecstatic and very nervous that I have low shield, and without missing a beat...someone comes with a SMG and kills me. I just think "Who cares? This is Rumble Training. It's not like it's a ranked game. Why am I even thinking that it would even matter that I died this one time?". But It didn't stop at one. It kept going and going till I have 5 deaths. My heart is beating now. I am a little scared that I am starting to get a bit rusty. But then I kill everyone as I had before... But this time I got a surprise...I saw a few guys shooting each other and you know me, I have to steal all of those kills. So instead of shooting them individually I just did what anyone that knew what they were doing would do, I threw a Frag Grenade. And boy was it a good explosion. Them screaming "NOOOOOOO! THAT WAS MY KILL! YOU SICK ****!". While I laugh and run away to regain shield and I see a Double Kill sign in the upper left hand corner and I didn't really here the announcer guy say it but I could see it. Then I see another person there, and I shoot him with my Shotgun, so I was up to a Triple Kill now, with me just laughing it off. Then I see another person and waddya know? I kill him too. Killtacular. That was sweet. Now I am just trying to find shield again and then I see a person holding the ball near the Teleporter, so I run up to him and ssSSsSssSsS. I stick him with my Plasma Grenade and I hear the announcer say "KILL FRENZY!", and when he is saying it I press the white button and say "KILL FRENZY!" in sync with the announcer, and then someone says "Ooo good job! I totally admire you! Do you want a cookie?" in a very obvious sarcastic tone. And then I just say "Hey why don't you shut up?!" (It was the best comeback I could think of at the time). By this time I had killed so many people in a row that I had not even noticed that I had gone all the way up to Overkill (25 kills in a row without dying). I was like, "Whoa." That has never happened before. It was a great feeling knowing that I had killed 25 people in a row and they couldn't stop me. So then I run around trying to find the ball, then I see someone and kill him with a quick blast to the face with my Shotgun and then I'm like "YES!" and in a heartbeat, someone comes up behind me and Assassinates me while I was top middle of the map. The Invisibility guy had gotten me. I suddenly felt sad. So later on the game ended. I had lost. I had gotten 52 and 5 and just gloated alot and they were like "But you lost! You lost big time! You had 0:00 seconds! You are a failure", but I just said "Hey buddy! I just killed you all 52 times! You guys are the biggest failure ever! You guys couldn't stop me for a long time! I only died 5 times! I rock and you suck!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well there you have it. The longest post I have ever done, and the most in depth I have ever gotten with telling a Halo 2 story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-114722846907908403?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/114722846907908403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=114722846907908403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114722846907908403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114722846907908403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2006/05/nerdirific.html' title='Nerdirific'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-114714197863125817</id><published>2006-05-08T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:34:01.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre Love Triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well my fast is over, so I can listen to music and eat junk food now. It's great being able to listen to music now! MUSIC IS MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was on the bus listening to my iPod, I listen to my Pop, Look, and Listen playlist of course, which is a playlist with a whole bunch of 80s pop songs on it, and this song comes up that I usually skip because of this intro that is too slow to get to the actual song, and I give it a chance and after the weird fake-sounding bass line, this awesome song comes on! So I listened to it nonstop! And I'm still listening to it at the moment on iTunes. It is A-W-E-S-O-M-E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may go through phases with music, but when I hit a phase, I hit it HARD! I just listen to it forever till I burn out on it, but it is all worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This other song is good too, A Different Corner by WHAM! Talk about a great song. They may be gay, but they have great voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 80's rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-114714197863125817?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/114714197863125817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=114714197863125817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114714197863125817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114714197863125817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2006/05/bizarre-love-triangle.html' title='Bizarre Love Triangle'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-114273323546105561</id><published>2006-03-18T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T08:03:54.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>V For Vendetta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"V" may very well stand for "Vendetta," but this week "V" will also stand for half of the "W" in "Wicked Awesome Movie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Wachowski Brothers wrote this movie. They pretty much redeemed themself for the load of excrement that was shotting from their buttholes that we call "The Matrix Sequels".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The story is a tad slow at first. Lots of knife killing, words I've never heard before, and Natalie Portman. What a great mix of the elements!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is a movie just about some guy named "V" (Agent Smith from the Matrix) and Evey (Padme from Star Wars) in a fascist government, meeting up after V saves Evey from some cops (We're they going to rape her or what? I couldn't tell...) that caught her out after the curfew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is basically the rundown of the second or so scene:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He stabs one guy and then tosses one guy into a wall. (Not as great as it sounds.) Then he asks her if she wants to go see his orchestra play and then they go to a roof and then he pulls out his "conductor stick" and he asks her if she can hear the music and she says "No...oh wait! I can!" and then the music starts playing on the emergency speaker things in town, everyone wakes up pissed off, then a building blows up. Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ending was awesome, just not very realistic. It was sort of anime-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What the crap was up with the beginning though?! Just some random guy running from these people, he gets caught and then gets hung while some woman cries and everyone else is cheering. WHAT WAS UP WITH THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't make sense to put "Vendetta" in the title of the movie, if they never say "Vendetta" once during the entire movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overall, I give it a 8.5/10, it was a good movie, not great. It could have been better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-114273323546105561?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/114273323546105561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=114273323546105561&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114273323546105561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114273323546105561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2006/03/v-for-vendetta_114273323546105561.html' title='V For Vendetta'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-114256566548728431</id><published>2006-03-16T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:21:05.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I SO CAN WALK THE LINE!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for that other post...I was...I have no idea...I can't explain my actions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Steph and I are going out on Friday or Saturday. I wouldn't really call it going out but she's just coming to my house, or that's the plan...But it should be fun! She's going to try out City of Heroes, now that's the girl for me! Any girl that is willing to play City of Heroes is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you have played City of Heroes. It is one of the best games ever. So why don't you go out and play the game! Go. Right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you think this post is a bit less stupid than the last one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching Walk The Line for the second time. That movie should've won an Oscar. That movie was just too good. Reese Witherspoon at least got an Oscar. Brokeback Mountain got the Oscar. Fags. Gay sex. *shivers* I can't believe Johnny Cash messed up his life because of Elvis! DANG YOU ELVIS! If Elvis jumped off a bridge, would you? Well, I can sympathize since he was drunk at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh...He still took speed...Threw his life away...Gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-114256566548728431?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/114256566548728431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=114256566548728431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114256566548728431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114256566548728431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-so-can-walk-line_16.html' title='I SO CAN WALK THE LINE!'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-114254659940663979</id><published>2006-03-16T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T19:55:42.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter And Some Other Funky Junk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm having Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwhich, it is tasty as always! Then I suddenly have a mustache! It is sooo weird! What mustache am I referring to? Well the "milk 'stache"  of course. It's the best one around. It's the new mullet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My grandma was talking to me about her being lactose intolerant while I was making the sandwhich, and I was thinking, it would SUCK to be lactose intolerant! No dairy products? That is sooo gay! Let's play this out while saying this to a little girl who lost her two front teeth, just had her birthday, and now she's going to be told she is lactose intolerant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doctor: I'm sorry Sally, but no more dairy products for you, you're Lactose Intolerant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sally: What's lactose intolerant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doctor: Basicallly, milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sally: No more chocolate milk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doctor: No more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sally: YOU MANIACS! DANG YOU! DANG YOU ALL HELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sally grabs scalpel and doctor as hostage*  *waving around scalpel*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sally: TELL ME IT'S NOT TRUE MOMMY! TELL ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy: I can't honey! It's true! It's all true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sally: *pulled hand in sleeve* NOOOOOO! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sally kills the doctor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy: YOU'RE A MONSTER! YOU'RE THE DEMON CHILD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sally kills Mommy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just let that sink in....It isn't pretty huh? No more chocolate milk, no cheese, no regular milk! That is so gay. I couldn't live that way. Lactose milk sucks. WHAT KIND OF WORLD IS THIS WHERE OUR BODIES TURN AGAINST US!? TELL ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-114254659940663979?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/114254659940663979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=114254659940663979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114254659940663979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114254659940663979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2006/03/peanut-butter-and-some-other-funky.html' title='Peanut Butter And Some Other Funky Junk'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-114248085046204108</id><published>2006-03-15T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:53:25.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Actual Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I went to church today. It was a pretty cool. Everyone was raising their hands and all that. Good stuff, good stuff...Nothing else happened that was sooo spectacular! All except getting to "walk" in PE without dressing out. Because someone left their gym clothes in the locker room and never washed them, so it grew a whole bunch of mold! I didn't see it, but you can tell by the description that it is gross...Hmmm....should I say anything else? My day was pretty average except for going to my youth group the GAS Station!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-114248085046204108?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/114248085046204108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=114248085046204108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114248085046204108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114248085046204108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2006/03/actual-blog.html' title='An Actual Blog'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155081.post-114246132740152378</id><published>2006-03-15T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:51:19.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog Of A Sort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a pretty cool place. My dad has a blog here too...My girlfriend too...hmm....Nothing else to say except...Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24155081-114246132740152378?l=minimiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/feeds/114246132740152378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24155081&amp;postID=114246132740152378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114246132740152378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24155081/posts/default/114246132740152378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minimiya.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-of-sort.html' title='A Blog Of A Sort'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07754252025097156990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
